Aot Azumabito Novels & Stories

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

“And it was perfect until I was eight…until Aito’s mum found us” Ah, I think I’m starting to see just how cruel this story is going to be. “Your friend, Aito…”. He looks straight at Miyamura— broken green eyes meeting piercing lilac ones. “Belongs to a family of alpha supremacists…the fanatic ones”. Yukimura Aito is a supremacist? An alpha fanatic? Miyamura breaks eye contact first. He looks away, leaning back against his seat, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Rei continues speaking, almost looking unbothered. But that’s how I know that this story is about to get even worse.

I opened my eyes, my heart beating wildly in my chest, and found Azumi staring at me with an expression of absolute bewilderment mixed with awe. She let out a low whistle. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life." "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice coming out shaky and uncertain. "There was a literal purple glow emanating from your skin as you connected with your wolf," Azumi explained, her eyes still wide with wonder. "It started at your chest and spread outward until you were practically radiating light. I've never seen anything like it—not in all my years studying supernatural abilities."

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

Asumu gave an eerie smirk with a hint of secret. “Her? That girl?” Alberu blinked at him. Asumu bobbed his head once as he placed his cup on the table as well. Amino stared at them both, pouting. “Yes, she is the perfect bait.” “I do agree.” “Hahahaha.” “Hahahaha.” Asumu and Alberu conversed between them in that sequence and laughed in satisfaction with each other. “Huh~” Is not that easy. We are facing Shadow. The god of war. Amino protested inwardly and looked away.

“They knew how to push Mei. I’ve never felt her fight me like that before, not even on the mountain.” I step forward, needing to piece together how this all connects. “Aeron said something similar. He was trapped in his beast form, used as bait in those fights. Zane’s using the same tactic, and if it worked on Aeron, it was only a matter of time before they tried it on Legion.” Arkyn’s gaze flicks to me, cold and calculating. “What do you mean?”

Or, ask them to help if they knew how to control powers. This new world was stuck in her brain for days. She can't help to compare it to Earth. She sighed and then pointed her blade at some tree. She slices it in half. She noticed Azaroz cloning the sliced trees as she cut them down. That guy from the last time, which happened a month ago, had stuck in her head. Azaroz had been guarding her for days, due to this guy. Azaroz is a wizard that specializes in Octoplasm, which helps him multiple or make copies of something. He is kind of a jerky wizard that has no respect for Hawking. But when it comes to his mates getting attacked by someone, he'll make a move for sure.

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The sun begins to lower through the sky, leaving orange glints reflecting off all the metals in the satellite dishes and vents that lead up here. I walk briskly closer until I'm completely behind him, watching his ink-covered back muscles tense with every blow. -Azael- I say this time, trying to normalize my breathing. Amon hits the bag looser before turning around. His torso is naked and a few beads of sweat fall down his black-colored body. His mouth is ajar to breathe easier and his chest goes up and down frantically. -What are you doing here? -question. His voice makes me shiver.