Araki Rohan Novels & Stories

In a blink of an eye, he stood beside Nozomi. “Oops, I can’t let you have my target now, can I?” Araki smiled at Hikaru. Hikaru immediately swung his staff, which took Araki by surprise. No magical person he knew was this quick to resort to hand-to-hand combat. “Bad choice against someone like me.” Araki recovered in time. He grinned again and met Hikaru’s swing head on, with a punch of his own. “Celeritas Vi!” Hikaru’s arm moved faster and faster. Araki dropped his smile and backed off at the very last moment.

I keep glancing around, at the well-kept garden surrounding the house, at the freaking large mansion, at the fountain in the middle of the garden, and I can’t just stop thinking about how much money the Aronohais must have. One percent of that would have me settled for life. Damn Aronohais. Damn rich people. “Is there a reason why you’re skulking around like a rat Sorahiko?”, Bastard asks while staring into my soul. What did I do now?. “Come introduce yourself to Mrs Shimizu”. Yes, your Majesty. I drag myself from where I’m leaning against the car and make my way to them, once I get to them, I bow low. “It is a pleasure to meet you Ma’am, my name is Hagakure Sorahiko, and I am Mr Aronohai’s

She laughed at something Astrid said—a friend we met on the way—and she looked prettier than ever. "Did you hear what Astrid said, Rhea?" Vira asked me. "No." "She said my mate will be Rohan. Can you believe it?" Vira laughed again, though I didn’t see what was funny. Rohan is the Gamma. Third in command. Also our mentor. The catch? He’s only twenty-one. Gained his rank young because he’s insanely strong. But he doesn’t have a mate. That’s the thing about mating ceremonies, not everyone gets matched.

They would chase one another through the underbrush, their figures weaving a tapestry of movement, and Aria, invigorated by their untamed spirit, reveled in the joy and freedom they embodied. In this delicate dance of friendship, she dedicated herself to learning their names and personalities. Akira, the strong gray male, radiated a protective nature, always vigilant, a quiet guardian watching over her. Luna, the sleek black female, was a bundle of playful energy, her exuberance often instigating wild chases, while Zephyr, a mischievous young gray male, was renowned for his daring escapades, darting off into the woods, exploring the boundaries of their territory with boundless curiosity.

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

I said. “Any friend of Garren’s is a friend of ours,” Mildred said. Her black hair was pulled back into tight braids. Her skin was dark and free from any scars Her left ear pierced like Garren’s. Her grey eyes swirled with flakes of gold. “We look forward to tracking down Ryuu for you. So incredible that you got to meet her.” Hunter said. He was just as tall as Garren, but he wasn’t as built. His hair was completely shaved, and a tattoo of a dragon skull went up the side of his head. Scars painted his honey skin like tattoos. I noticed his left ear was also pierced. It must be some kind of form of honour once you are accepted as a warrior.

Maya's eyes widened," it’s nothing like that...." "Rohan was being mean to Maya, he said she stinks of orc blood." Kaanchi interrupted earning a glare from Maya. Aryan burst into laughter. "He is not wrong though, " he smirked. Maya gave him an angry look. "But I prefer this over the sweetest perfumes of the world," he winked at her. Maya blushed," why are you here? You don’t have any other work?" She said pretending to be miffed.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗛𝗜'𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗞𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 Age - 27 I*******m singer and Dancer Roohi's friend Loves her secretly Calls her Bhootni Childhood besties Understand her without even her words Supports her no matter what "She is my life, how can anyone take it away. Is it a dessert?" 𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗕𝗶𝘀𝗵𝘁

Takumo liked her soft beauty. Next stood Takiari. She had fiery red hair and sharp green eyes. Her body was strong and curved. She held her head high. Her hips swayed when she walked. She looked ready to challenge him. Takumo smiled. He enjoyed wild spirits. Last was Aridoari. She had golden brown hair and soft brown eyes. She seemed shy. Her cheeks turned pink under his gaze. Her figure was delicate yet inviting. Small hands twisted together in front of her. Takumo felt heat rise in his chest. He wanted to teach her confidence.