Novel & Cerita Asura Kishin

“You’re joking.” “Raina Robert Cole. Spill! Right fucking now.” I sighed. “I might’ve hired someone.” Cassie shrieked. “You did not! Again, I say someone bring back our Raina. This is definitely a clone” Katrina leaned so close to her camera that all I saw was her forehead. “Who’d you hire?” I hesitated and Katrina’s eyes sparked like she had made a huge discovery. “Oh my God, it’s that stripper from the club, right?”

BOOOOOMMMMM… BOOOOOMMMMM. The intense pressure was felt by all the demons in the city, even Miss Ma herself, who had just attacked, fell directly due to the pressure. The demons beneath the Immortal's underground realm immediately knelt in a pitiful position beneath the ground, and they were completely unable to resist or even stand up against the pressure of the Ashura sword looming above Xiao Chen's head. The expression on Ma Family Head’s face changed upon realizing the Ashura sword above Xiao Chen’s head. As a resident of the eastern region, he naturally remembered the former owner of the Ashura sword. One of the strongest figures on the eastern continent and a frontline figure during th

she said, looking sad. "Who the fuck is Kira?" I asked, and she gave me a really bad stare, like, am I for real? "What?" I blurted out, shrugging. How the fuck am I supposed to keep up with names. "Kira, the girl that showed up and helped us hunt Katya." "Who the fuck is that?" I asked even more confused now than I was earlier. "The fucking assassin, bloody hell!" she yelled. "Oh, what happened to her?"

Who am I to question a thousand year old prediction made by some long dead oracle? But I digress. So, the Council believes that since the prophecy says a "daughter of Sköll" in it, specifically mentioning the very male Norse God that werewolves are believed to hail from, means that the father must be a werewolf while the mother is a witch. Otherwise the verse would have said the "daughter of magic" or the "daughter of (insert gods name here)" Hermes, Loki, Thoth, take your pick. But no. It said daughter of Sköll.

They were all cheering to get Daimon's answer and she had enough of hearing all these men talk. Daimon grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him. "She's Keisha Lexington, also known as the blood moon." The room went completely silent. All the men were once acting like brutes and seemed to have no control over their aggressive manner. But upon hearing who she was, they went silent. They looked at each other in confusion before they started whispering. "The assassin, blood moon?" one asked with furrowed brows and a judgmental stare. Keisha rolled her eyes in annoyance. Despite seeing her skills, they're still doubting her capabilities.

She felt as if her lungs were growing heavier by the second, unable to inhale as much air as before and she leaned her face out of the window for a moment. "Of course I have no idea who that was—" "That was Dante." Nate snorted. "So?" He shrugged his shoulders when he saw her eyes widen. "Who the fuck is Dante?" "Dante Hercules," she sighed, her grip tightening around the wheel. "Even his name sounds dangerous. No one really knows what his family does. There are so many rumours about them," she explained, shaking her head as she realized how severe the mistake had been. "I personally think his parents are apart of the mafia. Others say that they used to be assassins, foreign spies. Some even

I want him to look me in the eye and command his white smoke to eat him, and immediately his white smoke attacks him. “Aahhhh!!!” I heard him shouting. He tried to fight back but he can’t fight anymore, because it is his smoke attacking him that makes him weak. Not me. I know it is painful for him to be attacked by his energy, but I have no choice. He is unstoppable, that is why he needed to be stopped, and that is what I am doing. I made him look at me because I want him to see that it is not an illusion like what he did. It is real, his white smoke is attacking him for real, ready to kill him and little by little his light is shutting down and he is getting weak. I am absorbing his energy.

She'd won over death, and come dusk, she'd rise, not as a vampire or werewolf shifter — but both. A hybrid. The most powerful supernatural on earth. “Welcome to the afterlife, pet.” I grinned.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.