Asura Kishin Novels & Stories

The force of the thunderous blows caused massive waves over the whole region. Both sides' eardrums were blown by the impact of the roaring shockwave. Everyone from the clans, including Agenor, had to take a step back from the clash. Their destructive rhythm enraged the senses of everyone nearby. From the intensity of the shockwave, it almost seemed like two elephants clashed into another. However, the dust settled and they all witnessed two fists crashed against one another. Agenor immediately recognised the guys on the opposite side by his flashy medieval silver armor. The guy who violently rushed through the crowd was no other than Varun Bakashi of the Phoenix Gods.

A young man stepped out, assisted by two servants, dressed in embroidered gold brocade and wearing a jeweled circlet. I'd recognize that face anywhere—even if it turned to ash. It was Matthew, my brother, who was supposed to be dead for over a year. The brother I'd given my life to atone for. He was back. Alive. Radiant. Dressed like a true prince of nobility. I hung there in the air, struck dumb as if by a bolt of lightning. My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling.

Despite the poison. Despite the wounds. Despite the impossible odds. He bares his teeth. “Stay behind me.” I sigh softly. Stubborn wolf. Because the moment Rowan prepares to fight— One of the hunter wolves suddenly kneels. And whispers a name. “Alpha Varkas… help us.”

“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?”

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

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 *