Asura Kishin Novels & Stories

An expression of anger and vengeance radiated from her face. "Maghanada Indrajit is no ordinary demon. He has the nickname of the god of war. If you think you can finish him off easily, you're wrong. To defeat him, we must eliminate his twelve brothers first. Without them, he's very weak! After that, I will crush his head!" Asura was furious. His emotions were running high and made him envision the death of Maghanada Indrajit.

We really needed Ashina. She was not the kind to entirely rely on a man. No damsel in distress, just a knight! She was blessed by our Moon Goddess and I was very well aware that she would be a powerful werewolf one day. How I had wished that she would be Boris’ Luna. Together they could conquer and rule. “Your Highness, here comes the raven,” Craig gestured to me. The raven was one of us. He had been working for my bloodline. “The situation is deteriorating. Alpha Boris need more assistance, urgently.”

Asura raised her gaze and watched there, a girl no taller than her, holding that bloody crystal sword with a ghastly maniacal smile. Venus Prahara Adiwangsa, the Princess Bizura; someone who somehow managed to gain the sympathy of the Asura Argantra for a brief moment. “Oh, hi, buddy,” said Venus in a loud voice, as if she had just come for a regular breakfast. “I'm guessing he's your father.” The heartless girl chuckled. “Don't be so sad. A father isn't someone very special, you know.” Asura's chest heaved with anger and sadness. Hatred blazed in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and growled, “I'm really going to kill you, bastard!”