Atsuhiro Mha Novels & Stories

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from

Lucy The clubhouse smelled of oil, coffee, and the faint tang of smoke when I stepped inside. The morning sun poured through the wide windows, lighting up the worn wood floors and the rows of motorcycles parked outside. The men were busy—cleaning bikes, checking engines, shouting over the roar of machinery. I stayed near the edge, hesitant, feeling like I’d stepped onto a stage without knowing the lines.

“About the nutcase lady, she is the reason why I request your presence.” “Who is she?” “She is the daughter of Alpha Atlas. The Alpha of the CageMoon Pack. Aunt said the nutcase is betrothed to me ever since I was a boy. And I had no fucking idea about it.” “Hold on, Leo…… you are fucking joking, right?” “Did you see me in any costume? I’m dead serious, Man,” I pushed myself up from the couch, and made my way to the mini-bar in my office. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey, stretched it in the direction of Max. “Do you care for any?”

The moment the Moon Goddess granted me a second chance, I snapped my eyes open. "Miss Pemberton, you must be exhausted — did you fall asleep?" The makeup artist swept a brush lightly across my face. I shook my head and didn't answer. The Mating Ceremony started soon after. The officiant was about to announce the exchange of Bonding Tokens when I caught a figure slipping in through the side door. Serena Voss. My Alpha mate's witch childhood sweetheart. She wore a server's uniform, head lowered, carrying a tray draped with red cloth.

Just for a second. Then I straightened, forcing myself to recompose, reminding myself, and my wolf, that we were on our own if we wanted to survive this world. “Do not challenge the Mother Luna.” I looked up. The headmistress looked at me, her eyes studying my expression, reading me carefully. Her presence carried authority of a different kind, structured, practiced, absolute. “I’m Theia,” she said. “I know that it is going to be difficult for you to be able to handle everything, but you are going to need to follow the protocol.”

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

I looked back and saw that all my pack members were bound by Darius’ men already. They could hardly use any of their weapons because fear enveloped them. “Alpha Kilhan. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Alpha Darius uttered with a smile as Ashley walked past me with her son, Charles. While I stared at him, thinking of what to do next, I saw Ashley standing next to him. “I’m sorry, Alpha Kilhan. I told you that you wouldn’t win this fight, but you never listen.” She uttered, shaking her head and leading her son into the house, but then he stopped her.

But the color disappeared as fast as it appeared, and I shook my head in question. “Lea Auditore,” a man’s voice said, making me jump. I turned to the sound, trying to find the source of it, only for the man, who wore a black hood, covering his face, to walk toward me from amongst the crowd that surrounded him. His eyes met mine for a second before he looked down at my hand. I took a step back, fearing that he was going to hurt me only for a hand to wrap around my waist just as I took a step back.

He paused. “Hot as fuck.” Ava giggled. 'What a drama queen,' I thought to myself. “The last one sitting in the middle between Scarlett and Noah is Zachariah Diaz also Marcus’s sworn enemy.” He finished off his speech with a dramatic bow making us chuckle in response. “Sworn enemy?” Ava curiously asked. “Yeah, he kinda is the Captain of the boxing and swimming club.” “Woah, both?” A smirk formed on my face. “Yep.” He said popping the ‘p.’

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