Aya Shameimaru Novels & Stories

“Tyr, let’s get straight to the point. I’ve invited you over today because I require your assistance with a very important matter.” Tyr got it together and stopped asking questions. He quietly waited for Maxime to tell him everything. Maxime reached his hand into the robes. He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Tyr. Tyr took the letter that was written in English and Japanese. He could tell from a glance that it was an invitation for a duel. “Ren Asakura!” Tyr frowned as he read the name out loud. Maxime nodded and explained, “Currently, Ren Asakura is Japan’s most powerful shaman. His grandfather, Jin Asakura, was once the grand tutor and the most famous shaman in Japan’s hi

A smirk escaped from Ash. "Remember, you were the first to collide, and I just returned it in shame." I just shook my head. Shad blinked quickly, obviously because of what happened just now. Shad turned to me and smiled. "I'm sorry for that, I know you already know me but, let me introduce myself, I'm Shad Aenon Astrero, Shad for short. My work is chief's captain Seaman." "Tsk, the seaman must be a fool..." Ash hissed.

"Hi! Mr. Devil I'm happy to find you. But I'm sorry. I'm going away from you. We are not meant for each other. Please forgive me. Move on in your life and find someone who will give you love and support. I'll not be able to give you whatever you want in your life. I'm going to live my life the way I want. I don't want to marry you. I don't want to be tied down in a relationship. Thank You for always being there to protect me and help me. I'll be forever in your debt. Good luck with your future. Take care! AASHMAAN" End of flashback:- .. .. One year later, In Shimla (India) "AASHMAAN". Aashmaan heard her name and turned around to see the person who called her.

The third attendant dipped the brush into the molten ashes and looked at us both as if they were trying to figure something out. Whatever it was, when she was done, she began to draw on the right side of Ayame's right wrist. The brand was no bigger than two inches tall, one inch wide. She drew a simple, elegant crescent moon, a three-tongued flame between its points and a dainty little diamond in the middle of the flames. It was so small and yet held so much power, so much weight.

Maki nodded: "Nothing, but I saw you fifty years ago, fifty years later, you still haven't changed." “Who are you?” Sharmaine smiled faintly. Sharmaine is immortal, she tried to hide it, but with only Sharmaine's small strength, she couldn't completely hide. Maki said that she met Sharmaine fifty years ago, is Maki also an immortal race?

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

Wasting the precious lead we had in a place no scorching Shin worth their salt would be in. “Look.” Ayame’s voice hits me before anything. She doesn’t make a sound or let one drop of her Essence slip when she lands in a stooped position on the tree branch. “You hate me, I get it. You don’t trust anyone, that’s your prerogative. You want to be a soloist, and that’s probably best, but this is the shit hand we were dealt.” Her eyes are that aquamarine shade again, neither blue nor green.

Amara stared for a little while, then returned to stare at the screen. "Amara!" Her Mom called her upstairs and she got up to go. We all watched her leave. Izanagi's eyes were sparkling, I thought he might feel uncomfortable at first but then I also had to recall this was his first time meeting Amamiya-san. "Who was that?" he asked. "Amara's Mom." "She's like the dark version of Ms. Bellum." "Who?" Claire whipped her neck to study Izanagi, eyes widened. Almost as if offended at first, but then she thought about it some more and covered her mouth. "No... Yo, wait, she does dress like Ms. Bellum sometimes!"

They talked on their native tongue but there’s a hint of authority in the tribe princess’s voice while the two girls just nodded to her. “May thy permit me to see thy wound, prince Jion?” Shima asked the prince as he nodded not peeling off his eyes to his princess who stood behind Shima. Chaerin cut off the bandages from his shoulder revealing his wound. Shima nodded as if knowing in certainty what to do. She turned to their princess. “ Ami nande jika sia jabar.” (I cannot touch a royal body.) “Mia nande?” She asked. (Why not?) “Kara lori lisha dah chak.”

After few seconds she saw that man's face , he was Harsh. Anshika and Shreya started cheering Amayra "Amayra.... Amayra..." Like there is some boxing competition is going . She was standing there with open mouth . These people are unbelievable. Harsh fell on the ground . Amayra gave a victory smile and turned her face towards Abeer . She celebrate her victory like she won some competition strange thing is that three of them started congratulating her.