Ayano Aishi Bloody Novels & Stories

Vanessa said as she shot me a death glare. I drew back. Somehow, Vanessa's words made me feel bad. "Lionel" I screamed as I watched some more of the FBI agent gain entrance into the dining area. Vanessa and Lionel engaged the men in a gun battle as I took cover yet again behind an overturned table. I watched in horror as Vanessa dropped to the ground, dead. Lionel kept on firing as he snatched me up, other gang members shielding us from the bullets raining down.

Her copper rune-threaded robes fluttered as she turned, eyes locking onto mine with a smile too sharp to be warm. “Elias,” she said, voice airy and bright as ever. “We need your help with a bit of an anomaly.” “Aurelian,” I replied flatly, not bothering to ask. “I heard.” Ashleigh didn’t deny it. She just flicked her wrist, and a scroll snapped open midair between us. “The gate scan confirmed dragonblood. Four times. Same result.” I raised an eyebrow. “And your solution is to… assign me babysitting duty?”

As long as you come back to work, I'll promote you to become my assistant! I snorted and said, "You must've received my message last night, right? If my text got lost in the sea of well wishes, I don't mind repeating it again." Over the phone, I heard Vernon suddenly inhale sharply, and I continued, "We're over. What do you think? Did I make things clear enough for you today? You understand what I'm saying, right?" Without waiting for Vernon's response, I ended the call right away. I also blocked this unfamiliar number.

53: Hiro - Not Again Hiro The air is thicker, hotter…. The openness and ease Ayame had when I was walking in is fading fast, and I know the look when she’s trying to make an escape. They’ve been dancing for at least two arcs, and while he’s new to Aya’s circle, the bartender is at the very least observant.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

Ashley ran towards them, desperately trying to free Aisha from Thorian's iron grip, but he remained unyielding. Panicking, Ashley took a deep breath and realized that she had an extraordinary ability to manipulate sound. She focused her energy, closed her eyes, and then, with a powerful scream, she yelled, "Let go of her!" The room was filled with a loud, echoing sound wave, pushing Thorian away from Aisha. Thorian stumbled but didn't fall, and his eyes now glowed a fierce red. Aisha dropped to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. Aisha, however, let out a sinister chuckle that turned into a vicious laughter, which puzzled Ashley. "Fools, we will meet again," Aisha declared before vanis

This was going to be very hard, and my heart was already bleeding for our warriors who were going to die. When my eyes fall on Angel, Sonny tries to dominate me, and I have to fight to control him. My beautiful mate looked deplorable, covered in blood and still with visible wounds. He was naked, with his arms tied behind his back, unable to cover his private parts, and the neck had a chain tied him to Jackson. Sonny and I had one thing in common: we were both mad and out for blood.

I stepped forward, grabbing her arm, my fingers wrapping around it firmly. Her eyelids fluttered, her grip on reality slipping. “Aisha,” I said sharply, but she barely responded. She reached up weakly, her cold, bloodstained fingers grasping mine. Tears streamed down her face as she choked out, “I am sorry, Marco.” Then she turned to Sarah, her voice breaking. “I am so sorry, Sarah.” Sarah didn’t answer. Aisha coughed again, more blood spilling past her lips. “Don’t let Isabella win,” she rasped, her grip tightening for a brief second. “Please. Don’t let her—”

“Then perhaps I will remind you what it means to bleed.” A spinning kick sent Ash back into a column, shattering stone and iron. Bianca advanced, daggers aimed, but Ash recovered with unnerving speed, slashing her blade upward. Sparks flew. The corridor seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their battle, every wall and shadow complicit in their war.