Ayanokouji Stories Novels & Stories

"I think all places have horror stories for kids, guys." Naoki chuckled. "Why don't we exchange them to pass the time?" "Sure," Jai smirked. He ransacked his brain to remember every single fairy tales he got from his previous life. The Grimms, the Andersens, and else he got from his Japanese friend. A big smile came to his face as he had decided on what to share. "I got some masterpieces to tell." "We can only squeeze in one story for each of us, Jai. Don't take my turn," Darrion protested, crossing his hands on his chest and lifting himself off the ground. The blonde floatee about a feet off the ground and stayed like that.

So that’s what Jimmy needed to do. Jimmy strode towards one of the Anunnaki. He couldn’t look at it directly, so he had to keep it in his peripheral vision as he reached out a hand to it. The Anunnaki bristled. Contact with flesh, even flesh clothed in story, was repugnant to it. Jimmy persisted. “This Anunnaki is bound to me,” he said. “I wear the story that it inhabits and it must follow all that I say. It is my weapon, a fearsome blade that can slice through anything in this realm or any other.”