Bastian Manga Novels & Stories

He said calmly, “I’m looking for Philip Bale!” “Nonsense!” The martial artist was enraged. “Do you think a tramp like you could call Lord Bale’s full name? Kneel down now and slap yourself for a hundred times, or else you’re dead meat!” This martial artist had been beaten up quite badly by Maya a while ago. Now that these two unconcerned people appeared out of nowhere, he thought that he could vent his anger. Hence, he was extremely harsh with his words. Just then, Suzaku suddenly took a step forward and grabbed him by the neck.

Spending time with Bastard has warped my thoughts on humanity. “Though you don’t seem to be looking too good”. He replies, probably referring to the fading bruises peeking out from the top of my shirt collar. Damn Takahashi. “Ah, this injury is on me”. I rub my neck subconsciously. If Miyamura were here, he would have threatened to break my wrists. He’s already done it once before, to get me to stop scratching at my throat. Threaten me I mean— not break my wrists. “I disagree…you might have acted out of impulse, but your injuries are not to be blamed on you”. How is he so nice?. It’s making me feel fuzzy and shit.

"Girls, go ahead and grab some pizza. I need to look at Leander's hand." They both disappear to the kitchen, and Mom extends her hand for me. Sighing, I put my hand in hers and look up at her. "He deserved more than being punched. Butch took him to the hospital because he tried to lunge at me and smacked his head against the divider, probably giving himself a concussion." She gently runs her fingers over my hand, and I grimace when she touches my middle finger knuckles. "Well, the jackass deserved that for being stupid and careless," she mumbles. "One of these days, he'll regret everything he's ever done."

Hunters. Men who traveled the borderlands killing anything that crawled out of the dark. Adrian had expected them to leave him there. Most people didn’t want a boy who had survived something like that. But the oldest hunter, a man with gray in his beard and scars across both eyes, had simply looked at him for a long time before speaking. “You saw them, didn’t you?” Adrian nodded. The man studied him a moment longer. Then he handed the boy a knife. “Good,” he said. “Then you know what you’re up against.”

But this time, he didn't gently ruffle Joanna's hair as he used to. He simply stood there, silently staring at his own wounds.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

LYRA. I tried to run, but my feet felt heavy as if rooted to the spot. The rogue's eyes gleamed with a feral intensity, their teeth bared in a snarl. I raised my hands, palms facing them, and summoned a weak burst of energy to defend myself. But he was too strong, too fast. He knocked my hands aside and pinned me against the wall, his claws digging into my shoulders. I struggled, kicking and squirming, but he was too strong. A fist slammed into my stomach, and I gasped for air. Another blow struck my head, and everything went blurry. I felt myself falling, but they caught me, holding me up with a cruel grip.

A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends with a towel draped over her shoulders and briefly staring at the camera. "And finally, No. 1! The man is said to be the future grim reaper for the underground world after the legendary hero Fusen. The only trainee who has ever cleared a King-level mission since Airburst was founded, alias: Angus!" A lad with a supermodel physique and a short ponytail sits and drinks mineral water, ignoring the camera. His constantly emitted hostility creates a barrier that neither the cameramen nor Marika dare to approach. Ravyn asked her friend after she clearly noticed Kanji's panic wh

The fabric was cut into pieces and his bare chest came out in the open. “He has a good body, right?” teased Vigilante 1. “Yeah, he spends so much time in the gym and while practising his martial arts that we must be ashamed of ourselves,” said Vigilante 2. “Still, he is scared of us. Think who is superior,” joked Vigilante 3. “You are five, I am alone and bound,” snapped Yoshiro. He didn’t like that they were making fun of him. He after all knew so many martial arts. He was a great fighter.

"Is that Big Jim?" Burney nodded, his eyes already glued to the circling men. Big Jim was huge. Insanely huge. He had muscle on top of muscle and sprouted more where they shouldn't exist. He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down.