Bjorn Andresen Anime Novels & Stories

For a moment, the air hung heavy between them, the tension crackling like a live wire. Bjorn’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl. “Where the hell is my Andrine?!” Arisha’s face twisted in confusion and fear, her breath quickening as she tried to process his words. “Your... Andrine?” she whispered, shaking her head slightly. “I don’t know what you’re—”

Bjorn looped left and then swerved back, doing a flip through the Nardoo that stirred up an odd dusting of discolored mauve-tinged spores in his wake. “That's getting old, don't you think," he said, pulling to a halt before drifting near and bumping his friend Harold on the pectoral with his caudal fin. But he was careful. Harold's thin body injured often; a bandage around his left thumb-claw attested to one of their earlier illegal romps. "Never." Harold laughed, his vertical eyes blinking as quivers raced along his oddly protruded mid-dorsal ridge. Then he paused, acknowledging Bjorn's HB mantle. "Wow. That looks stuffy."