Boruto Novels & Stories

Akio is really Yūri, and she’s the daughter of a Yakuza boss. My mind hadn’t considered that Kitsune was connected to Yūri. I didn't want to believe that possibility. Even though it would make sense that Kitsune is connected to a Yakuza, there’s only one in the state. The next day I was back at work banging my head into the metaphoric brick wall as I was getting nowhere closer to catching Kitsune.

“In the beginning, the middle, and the ending. Your world along with the other five are all, but His creation. My death is the start of the doom, as the half of Him is what protects the original, she. You who are the reflection and shard equivalent souls of all of them will have to take the game of chess and be my puns.” Crouching in pain as her brain is on the brim of breaking from the information and images that did not leave a single trace out as HE intended her to know every bit and every corner of everything. The Tarot Cards line up as the images of the prominent ones are presented and HE chanted their names from the original Shinzo Dimension. “Hideaki Jin,” HE names showing the guardia

After I finished, I approached JD who knocked the bleeding Bacchus out. “Where are the boys?” I asked JD. “I let them escape. They didn’t contact you?” He asked me back. “No, they didn’t.” I answered him. He got silent then suddenly looked worried. “I wonder what happened to Minotaur? It looks like he didn’t help them.” I said. “Yeah. He didn’t. And they didn’t know why too.” JD said and we both got quiet. “I will report to hyung now.” I broke the silence and walk slightly away to call Renzo-hyung.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

Yuta explained. Jai frowned when he heard the fourth name. “I’ve heard of that one.” “Oh which one of has you heard of it? Takeshi Hirabayashi or Satoshi Hirabayashi?” Yuta asked him. “The latter one, Satoshi.” As the humans talked, the little companions were busy with themselves. Shoru pawed at Yuta’s opened palm while Rita pecked softly at Shoru’s tufts, managed to pluck some out which she then dropped to the floor. It didn’t result in bald spot, and the little wolfy didn’t seem to be feel any pain from her fur plucked out, making Rita quite confused. Sakura was only watching all of them silently, as per usual.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

Her voice cracked. Yeah, she wanted that bribed healer to clean this up—but Martha was gone. And the other crib? Still. Too still. No crying. No movement. "James..." she leaned in, trying to whisper, probably begging him to grab the real pup before it was too late— But her words got crushed under the sound of heavy boots. The crowd shifted. Wolves parted. Five robed elders strode in, each marked with a unique crest. The silver-haired one with the full moon emblem gave me a nod.

Kōjin: “You kept my daughter alive long enough to come home. The flames remember.” He bows (full ninety degrees). We bow back. The summer after graduation just caught fire in the best possible way. Seras Himuari Nakamura has a God father, a god-tier armor set, and a dragon boyfriend who’s currently speechless with awe. And the rest of us? We’re just along for the blaze. Japan’s never been ready for this crew. But the fire god is. And that’s more than enough. The Armor Chooses June 15, 2029 – Mount Atago, dawn

The girl might be biologically a runt, but she's smarter than most. Looking around, I observe the walls and go through some other tunnels, until finally I find something that looks like a torch. There's a scent of a specific herb used for burning on it. It smells a bit fresh. There's also oil on it, the scent is pungent. She seems to notice, too, as she reaches for it. I assist, taking it off the wall and handing it to her. Looking around a bit more, I find a rock that could be used to light it. I give that to her as well. She holds the torch in one hand, the rock in the other. I scrape my claws quickly across the rock, sparks immediately flying. She gasps as the torch lights, the flame burs

“Pair shift—now.” A Lycan named Borr pivots, shoulders rolling as he drops into partial shift, claws extending. One of ours, Linae, mirrors him without hesitation, ducking under his reach and sweeping his legs. He hits the ground with a grunt and a laugh. “Better,” I say. “You two—stay together.”