Novel & Cerita Bright Guardian Akira

"Hi, Blade. It's been a long time." Camile Bronson was the daughter of the leader of this fetish group of humans, who knew too much about the supernatural world that they were now considered as supernatural creatures themselves. The group which I had met here some years ago and had escaped by just the skin of my teeth —although not without getting the phone number of the beautiful daughter, Camille. She was my last human girlfriend. She and Brianne never got along so well—for good reasons. "What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked to my bones. "Why are you dressed..."

The assistant thrashed and wriggled from the grasp of his boss, but it was all for naught since Azrick is much stronger than him. “Wha- what is going on? Is everything alright?” Auria asked while walking towards the two bickering men. “Yup, everything’s fine. Someone is just overreacting over a pineapple pizza.” Azrick responded before restricting Jack even more. “Ignore us, just, go and have some peace. You need it.” Azrick urged the actress to go back to her own world, but Auria was a little hesitant since she wants to help the poor assistant of the private investigator. But after a little urging and an encouraging nod, Auria went back to the bridge and let Jack and Azrick go about their b

Their eyes—one pair a bloody, murderous red, the other a cold abyss of nothingness—lock onto me, tracking my every flinch, every tremor. I am prey. I am a rabbit caught in a hunter’s trap. And they eat rabbits. This is how I die. A desperate thought flickers through the panic: Weapons. My hands twitch instinctively toward my thighs, searching for the familiar weight of my guns. Left side. My best friend, Akira, gave me a gun before I left the temple. At the time, I didn’t remember the significance of it because of the memory-blocking bracelet, but now… now I do. It was specialized to neutralize or kill werewolves and vampires. She must have known I’d need it.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

The surrounding ruins swallowed the sound he made, a final rasp of defiance or pain. Then there was silence, Akira’s body limp beneath Asher’s blood-soaked paws. Breathing heavily, Asher shifted back into his human form, his skin smeared in crimson, hair wild, chest still heaving. He looked down at Akira, lifeless, and let out a guttural scream. Fury still pulsed through him, and he wished Akira would awaken, so he could kill him again for every person whom he killed that he loved. But he was forever still, and it was over. It was time to find Makena and claim his birthright.

Gathering her in my arms, I shielded her head with my body, protecting her from the light and the rubble that was falling from the ceiling. The power Dilara was exerting was far more intense than I had felt from her. When the room began to settle, I slowly cracked my eyes. Seeing the light had disappeared and the room was no longer falling, although it was in shambles as if it had been struck by an earthquake, I lifted my head. Still keeping my arms around Azura, I opened my eyes fully and looked around the room. Everyone that had been against us had now crumbled on the ground, but that wasn’t what had my attention. It was that every one of them, aside from Arion, was now human.

"I encountered the Darkness." A wave of gasps filled the room. They seemed genuinely concerned about it. Who wouldn't? The Darkness was the stuff of nightmares. Kiran cringed at the memory of the snake guardian's painful cries, the image of the dead phoenix, and the corpse of the giant white eel floating in the poisoned water. "But fear not," Noorh continued. "For I have returned with the Lahnthean Aria." He then glanced at Kiran.

Mama sighed heavily, and then she smiled at the young Aricka. “No, I always like your skin color and red hair, my baby. You bring us luck, you and Louelle, and I'm thankful that you're both growing up kind,” Mama said, while stroking young Aricka's hair. Even if I am just watching I couldn’t help but feel her caresses my hair. As if she was holding me and not that child.

"Ma'am, we are about to descend . Can I open the window shield? Ma'am?" Akira slowly woke up from her deep sleep . "Uh - huh," she said . As the attendant opened the window shield slowly, her face started glowing up . The morning sunrays started spilling its magic on her face . She looked like a tiny golden bowl of happiness . She yawned sleepily and put her blanket down reluctantly .

I whispered. Lyrien’s thumb traced my skin, his touch tender in a cruel world. “We keep you safe. You stay close to me, don’t wander off, and listen when I tell you to hide. Promise me, Akira.” I nodded, the promise tasting like iron in my mouth. “I promise.” He looked at me then — really looked, in a way no one else had. Like he could see something worth fighting for, even when I couldn’t. Then, softly, he leaned close enough for his lips to brush my ear. “I’ll find out who did this to my brother. And when I do, they'll wish the poison had done the job.”