Chained Soldier Yakumo Novels & Stories

I step outside into complete darkness when it should be full daylight. The last time I saw this was the day my parent's and baby brother died. Ashrac is lying on the ground with Tahr beside him on his knees. Tahr isn't looking at Ashrac, his head is tipped up to the sky. "Take me," he yells. "I will serve you as a slave for all eternity if you take me instead of him."

Shuten laughed. "You're indeed the best tactician in Saffronesia's business world." Ayo sneered. "That's just a name with no value. I want to take over Templer Road and complete Neuf Chrys Club's mission, allowing Mr. Yamamoto to increase his investment in Lumigen Pharmaceutical." She then approached the couch in the living room, picked up a kimono, and put it on. The kimono's print had brightly colored cherry blossom motifs. With Ayo's graceful figure, any man would be unable to resist her.

Why were they after her? Some of the men looked familiar. I remembered some of their faces, they were warriors of my previous pack, the silverclaw pack. I identified one of the men to be Yakmesh, Alpha Lucien personal lackey and lap dog, he did whatever his master asked of him. He was wicked and was in charge of all the executions in the pack.

I watch in horror as the hybrid grabs him effortlessly by the shoulder and plunges the weapon deep into his chest. For a moment, the room loses gravity while we stay suspended, watching as our warrior hangs his head. I can hear nothing above the buzzing that infests my eardrums. Our soldier's body goes limp, standing only because of the hold of his assassin, while the room seems to choke on air. The hybrid flings the man away as if he were nothing but a ragged doll, disposable and lifeless.

the fortress will be a cage within a cage. I spend the hours pacing. Three steps forward. Three steps back. The chain clinks with every movement. It is a steady rhythm. It keeps me from losing my mind. I try to reach out to my wolf. She is quiet now. She is exhausted from the rejection. The bond is a dull throb in my chest. It is like a bruised muscle. It hurts to move. but I cannot ignore it. The door opens again in the afternoon. This time it is Vane. The Beta.

Traditional lanterns cast a warm glow over their muscular, inked bodies. Akira shoved me into the center of the circle. “Kneel properly, pet. Show the Dragon Clan how eager their new foreign toy is.” I dropped to my knees, spreading my thighs wide and arching my back to present my swollen pussy and ass. “Please, Mistress Akira… honored captains… use your new Dragon pet. Stretch every hole. Fill me with yakuza seed until I’m overflowing.” A deep chuckle rumbled through the room. The first captain, a broad-shouldered man named Kenji with a full-back dragon tattoo, stood and approached. He grabbed my jaw firmly and pushed his thick, heavy cock past my lips.

“I’m Akira Yumi Clemente, I was supposed to arrive yesterday to lead the investigation.” The soldier looks at Akira, he scans her from head to toe as if not believing her. Leon put his arms in front of Akira and looked coldly at the soldier as if to tell him he did not have the right to look at her that way. The soldier was taken aback upon seeing Leon’s cold demeanor. Akira heaved a sigh, “Can’t you see my eyes and this gun?” Akira then raised her lanesra. It was then that the soldier finally understood.

His remaining companion turned to face me as well. My favorite ninja wasn't done yet. As the second man turned, Miyako stepped from behind one of the false pylons and kicked the gun out of his hands. The ex-hanging man had the choice of reaching for his dropped Type-05, thus letting me chop him in the back as he bent over or...draw a sword?

Inumaki replied in defence "no one taught me either" not long after, kojiro and Fubuki met the same fate as Rosewell and were also laid at the queen's feet in their their sorry state. and then she called to the last guard she had. "Yamato" she yelled, but the young man replied calmly "I'm sorry mom, I'm forfeiting this battle"

“You bitch! Don’t you embarrass me in this crowd. You think you could ignore me just because you have fair skin?!” “Let go of me!” Annabelle pulled her arm back but the grip was obviously stronger that hers. “You maniac!” “Hey! What’s this all about?” said the knight in shining armour in a camouflage. “Do you have issues with this child, Mister?” he added in a threatening voice. The man let her arm go when the soldier snatch the back of his collar making him choke. She winced in pain and felt her arm swollen by the rough grip. “N-no, Sir! We were just having a good time here.”