Danmachi Misha Novels & Stories

We walked in silence until Sasha and Dmitry were out of sight. ‘How are you Misha?’ I attempted. ‘Good.’ He pulled out a cigarette, offering me one before lighting the one in his mouth. I held up my hand shaking my head. ‘Do you mind if I…?’ ‘No, I don’t mind’ He took a long drag of his cigarette before looking at me, I detected a hint of sadness in his eyes as he scanned my face. Although much taller than I was, Misha held a certain boyish look to him still. Tall and almost too skinny with gangly arms and legs, he was still very attractive. Full, dark eyebrows made his grey eyes stand out and the lashes that framed them were long and thick. He had a hint of a cleft chin on his closely shave

After a couple seconds of hesitation, Misha finally spoke up, “H- Hello.” “HEY!” Lara jumped in happiness. “Hi.” Daniel said gruffly. Their voices echoing through the mind link. Misha’s fear started to fade and she inched closer to me. “You are already doing excellent with my training.” I said to her happily, “they are here to help you grow. They will not hurt you. I promise.” “I know.” she mumbled meekly, “I kind of already knew. I… I just do not have control over my fear.”

“You’re fired. Submit a list of your assets and expenses to Yamato on your way out, and if you try to apologize, I’ll kill you” Her pheromones spread across the room, heavy with killing intent. I choke for a second— one solid second— before Miyamura’s pheromones rise to combat hers. His pheromones shield me, while still filtering out Misa’s killing intent from around me. I could hug him in gratitude. I will never take fresh air for granted, ever again. And neither will I ever get on Aronohai Misa’s bad side. Ever. The female alpha all but scurries away— but she doesn’t go far, the weight of Misa’s pheromones slams into her like a truck. She falls to her knees and passes out in a dead faint.

She had to bite her lower lip to hold back the turmoil that was increasingly enveloping her entire body. “Stop?” Damian brushed the corner of Miya's lips. “Your body says otherwise, Baby Girl.” He took out his fingers that were wet from the liquid inside Miya's vagina. “See?” Damian deliberately shows the results of his work. Miya, who unconsciously opened her eyes, immediately looked away in embarrassment.

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

Who was he talking about? Then, through the chaos, a visual appeared. A figure held roughly in the grip of a man standing behind one of the black SUVs blocking the road. Held at gunpoint. And as the figure was pulled into a sliver of light, I saw her. Misa. My breath hitched, a sharp, painful gasp that was swallowed by the roar of the gunfight. Misa was held at gunpoint by Damien and the confusion was immense, overwhelming. Misa was now Damien’s captive? Leveraged against Gerald?

Ejima took the stick, nodding like a wounded lizard, "stay safe, old friend" "I will see you again," Mmechi's smile broaden and she drew out a dagger from her waist. "Just in case" she shrugged and handed the dagger to Ejima. "If you meet Uche by chance, don't forget to send my regard. Try not to die this time, good friend." "I will try," Ejima said before turning her attention towards the exit.

Her long silky white hair had a bluish tint in it and partly hid four velvety horns that slightly branched out into forks. “Let me introduce you all,” said Damien, “This is Lord Ombra of the Shadow Dragons and Lady Lucille of the Dragons of Light.” The lady made a slight curtsy at the mention of her name. “Ombra, Lucille” continued Damien, “This is Dorin Silvius a wind mage, that there is Sebastian Revious an enchanter, and this fire mage must be...” “Johan.” Johan answered, “I’m Johan Ignacius.”

“I’m out.” “You still have something left,” Misha said, tilting his head toward the others. “Don’t you, Brayden?” Dominic scoffed, tossing in another chip. “If this is about pride, we’ll keep playing. But don’t think we’re betting our whole net worth just because you’ve got a lucky streak.” “I’m not asking you to bet your net worth.” Misha finally looked up. The crooked grin returned, sharp as the scar on his face. “I’m daring you to.”

But she doesn’t stop. The bullet tore an ugly path through her thigh, painting the white marble with a spray of crimson. She hissed, a sound that was more animal than human, but to my surprise, she didn't collapse. Most people would have gone into shock, but Misha Harman didn't even break her stride. She used the momentum of her stumble to roll, her body coiling and snapping back up like a spring… fuck, she was fast. She barely resembled an average fighter. From the way she moved, I knew one undeniable fact;