Danmachi Misha Novels & Stories

But I focused on the cool water streaming from the tap, letting its gentle cascade rinse the abrasions on my wrists. The water ran red, merging with the crimson imprints of the rough ropes. Gazing at the pattern it made as it spiraled down the drain, I felt detached, numb, like I was floating outside of my body and watching from a distance. The intense pain, not just in my wrists but a deep-seated ache in my skull, snapped me back to reality. “You should have fought,” Ema’s voice growled within, fierce and primal. “I was so close to giving you my power until he pulled out Daisy’s picture. But your fear held you back.”

I said before bidding her goodbye. After hanging up, I dialed Jake’s number. He answered almost immediately. “You piece of sh*t. You’re the worst! You’re a demon, a liar, a cheater, and a useless scumbag! While we were together, you were out screwing other girls, you filthy animal! We’re done. I don’t deserve someone as worthless as you!” I was panting, my rage consuming me. “Wait, Misha. Don’t leave me like this. You’re the only one who truly understands me, and now you’re leaving?” He was so good at playing the victim. He’d often use this tactic to win me over. But this time, no way.

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.”

“That is the hardest fight of my life. Where is the stupid bitch? He asked, his eyes red with anger. Suddenly we heard a pup laugh, a familiar laugh. I turned around and guessed who was crawling towards us. Zira and she is smiling happily. “Are you kidding me?” Asher growled out. “No way am I killing my pup, fake or not,” he growled. I sighed. “Misha, I know that is you. You have put us through enough tests. We need help,” I said to the pup. Zira giggled. I rolled my eyes, I know it is Misha. I can feel her aura. Our surroundings changed, and we were in a warm, cozy hut, the dead man and woman gone. I looked at where Zira was before and Misha was standing there smiling at me cheekily. Since

“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.

Damian dove forward, rolling, narrowly avoiding a crackling wave of electricity that incinerated the metal floor behind him. Mia hacked into the drones’ control circuits mid-battle, redirecting several against each other. Sparks flew, a shower of destruction illuminating the chamber. Cole grinned despite the chaos. “Best. Fight. Ever.” Damian’s jaw clenched. “Stay alive long enough to get to the core!” Into the Heart of the Machine With Mia clearing the immediate threat, Damian sprinted toward the Mother core. The room seemed alive, shifting subtly, pulsing, almost breathing around them. Julian’s voice echoed in Damian’s comms:

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.

Misa, all her talk of escape, of her daughter, of her writing, of her pain, of her hatred for men like Damien was any of it real? Was any of everything even true? Was any of the empathy she had shown me, any of the comfort she had offered, any of the shared moments of fear and vulnerability, anything more than part of this elaborate, cruel game? A performance. A role she played to get me here. A wave of regret washed over me so intense it made my vision blur further, hot tears mingling with the ones already on my face. Damien. He was a monster, yes. Cold, cruel, capable of terrifying things and rage was real, his control was absolute, but he wasn't ‘this.