Dice Arisugawa Novels & Stories

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to

That didn’t stop him from going at the imperial strigo again. This time Aries just came at it head on. He mentally told Daral to leap and slam it in the head if he could. Since the strigo was more concerned with him, it wasn’t watching Daral like it should. Daral leapt just as Aries said. He was a fast blur through the air, Daral used his shoulder to slam into the strigo. His claws sinking into its face as he shoved at it. It tried to bite him, to trip him off. That head turn was what Aries was hoping for as he launched up and hit it in the front.

Dillon shook his head in disbelief. After a few minutes, a warrior approaches him. “Beta, some of our warriors and families that lives near the border were attacked,” the man said.

Arya Santanu moved his hand to prepare a burst of fire from his mouth. But just as he was about to do so, Larasati swung her sword in the direction of all the arrows. She thwarted the attack and dropped all the arrows aimed at Arya Santanu. Larasati stood proudly in front of her amateur warrior and praying mantis friend. "Wow, I'll give you a nine for the sword swing. And for knocking down all those arrows, I'll give you a ten!" Asura clapped his praying mantis hands together.

Victor approached the commotion. "Is there a problem here?" "Mr. Victor!" Anna chirped, sliding into her most professional persona. "I was just informing Mrs. Miller—well, ex-Mrs. Miller—that I am Aris. I believe my application was processed this morning?" Mr. Victor looked at Anna, then at the tablet in his hand. He seemed hesitant, but the lure of having the "Tech God" return to his stage was too great for his ego to ignore. "The digital signature provided matches the historical encrypted keys of Aris's early work. If you claim the title, the committee accepts. We have missed your brilliance."

He pulled the bracelet out of the box, and nodded at me to give him my right hand which was bare of any jewelry, my watch was on my left, and wrapping it around my wrist, I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at it. “This is beautiful, thank you.” I said, blushing at the small gesture as his eyes met mine. He smiled at me, and despite how nervous I initially was, I smiled back, masking my expression. Arturo checked his phone as it rang before hanging up, not bothering to answer as he probably knew who was calling him and why. But considering the fact that I knew my limits, and being a good Capo’s wife or daughter as a matter of fact, we were taught not to ask too many questions, and needless

Der says smiling, the young woman takes a sit beside him and hugs him, “I’ve missed you” So this is Aris, she looks very pretty; she’s the feminine version of Nek, their resemblance is uncanny. Aris runs towards Nek and playfully slaps him across the arm; “ouch” he winces. Nek pulls her into a hug, “how have you been” he asks

Alpha Cyrus said and that angered the young boy. He attacked him once more but Cyrus just used his arm as a shield and he could not even move an inch closer. He was again thrown across the room leaving cracks on the walls and when he was about to get up, Alpha Cyrus stepped on his chest, with so much pressure that he is now barely breathing.

“Who is this person and what should I do there?” Lesley bit her lower lip slightly in hesitation, but then she told him. “The name is Kuroda Arimura. He is one of our adventurers. He is… Sick, and he refused to come to work. Everyone has been trying to persuade him to come to work, but he just needed more time to recover.”

Posey I press another cool, wet rag against Aris’s battered face, sighing deeply at the gouge across his forehead, expertly stitched by his mother. A welt the size of Tarsian slashes from temple to jaw on the left side of his face, and he has a black eye, but I’m sure he’s looked worse at some point in his life. This is just the worst I’ve ever seen him, and my stomach curls into tight knots when he frowns and hisses in pain against the cold press of the rag.