Four Hokage Novelas e Histórias

Aki furiously screamed while looking at at emotionless Harvey. “I’m the young lord of the Kitagawa Clan, and the disciple of the Shinkage Way! I’m a well-known character in the younger generation of the Island Nations!” “I cannot be embarrassed that easily!” “Kneel before you talk,” Harvey said with a calm tone. “You dare make me kneel?!” Aki was completely enraged. “So what if you’re a God of War, Harvey?!” “You think the Shinkage Way doesn’t have Gods of War?!”

Just then the suite door flew open and a furious Jackson stormed into the room. "What in the fuck is this bullshit! They can be a couple but I have to wait," He growled forcefully, obviously hearing what Rai had just said. Amongst the chaos no one noticed Hoka had entered a while back and was watching the drama unfolding. I watched memorized as he strode up to Jackson and pinched a part of his neck and the angry boy crumpled to the floor. I looked up at Hoka and eyed him curiously. He wasn't a normal Reaper. His eyes didn't glow but showed deep dark lightless empty pits that made me shiver. I raised my brow and Hoka blinked and his dark eyes with white returned. He grinned at me and put his

I asked, taking advantage of the situation. “Sure,” Hikari snapped his finger and within seconds, around fifty of his spies jumped out of thin air. I gaped at them with wide eyes, “do you always have an army around you? Where exactly do they hide?” “They are ninjas. They have trained a lot to be my hidden army,” he said with a proud smirk. “Luna’s orders are my orders.” He said and all of them formed a few groups and within ten to fifteen minutes they were gone with the bombs. Their level of organisation and teamwork was kind of scary.

In that split second, an image gets burned into my mind: a short, shriveled-up old man with an elongated head wearing a silken robe - behind him stood terrifying creatures. I grin at this, but I’m shocked nonetheless. I know now that the Takahashi family is definitely not your average Yakuza and that this man in front of me is no ordinary leader. No wonder Kaen didn’t want his children to breed with these two because their heirs will be fucking powerful. Ever heard of the folklore painting ‘Hyakki Yagyō’ or The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons? Well, there’s a demon said to lead them, and right fucking now, I am looking at him - Nurarihyon. Well, a reincarnated version anyway.

Days went by with nothing out of the ordinary, except that Ally had gone back to sleep at Chandra’s house but Hunter had opted to stay with me. That day had cemented our relationship, when he thought he’d lose me and I thought I’d lose him. I hardly slept those first few nights but sat on the couch and watched Hunter sleep on the sofa bed. His dragon hadn’t separated from him yet but then again he was only four and mine had appeared when I was five.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

We’ll have enough time to set our defenses once we get to Kiyosu Castle. “Are you ready, my lady?” Hideyoshi asked me. I nodded and he helped me up my horse. Now that I think about it, Hideyoshi isn’t Hideyoshi yet. His name is Kinoshita Tōkichirō. I also remember that this war will be a big turning point for him. I hope everything will go according to plan.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

It's the best thing right now. "The fox marble couldn't help Hiro to be stronger if he's still not good at fighting. You know that he still needs to be trained," says Olivia seriously. The tone of her voice made Konan feel that Olivia's desire to accept Hiro as the savior of the nine-tailed isn't genuine at all.