Fushiguro Novels & Stories

It’s apple and spice, though nothing about him could be defined as nice. Still, I know down to my bones, no one else could have gotten me through that. Over the most terrifying, heart breaking, and still altering tide. Obliterated that phantom claw, like any other force daring to step into his path……. Hirosai Kurosai may be a monster, but he’s my kind of monster. The sort that all others fear. 33: Hiro -Unnatural Order

His left one had a nasty scar running from just above his eyebrow all the way to his jaw, but that never once took away from how fucking god like he was. There had been sightings of rogues along the eastern border, it came over the pack-link when I was working. I was only two days out of the dungeon for my latest drunken escapade when I was on patrol ‘Rogue sighting on eastern border, at least four’ I had been patrolling in my fur and was about five minutes away. ‘Am on the way’ I shouted through the link before taking off in the direction of the sighting.

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything

I had lost complete sense of reality as I slipped in and out of consciousness. All I knew was that I was very cold and my body was shaking uncontrollably as my body temperature dropped. I tried to stare off into space but my eyes would always meet with someone else’s. I’d try to look at a wall blankly, but I’d suddenly be looking into my father’s empty sockets where Octavious had gouged out his eyes. Or I’d try to just stare into my shower but I would only see Dash’s headless body just lying there. Everywhere I looked, I couldn’t escape the horror.

“My lord, this footage online proves that this person named Alex Rockefeller is from America but there is no information about this person nor his entry details in our country’s border checkpoint.” A person at the side grunted. “Isn’t this nonsense? How could someone who could cause such a huge ruckus leave us inbound information? Americans are so cunning, how could they not think of this? Oshima-kun, your information is too generic.” The person who gave the report earlier was angry. “Ichiro Kuryo, how dare you?! You’ve no right to interfere when I’m reporting to the lord! Get out of my sight!” Ichiro Kuryo said, “I have a copy of the surveillance of Higurashi Shrine here, you can see some f

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

"If you're betrayed, release disappointment at once. By that way, the bitterness has no time to take root." - Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut * * * * July 2009 Aoyama Cemetery Tohya stared at Ren, wondering if his best friend had just cracked a joke. He simply can’t imagine someone like Ren befriending a guy like that. But on the other hand, if this Tatsuya Fujiyama is truly like how Ren had said, then it might be the reason why Ren had even befriended him.

Philip sat down on his chair and took his brush, getting ready to finish the painting of the unknown woman. He dipped his brush into the blue paint and began the magic. As he painted the nose and hair of the woman, he also remembered to paint her eye color, brown. He had seen those eyes before. They were not Clara's nor were they his mother's, those brown eyes, belonged to someone he had seen when he was a child. Someone who had assaulted him when he was still young. He could never forget those eyes.

“A psychic? You’re telling me there’s someone who can see what’s coming?” “Sometimes,” Charlie confirmed. “He’s not always clear, but he’s helped before. Might put your mind at ease.” Tora glanced at Jax and gave a short nod. “Alright. Let’s see what he’s got.” — An hour later, Tora and Jax sat on the couch as the front door opened to Charlie and a man in soft, flowing neutral-toned robes. He looked like he’d stepped out of a dream, his silver-streaked dark hair braided loosely, with violet eyes that seemed almost translucent.

He had to hand it to the old bat for her efforts, as annoying as they were. In the end, Lexus’s father, Masaru, had taken over the task of feeding the unreasonable alpha, much to his mother’s begrudging acceptance. Lexus was glad for it; he was damn tired of slicing his tongue to bits to rid himself of the foul aftertaste of others’ blood. Or that time he’d just taken a page out of Rin’s book and not fucking eaten for a month.