Gambler Anime Novels & Stories

" Finally the moment you've all been waiting for! Let's finally invite Super Rookie Shinigami and our last season champion! Turner the Soul ripper!! To the ring!" The ringmaster yelled into his cone-shaped megaphone, announcing to the arena. The whole crowd went crazy as the Soul Ripper enters the Arena. A full armor man with a lance bigger than himself. Shinigami then enters from the other side of the Arena with his snarling wolf helmet, and around his waist hung many small daggers. This time the only armor he was wearing is the gauntlet on his right hand other than that was normal clothes which were normal black long pants with boots. IS HE CRAZY?!! I thought as I turn to V4.1 who was gone

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

So when I got up, it passed me and I jumped up and kicked it in the ribs knocking it down and writhing in pain. Suddenly the surroundings became quiet. I grinned because the man couldn't stand it. Huh, it's just big, and that's all he is. "G-gamara won!" The man next to the supremo stuttered and all the faces of the spectators gaped as if they couldn't believe it. "How did he knock out Hideo?" "Isn't that right, Hideo used to beat that?" "What's happening?" I just shook my head. They may be looking down on this person Gamara. This Gamarang is weak because I immediately knocked it down without difficulty.

The tattooed man kicked again, doubling me over as his foot connected with my stomach. "Any last words?" He sneered, leaning over me. I forced my gaze up, meeting his eyes. He grinned, warping the sun tattoo into an odd shape on his cheek. "Well?" I opened my mouth, about to cuss at him when he fell forward, covering me in a splatter of blood. I gasped. I'd thought the pain from him kicking me was bad, but the pain of his dead weight bearing down on my beaten body had me balancing the edge of consciousness. I looked up, trying to force the engulfing black away and met pale blue eyes. It seemed my guardian wasn't just a pretty face.