Gintama Novels & Stories

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

the girl said as Raijin looked at her and then looked at Kagahma and thought, "This beast wasn't as strong as the one we fought in the hunters exam, yet it took the three of us to defeat it, so this is why they give us this kind of exams, it isn't about the power difference but instead your statics and compatibility with the beast" "Thanks for your help, we would have been a gonna if not for you, I'm Raijin by the way" "I'm Izumi, it was nice working with you and I hope we would be able to continue our alliance until this stage of the exam is over" she said as she brought out her hands to shake him. "Same here" Raijin said as they shaked hands. Kagahma saw what was going on and deduced that

Mateo said, standing up, and Lilian nodded. Mateo pulled off his shirt and almost immediately shifted to his big silver wolf. His eyes sparked bright green, and he stared at Lilian before lowering his body. “Climb on!” Lilian said to the little boy who stood behind them as she helped Emery up. “No, I can't; I’m scared.” The boy shivered, moving back a bit.

Kōjin (laughing so hard the volcano rumbles): “Welcome to the family, Himuari-Nakamura. Weird is the baseline.” He snaps his fingers and a table appears (low kotatsu, steaming bowls of kitsune udon the size of bathtubs, sake that tastes like sunrise). We eat under a sky that’s half open volcano, half Kyoto twilight. I steal his chopsticks just to watch him pout. Seras: “So… do I call you Dad? Kōjin-sama? Old man who smells like charcoal?” Kōjin (soft, ancient eyes warm): “You call me whatever feels like home.

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

The houses were simple wood and stone, and the people who lived there worked hard and slept lightly. Everyone knew the truth about the border. Demons crossed it. Sometimes in the night. Sometimes in the open. Adrian had been eight the first time he saw one. He remembered the smell more than anything else. Smoke. Blood. Burning wood. His mother had shoved him beneath the floorboards of their home while screaming for him not to make a sound. He could still remember the way her hands shook as she pushed the loose plank back over him. “Don’t come out,” she whispered.

She said, hoping her friend would stop staring. “Why the gloomy look then or has someone died?” Ejima snorted as if she could perceive the stink of death. “Just lack of sleep, that’s all,” she said and emptied the fresh Vilari water into a clay cup. The muddy end of the cup was already on her lips when she heard her friend's giggle. “What’s funny?” Ejima asked before gulping the liquid. She dropped the cup by her side and spat once before letting her coppery eyes return to Nneamaka.

Jai tilted his head with an apologetic smile. “Ah! Sorry!” Ruta scratched his head nervously. “I forgot you’re not from here. Of course you don’t know them,” the boy smiled at him and counted with his finger. “Akaito Fujii. A prodigy from the Fujii clan. He has pale red hair and pretty, dark purple eyes. People like Akaito onii-chan a lot because he is very talented and creative, both in a fight or his achievement in the singing industry.” Jai listened intently to the boy.