Gojo Running Novels & Stories

As I’m falling, there’s a distinct whooshing sound above my head. “No,” Jo screams as she stares at the academy’s gates. Jo lets go of her weapon and quickly sprints towards Ora and me. “Marco’s here,” she says as she grabs hold of us. I hear the whoosh again and Jo forces us both to the ground. “Run,” Jo screams at us. I got to my feet, prepared to run as if the devil himself was chasing me.

My legs don’t give out under me. Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.” Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious. “What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”

Arc regained his balance, his concern for Jojo's well-being propelling him forward. The sound of pounding footsteps echoed through the air as the book club members sprinted towards the commotion. Arc's eyes widened in surprise as they converged, their faces etched with concern and outrage. Will, the first to arrive, rushed towards Bill, but Jojo was quicker. Her eyes blazed with a fierce determination, and with a battle cry, she unleashed a swift knee strike. Bill's eyes bulged as her knee connected with devastating precision, striking his vulnerable groin.

How could Jojo’s tiny arms and legs be strong enough to hold down a volcano that finally erupted for the first time after being silent for so long? Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud… A series of hurried footsteps came from afar. A person grabbed hold of Jojo and pulled her to one side. With a stretch of his long arms, he immediately wrapped the agitated woman tightly in his arms. Even with the clothes they wore between them, he could clearly sense the person in his arms shaking violently. An aching sensation gushed out of his heart. His sturdy arms unknowingly tightened as his deep voice traveled into her ears.

And as if one with the wind, she reached for the space, running with everything in her. The villagers had made a mistake in not tying her hands. Well, Ejima was grateful for that, at least, it made everything easier. The wind sang in her ears as she ran blindly into the bush. The songs of the women had stopped and had turned into a yell. Ejima did not pause to look behind, not for a moment. There was no time for that. She continued her blind run into the night, giving no thought to the thorns that tore her skin. Her lungs were burning and her throat was as dry as the face of a desert. Swallowing was agony, but she dared it anyway and was grateful for the little saliva that lubricated her thi

I heard three distinctive snorts from the other side of the room and peeped out to see Nadei, Nik and Nial watching the white haired male and I interact, bemusedly staring at us. And then he grabbed my cheeks mushing them making my lips pucker as I did to him before. My eyes rolling in exsparation, "You're real?" He whispered almost inaudibly. His identical frosty blue eyes teary, full of emotion and I just stared at him. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel. Was was I even supposed to say? "She's real?" Gojo Satoru's human twin laughed like a crazy man. "Oh, my God, she's real!- Ow, fuck!" The girly screech that left his mouth was funny enough to pull a humourous chuckle out of me.

Other than being an expert in the Refined Blade, Jiro was also a karate expert. His move contained explosive power and speed, pushing all the aspects to the limit. His thigh muscles contained massive power as the kick dropped, breaking even the air. “Jiro is furious. I bet Kaze will die here.” Draig looked serious. He had to admit that Jiro was the strongest opponent that he had ever met since he came back to Arcadia. “Die!” Following Jiro’s shout, his foot came closer to Kaze’s face. In the nick of time, Kaze moved his body to the side using the slightest movement, dodging the attack at a strange angle and with unbelievable nimbleness.

I forced myself through the crowd, stepping over broken bottles and bodies. The DJ booth was damaged, the music playing in a distorted manner. The Dj himself was dead. I recognized him—a student of ours. My wolf growled, clawing at me to unleash the anger in me. But I reeled him in. “Not now, boy,” I muttered. As seconds passed, I finally got a clearer vision. “Jojo!” I yelled his name the moment I sighted him. He hurried to where I was and assisted me. “You were cut,” jojo said, placing his hand on a deep cut I didn’t notice on my torso. I winced, shifting away from his hand,

Especially Emma Sutton, who seems to see his next target. He was wearing a suit and black trousers at the bottom. He also wears an expensive watch that makes the guys stare at it. "Thank you everyone...so let me introduce myself first," he said, then let out his wide smile. "I'm Mr. Gojo, your instructor for today. Maybe you're asking, "Why not Mr. Rayven?" I mean, yeah, I get it. It might look like he's much more familiar with you guys, but I have to do this job or I'm dead," he said to them, joking while wearing a weird smile.

POV Willow After we got outside, I hid behind a tree and undressed. I shifted quickly and ran out. There were murmurs of surprise when the others saw me but Tracy and Zack just smiled at me and held out the kids toys. Nox and I smelled them deeply and after a moment, Nox had a vision.