Green Kamen Riders Novels & Stories

The tiny seed unfolded slightly. A faint shoot emerged. Not silver. Not gold. Not blue. Green. The first true green Ama had ever seen. The color of growing things. The color of futures. The Gardener's eyes widened. “Well…” She laughed softly. “That hasn't happened before.” Ama stared at the tiny sprout. “What does green mean?” The Gardener slowly stood. For the first time since Ama had arrived. She looked both amazed... And humbled. “It means…” She paused.

Kir shook her head and decided to go to the only person that could help her right then, Kaoru Regaldi. Kir spotted the black-haired man, sporting his signature royal blue tie that many thought was the only difference between him and his purple tie wearing twin. What was funny thought, was that there were many things that make their identities easy to notice, but only Moose and Kir had ever been capable of realizing that Kaoru sports an emerald green wolf insignia ring, his counterpart, Kilo, actually wore an amethyst demon insignia ring.

I said as I kissed Rachel’s cheek and squeezed Ezra’s hand. I took my place back with my mates who wrapped an arm around me and kissed my head. ‘Is that why you called him Baby B?’ Kai asked. ‘Yes. He said I couldn’t share his name or what he looked like or else it could alter the future, and he liked his life the way it was. The green and black is because his hair is curly black with green tips. His magic is also green,’ I told them both.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

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Ganzorig was much taller than the average Salamander. His hair was in a top knot and he had a long thin nose that was aquiline and raptorlike. His skin was bronzed while his eyes, always half-open, belied his violent nature. He wore chain mail on his huge arms and steel gauntlets on his hands; wide chains crisscrossed his bare chest. This was the trademark attire of the Kanebori-shu or Gold-diggers. They were fire Slayers lured from distant regions by the gold rush, renowned for their skill in demolitions and explosives like nitroglycerine. Many of them had been recruited by the Khaganate to become siege-engineers and sappers in wartime.

"Za, I'll be back home." "Yeah, take care Green. Who are you back with?" asked Riza as he sorted out his things. "Just like usual, online public mototcycle," said Green casually. "It's been night, Green, want me driving you back home?" Worried Riza offered to deliver Green. "No, Za, I'm fine, outside is still crowded. Don't worry, I can take care of myself. You go on with your bussiness." "Really don't want me to drive you?"

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

I swallowed hard, and I breathed deeply. Unlike other paintings this painting was unique, it wasn’t just blue and black and white, it was pink, violet, blue, red, white, it had everything. It depicted a universe. It was full of life. And when you look closer to it... I could see a faint image of a face. Like the whole galaxy was just a whole facade, to hide what the painting really beholds. Anamorphosis. “I’m sorry for asking.” I heard Geoffrey. Then I looked back at him.

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.