Hachishaku-sama Novels & Stories

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

Being jealous of a being who can have total power over me…I wouldn’t be that stupid. “Not as much as you. I didn’t follow her like a puppy dog around the castle. You did. I can handle it. In the meantime, do everything in your power to stay away from her.” “I will. Trust me.” “Great, now say, fetch Max.” “Fetch Max,” I repeated. At this max zoomed out of my room and reappeared like no time had passed “Take this.” Max handed me a glittering purple vile. “What is it?” I asked.

Only one letter as the sender: H. “My game of chess isn’t over. The next king will fall. Be prepared.” Harley clenched his teeth. Tears welled up… then he stood. “I’m not a pawn. I’m not a puppet. You’ll see for yourself, Hideko—I know this is definitely your doing,” he said. — Autumn wind rustled the bamboo curtains. In a quiet, traditional Japanese room, the sound of high heels walking firmly down a wooden corridor was heard. Hideko sat calmly in the center of the room. Elegant. Serene. In front of her, an elderly man in military uniform knelt—one of the most loyal former hitmen of the Yakuza family.

He tried not to notice. Tried not to think about the conversation they had shared that morning in the training courtyard. I saw something familiar. Darkness. The words lingered in his thoughts far more than they should have. A voice broke through the murmuring court. “Your Majesty.” A tall demon stepped forward from the gathered nobles. His armor gleamed dark red beneath the torchlight, etched with the sigil of the southern legions. General Kharvek. Adrian recognized him immediately. Kharvek bowed low before the throne.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

"The girl in the black Hoodie, stays everyone else LEAVE!" He commanded. Isabella looked all around hoping to see another girl with a black Hoodie on but found none of them as she looked up and saw him looking straight at her. All of them started slowly to filter out of the room except for her Marco and Alex. "You are following me!" Marco commanded. "No I'm not!" Isabella replied As Alex's face morphed into shock but Marco smirked at her. That smirk reminded her so much of dexter.

Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame Takamatsu screamed as different memory after another continued pouring inside of him, after some time everything stabilize as Takamatsu regained clarity, "I did die, though in normal thinking I am dead in the normal world, I did not cross over to the other side, I only transmigrated, Takamatsu said as he can't help feeling happy.

The dragon nodded and pointed to a jar of gray dust. “Are you sure we can trust him,” Tristan asked. Trix turned to him and shot a look in his direction. “This is not your average fairytale she said, her hands reaching behind her back and touching something cold. As she did a gold band wrapped around their interlocked hands. A dark smoke engulfed their feet traveling up their bodies and changing their outfits to a black ninja like outfit with a black hood over their heads. The guards pulled their swords and Trix used a throwing star to slice the bottle open, releasing a cloud of smoke that spread throughout the large room in seconds. The ground shook and the scent of smoke followed by a warm

With a small blast of fire from his feet, Max initiated a sprint towards Tamashi. “YOU’RE MINE, SPARKY! I’LL END THIS IN ONE BLOW!” Max jumped as he neared Tamashi. As Max fell through the sky, Tamashi reached out his arm. ‘Inazuma no Kabe.’ Max slammed head-first into the wall and bounced off, flying backwards in the direction he came from. As Tamashi released the wall, Max recovered and rose to his feet.