Hagakure Cover Novels & Stories

“So why don’t you show me how an omega submits, Hagakure Sorahiko” Sorahiko trembles as he stands. He’s red, from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes. Yet, his hands begin to fumble with the clasps of his pants. He trembles, but he doesn’t stop. He unhooks the clasp and lets his pants fall to his ankles. He keeps his gaze lowered as he does the same to his boxers. Miyamura watches intensely as Sorahiko slowly turns his back to him and bends over his desk, giving him a perfect view of his already slick hole.

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

As he was thinking, Baji wrote something on the cover, just under the circle. Jai shook his head as nothing came into his mind. “I got nothing else.” Baji sighed through his nose. The man pointed to the kanji. “Have a look.” Jai looked at the cover of the document, which now had another thing drawn upon it. It was the kanji for ‘Scar’, the same one that Arata used. “It’s the same word Arata gave me.” Jai said. “Can you read it?” Baji asked. Jai nodded.

“Thank you.” His expression softened. “Take your time.” I slowly moved forward, letting my eyes travel across the collection. Some books looked relatively normal. Others appeared ancient. Several bindings were cracked. A few looked like they might fall apart if I breathed too hard. Some were labeled. Others weren’t. My attention immediately landed on a thick book sitting up very high, not even eye level. Something about it stood out. “Can you grab that one?” Raiden reached up and pulled it free before handing it over. The cover was dark and worn smooth with age. I opened it right where we stood. My brows immediately rose. “This is about prophecies.”

Hayate's fist struck the bedpost. Tsukiko did not flinch. "She is still resisting." "What is controlling her?" I asked. Tsukiko reached into the second case and removed a thin book bound in pale leather. My stomach turned before she opened it. The golden mark on my palm burned. The pages fluttered until they stopped at a drawing of two women standing beneath one crown. Their faces had been scratched away. Beneath them, a line of old writing glowed. Raiken leaned closer. "What does it say?"

Despite wearing a coat, and a jacket beneath it, Yuri was still feeling the bitter cold. Yuri paused in her step as she passed by a bookstore in the streets of Shibuya, and she turned to look at the shop window of the bookstore. There were several books and novels on display in the shop window, but none of that caught her eye. The book that had actually caught her eye was one that had a photo of the pediment structure of the Old Supreme Court Building of Singapore as the front cover. Yuri stared at the front cover of the book without moving for several moments.

The walls were forest green and on his table were various books, a steaming cup of coffee and pens inside a white mug that had been scribbled over by a child with a blue marker. The setting of the room was calm and peaceful although my heart was anything but those things. My lower lip was probably swollen from all the biting it had to endure on my way here and I failed to fight the habit, especially in this situation. I was given a cup of coffee as well, but the tight knots in my stomach prevented me from tasting it. I looked up from my cup to the man seated in front of me. This was my first time seeing Higan's father and he had a strong intimidating aura that could pin people down with one

He screamed, trouble. “I guess I should tell you the truth, it seems inevitable now that you have been exposed to him and his treacherous ways,” my mate got up and walked over to his closet and extracted what seemed like an ancient tome from some hidden compartment. He briskly walked back to me as I sat straight in bed with my back against the headrest. Xyn handed me the thick black tome with some magical ancient tree with silver bark and golden leaves embedded on its cover. Blue veins ran all over the tree and in its centre a whole chunk of what seemed like an apple shape was missing. As if the fruit had been plucked out.

Ash chuckles, “It’s okay, we managed.” She nods, “Could I have the book to look at while we wait for Serena?” Kai nods and gets up to grab it. They had re-wrapped it in the silk scarf that Benny had given it to her in. She lets Kai unwrap it and place it on her lap. The book is clearly ancient, but the leather of the cover is in remarkable condition. But then it had been stored in a dragon’s hoard for years. The cover had an embossed phoenix on it, and a few gems in gold settings to highlight some details.

The image was so fast that I couldn't define what it was, but she had maddeningly fascinating designs all over her back going down to her lower back and wherever else it went. I poured the wine into my own glass as I entered my room and looked down at the notebook in my hand, leaving the black handkerchief she'd forgotten with me over my leg as she sat in the chair at my end table. The relief on the cover had a snake biting a rose, with beautiful arabesques in a very dark shade of brown, on the cover there was her last name, I understood Arabic briefly so as not to become familiar with the Aistarabaw under the snake in Egyptian Arabic. His family crest, my conviction as I thought of the imag