Hanzo The Salamander Novels & Stories

And it's built on cliff like terrain, with enormous jagged rocks jutting out at every angle I look. "Welcome, welcome." My attention snaps back to the task at hand at the sound of that enthusiastic voice. When I turn, I stumble upon a heavily built man. His skin is a rich dark chocolate. His hair is a luxurious cascade of dripping curls reaching his shoulders. He's dressed entirely in white sportswear. Joggers and all. Rows upon rows of gold jewelry hang from him. Even his fingers aren't spared. "Samson." The man spreads his arms wide, never moving from his regal golden velvet seat beside a large S shaped swimming pool.

That body becomes its prison and its home, tethered even beyond death. For most, it is a blessing. The ultimate salvation. A key to Ajooni—transcendence beyond the cycle of suffering. But for others, it is a curse. An unshakable shackle. Zander King was the Death Wolf’s Soul Corona. Its final human form. And that was why he could fight it, wrestle back control. No other host in history had ever managed such a feat. Not even Thaneous. A scream tore from Zander’s lips, his eyes flickering between the beast’s crimson and his own tormented brown before settling—finally—on brown. He gasped, dragging himself forward, his limbs trembling, his breath ragged.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

Hana swept over the rock below, which had stabbed Hana in the back as she fell in. The light from the cave door shone on Hana, who determined that she had approached the mouth of the cave. Zeci automatically crawled to the ground, a safe distance from Hana. Then Zeci's body slowly turned into a giant lizard with blue wings. Hana understood what Zeci meant, she quickly climbed up to sit on its back, and her hands clung to its wing. Zeci pounded his wings for momentum and launched himself high.

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

I said instead. “The family of the deceased would not understand that. They want blood.” He sat on the stool. It should've made him look smaller or at the very least it should've looked silly but it did not. If anything, he looked scarier perched upon the stool than he did standing. He motioned a finger and a bodyguard brought his shoes to him. “Hanzo here for example, wants your head on a platter.” Hanzo referred to the bald headed snake tattoo escort. Presumably, he was part of the inner flock as well.

Hanzo nods his head before taking my hand in his then gets up and pulls me to the bathroom. “Thank you, once I rinse the blood off you can take a bath if you would like. I can leave you to relax or help you with your hair and keep you company,” Hanzo drops his blanket and walks into the shower and starts the water. I can’t help my eyes wandering over his back tattoo of a samurai with an orange and red koi fish, waves, and various flowers. His tattoos create a full suit covering his entire torso moving down his butt and the backs of his thighs.

Hanzo Basement, she accidently threw this talisman at me and it was stuck in strings of my blouse. Concurrently “You Bastard…. I told you, you had to submit to me…. there is nothing that you and this pathetic human mate of your can do to me” “Noo… please… please, let him go… he’ll die” I screamed and pleaded Mr. Hanzo who was standing at distance watching Draco choked to dead. “I don’t care if he is dead or alive…. I can extract his power in either form…. and then I can use his power to capture remaining of his Dragon shifter people” Mr. Hanzo said with his disgusting laughter

) "Impact Rising!!!" Izanami: "No." (Noticing Dantzler and swatting him out of the air with her hand, as if he were a fly to her.) (Dantzler is sent flying through the main hall. Slamming through the wall and into the side of the mining cart knocking it off track. A few seconds later he gets up, stumbling a little bit and bleeding lightly from the crown of his head. At this point, Xanne has come down the stairs on the opposite side of the hallway of where the altar was. Only to come face to face with Izanami.)