Hashiramas Novels & Stories

“What is your name?” “Ren Shibasaki.” “I see,” said Hekate. “My name is Yuri Kirisawa. It is only common courtesy to let your opponent know your name before a fight. I only have five minutes at most to mess about with you. Let’s not waste any time here.” Ren snorted. “Exactly what I was thinking,” he said. And the next moment, they moved.

“Your Cassius is still alive and breathing.” When I didn’t speak. “Okay, let me show you his live video.” I gazed at the screen and a moment later the video started. I saw a man being tied to a chair his head hung limply, and his clothes were ripped and bloodied. He looked unrecognizable with little long hair and facial hair, but I knew he was him. Cassius. A hand shot out and gripped him by his hair. Cassius groaned, his eyes were closed.

Burned because of the lava elemental. At the sight of them, my anger rose to a dangerous height and I heard Sandy scream loudly in anger. I saw her power rise as she attacked the Shadow elemental. I gathered all the water I could around me and doused the lava man with it in hopes that it would hurt him and slow him down. All it did was create steam. We were fucked but there was no way in hell I was going to go down without a fight.

He stood behind Minho, watching as his son destroyed the room, raging and cursing like a wild animal. Mr Shima was a tall, strict man. Even though he was over 40 years old, he looked like he was in his early 30s with rich brown hair, tanned skin and deep-set brown eyes. The Shimas were a family of assassins and Shima Haruto was the current heir who was a disappointment to the family. Especially after murdering people, getting caught and being wanted by the government. "Good evening, sir" Minho quickly greeted with a respectful bow.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

Shiro replied. [Shiro, a medium heighted, tan skinned, short-hair, and slim build. He is an all-rounder class soldier, who is a close friend of Jin. Suddenly, a woman approached towards Jin and Shiro. She is also a medium heighted, pale skinned, long hair that has highlights in light purple, and dark brown eyes.] “Hey Shiro, I’ve brought you some steamed chicken! Oh! Who is he!?” “Nova, this is Jin, he is one of my friends who gives me his excess scrap materials for enhancing my equipment, and also yours.” Shiro replied.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

"There is something strange about you, man. I don't know what it is, but I will find out eventually." "Whatever you say, Hirðstjóri." Brand shrugged again. He didn't like the way the man looked at him. He somehow suspected something. Could he be one of the ones who had hunted the other shifters down when they escaped? They were still staring at each other when the young warrior returned with a bowl of some type of brown stew and a half-stale heel of bread. He presented the fare like he was a waiter in a fancy steakhouse back home. Brand almost laughed at the image. "Here's his food," the boy said proudly.

Andrew smiled and pulled her up, and the two continued their escape. He explained, "That guy's name is Jahmir Robles, a notorious lone wolf from the Northern Martial Union. Among the powerhouses at the martial emperor level, most have retired or semi-retired, prioritizing reputation and seniority. But this man? He's like a vulture, ruthless and shameless."