Hidan #akatsuki Novelas e Histórias

I instructed. We took another turn and found ourselves at a dead end. “Stop right there, Kitsune. Or should I say Yūri Hatake.” an unfamiliar voice called out, followed by the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked. I glanced at Hibiki, who only nodded with his eyes as he stealthily unfastened his belt. “No funny business. Turn around slowly.” the man commanded.

“Am I dreaming?” “Are you the spawn of Satan?” Ibrahim grabbed Aulia’s hand from stepping closer. “Sheesh. Spawn of satan. How weird is that?” Hisoka gleed. “Don’t you think so, sister?” “Sister?” Aidan craned his lifeless head but immediately shook his head. “One problem at a time. How’d you still be alive? Dude???” “Oh, this?” Snap! With a single snap, Hisoka’s body turned stiff and became a statue before slowly shifting into piles of cards and exploding.

While Akatsuki Shou was in the bathroom, he looked at his face in the mirror before turning his head to the side a little. He touches his neck where there's a bite mark on it, and his palm also had a small bite mark. Not only that, but his chest also had a trace of scratch because of Risa. 'This girl…is she a dog?' After he was done showering, he went to his cupboard. Find something that can cover the bite mark, which is obvious on his neck. He had an appointment with a lady from Cheng's group, so it'd be inappropriate to come with a sightable 'love' mark on his body.

She trots up and enters the grand room. Seeing a slender man with glasses surrounded by female servers,Atzi bowed her head silently. "This must be Damon.." Atzi thought vto herself. Her eyes met Damon's as he stood up. He approached her and then spoke. "So..it's you..hmph..clever gal aren't you..." The others along with Atzi looked in disbelief. Her ears instinctively drooped back. "You may have fooled these simpletons, but not me. You cost me a good beta in those woods. What..? you didn't think i knew..? ..That i would have figured it out."

Zitrey fearlessly stares back on her old acquaintance, “You've never changed, acting like a lost kitten and bite the hands who've helped you, same old tricks as ever. Right scaredy-cat Z? Or should I call you the notorious fierce assassin– Aoi Akuma?” Just then, a freezing harsh wind blows. The smooth raven hair and clothes of Zitrey sways following the current of the air. At the same moment, Aoi Akuma hoody fell off on his head, showing his elegant features and his cunning face. The cloak he wears strongly sways in back and forth with the wind, showing his silky arctic kimono with Blue Morpho Butterflies designed on it and it's navy blue 'Hakama' with black obi belt tied on his waist. Addin

I whispered feeling my world turning on its axis. I reached out and grabbed the back of the nearest chair as my legs threatened to give out. I forced them to move forward a little further just as a body came into view from around the corner. He was hunched over and the only way he could have looked more dangerous, or horrifying would have been if he had been crawling around the walls or ceiling. His normally beautiful warm hazel eyes were completely black, and they were piercing through my body. "Darren," I whispered as I hurried forward.

Alex replied, smiling at her. *** "Why?" She asked, more like demanded. He smiled at her again. "Not funny" She said, a little pissed at him. "Anna, it's just a movie" Alex explained, not understanding why she would get so upset. He felt someone looking at her. He scanned the room and their eyes met. Damian Grey. Alex had heard so much about him. The only existing hybrid. Or so he thought. "Hey, you stopped walking" Anna called to his attention. "I'm sorry" Alexander apologized as he kept staring at him.

Jake snarled, taking another step closer. “Lies?” Zion mused, his grip on me tightening painfully. “You will listen, or I’ll tear the mark from her neck myself.” His voice dripped with cruelty, and Jake froze. Satisfied, Zion continued. “Once upon a time, there was a woman named Alarna, who married her mate, Jonathan, a hybrid—a demon and lycan. They had me, and then, Jonathan became... difficult. Abusive, even. So dear old Mom killed him and moved on to her second mate—your father, Jake.”

Something deep within stirred, a memory not her own, an echo of something ancient awakening. Drawn forward by instinct she didn’t fully understand, Aria wandered deeper into the trees. Moonlight broke through the branches, illuminating a small clearing she had never noticed before. At its center lay a circle of moss-covered stones, arranged with precise, deliberate care. Kneeling beside them, she brushed her fingers over the wet surface. Energy surged through her in a blinding instant, and images flashed behind her eyes: wolves racing through silver light, the forest ablaze, a shadowy figure with eyes identical to Damon’s. She stumbled back, gasping, chest heaving.

His eyes met mine and I nodded. “Now,” I whispered to him. “Fight. Trust me and fight. Focus on me and fight.” His body convulsed. The mist shrieked. I felt her scream inside him. I felt her rage. But I did not back down. I would not back down. The Luna I had been was gone. This, this was who I was meant to be. And I was going to burn her shadow to the ground. “Now show me what you've got,” I whispered. “That's if you have anything left in you, Tatiana…”