Hidden Mist Shinobi の小説・ストーリー

“The Veil has been torn, Shadowborn. You cannot undo what she has done.” He spun around, scanning the treeline. The light had faded, replaced by a low, unnatural mist creeping through the roots and stones. “Show yourself,” he growled. Power rippled beneath his skin, his wolf pushing forward, eager for a fight. The voice chuckled dark, amused. “You demand much from a world already breaking.” A figure stepped from the mist. Tall. Cloaked in silver and smoke. Its face was hidden beneath a hood, but its eyes glowed faint white — like moons reflected in still water.

A heavy, grey fog had rolled in over the Alps, swallowing the peaks and the trees, leaving us in a world of ghosts. We moved through the cabin with a quiet, lethal efficiency. Jinyan was packing his tactical gear—the things he had hidden in the floorboards—while I sat at the table, staring at the sapphire rose. It was no longer a flower. It had become a teardrop-shaped crystal, pulsing with a deep, rhythmic violet. "It’s ready," Jinyan said, standing by the door. He was wearing his black coat, the one that made him look like the Shark again. But he was holding my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles.

Then, in a voice so quiet I almost missed it, one of them whispered: “The enemy hides in plain sight.” My heart pounded. Before I could ask anything more, the silver mist swirled violently, consuming the Elders. Their forms blurred, becoming shadows, then fading into nothing. The world shifted again, and suddenly, I was standing at the edge of the forest, Shane watching me carefully. “What did they say?” she asked. I stared ahead, my jaw tight. “That we have a much bigger problem than we thought.”

She informed me, as if that was supposed to explain why we were hiding under the table. A pair of brown boots stopped at our table. “I could have sworn I saw her.” Came the girl’s voice, her tone held a lot of puzzlement but then Raven’s phone started ringing causing the girl to look underneath the table at us. “I knew you were hiding there before your phone gave you up.” Letting out a sigh, Raven crawled out and I followed her, feeling silly and confused. I stared at the girl, who happens to be seated now. She had the same purple hair as Raven except that Raven’s only has purple highlights while she had a full blown purple short hair.

Justin snorted and replied, “She doesn’t trust me, but she trusts a man I know. If he likes me, she’ll give me the benefit of the doubt.” After the meeting broke up, Justin found himself handing out orders to first his brother who he explained to briefly what the situation was. He saw his fun-loving brother go from Mr. Mischievous to Mr. Sinister in one second flat. It was like that with them, mistreating children was a sore spot with them all.

We were a team, a two-man team, united by purpose and the need to protect our pack and save other packs from the dangers brought by Hestia and Aneliesse. There was no turning back now. “Let's move,” I spoke, my voice low but resolute. With a nod, we headed out into the night, the moon casting long shadows on the forest floor. The Misty Forest, courtesy of its name, boasted thick fogs and mist that could blind. But now, the mist is thin and the fog has dissipated. It's still winter yet it's colder than usual. I shifted into my fight mode. Gamma Jemenei was behind me when I immediately noticed a shadow using my shadow manipulation power taught to me by Zarion. It’s just a flicker of power but…

Mi-sook resumed her spell. As Mi-sook started to put Min-shi’s belongings into the fire, a charcoal black fume erupted from it, forming a dark shadowy entity. It flew across the ceiling and screeched. The dark shadow found pregnant Min-Shi’s room, seeping through the walls and under her blanket. It took her body, jolting her awake. She convulsed, desperately clawing at herself as the black shadowy smoke took control, causing her hands to blacken and her fingernails to break off.

Hideyoshi A Series Preface: This series is about each warlord and Mitsuhide plots and plans to dose each one, though the stories intersect at places they are stand-alone stories. (primarily MC/Princess in not sleeping or other things with EVERY warlord.) Mitsuhide knew that Hideyoshi would never let his guard down around him. If he offered him the last glass of water on the planet, Hideyoshi would throw it to the ground. This was not going to be as easy as dosing anyone else. He would have to find the right time and person to help him even unwillingly; he was going to do this. Mitsuhide had an idea of the who and when but needed to gather more intel on the pair. Hideyoshi would never refuse

I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be. Their guards scrambled, trying to stop me. I narrowed my eyes before bringing my Kitsune mask to my face. Fear clouded their features at the sight of my mask. They knew what it meant. This wasn’t me, Hatake Yūri, heir of the clan, coming after their boss and second. No, this was Kitsune, a blood-thirsty fox spirit. “Stand down or perish.” I warned, unsheathing my blade ready.