Hiei X Kurama Novels & Stories

Her hair was wavy and black and she was very beautiful. My body was weird to me. The upper half of my body was slightly curvy but not too much and once you got to my waist my legs were kind of small and I was very short and petite for my age. I had only b cup-sized boobs and my butt was average. I had brown hair that was extra long, freckles littering the area under my eyes and all over my nose and I often wore my circular glasses which I could barely see without. Last was Amber-Rose. Amber was a beautiful caramel colour and her hair was curly, dark brown and long going almost down to her waist. Amber is pretty and sweet and dresses smart yet casual, the perfect mix of femininity and beauty.

Brodie, who had been silent for a while now, spat out his cider. “So you mean for the main it's like a weird p**n show, then he gets to fuck her afterwards just to remind those of the Harem that they are below him. And he's the boss even in that bedroom.” “Basically, yes, but in Luna’s Harem bedroom, the Divine Chamber is a specialised suite there is the Alpha chair where he watches from a circular bed and bunk beds in a side room for when the main is away and the Luna is in heat four males are picked by the main to mate with her and they can’t stand in the main bed afterwards that aren’t equals even once the main rituals are done the Alpha and Luna stay in the main bed over night the Harem

- Kurayami snarled between taking his lips, slamming in and out of him, between thrusts, strong overwhelming and deep. - Who's in charge, Tsuki Miki? – Questioned the new god. - You. - Said Tsuki Miki, while Kurayami fucked him, he came with each thrust in and out, Tsuki Miki once more. Tsuki Miki was the first to come, Kurayami, was a sex god, managed, in less than fifteen minutes to make him come, in a space, between tightening his walls around Kurayami's cock, which made him come.

We are in a place where a battle is happening or I don't know what kind of war it is because the werewolves and which I assumes are vampires not even hurting each other and they seems like in some kind of friendly battle, that's really unusual to be honest because as far as I know, werewolf and vampire are mortal enemies. "Jesus Christ! All I want is to see Ceres, not some blood sucking machine or a big ass dog having a battle!" Jiroo blurted out frustratingly and we all turned to Hera. "I'm sorry, let's all go back inside and–." Hera was cut off when she turned around and we saw two kids standing behind us and there's this little girl who really looks like Hera and she was looking at the la

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

“All members of the Hiyasha-to dress the same. They wear a Slayer uniform that’s similar to what Chief Reijo wore in Blarjokull, with two large panels down the front, but instead of blue and white, the colors are red and black. They also wear hoods and their mempos cover their entire faces. Because the cultists are all red Slayers, their masks depict the snout and fierce teeth of a dragon. “The Yami Tennō is said to be very wealthy and very proficient with his element. Strangely, no one has witnessed the full extent of his fighting skills. It’s also rumored that he keeps a sleeve arrow, a small brass tube that can fire arrows; lethal up to thirty paces.

But she wasn’t out of the doorway when she heard a familiar voice from the shadows speaking to her. “You want to train to be a soldier, do you? To defeat the dragon?” She turned, her eyes cutting through the darkness. She knew who it was before he even stepped into the light, before she even saw his face. When he stepped into the beam of light coming in from the hallway, she locked eyes with him, and her head nodded up and down. “I will train you,” he said. She almost laughed, almost chuckled in his face. But then, she realized he meant it, and while she had always hated him, if anyone other than Xaver Cross could train her to kill the dragon, it was him.

“Oh! I’m sorry, honey! I’m borrowing her body for the meantime. You see, Zhemier is not his self. That means we can’t force ourselves in and we need a host.” Mizuko jerked her face towards Kenshi, in her eyes was a burning flame. “What did you do to Roya?” “Woah!” Kenshi raised his hands, a lopsided smirk on his face. “I didn’t do anything to her. She was already like that when I woke up and she’s no Roya, she’s Hikari.” “Hikari?” “Yes, dear. Your mother was my previous master until she decided to give me to Zhemier, a demon prince who compared me to the ugly dark crystal Yami.”

Since this was Ieasu Detogana, from the galaxy of Mikawa, anyway, when Gihideyoshi the last king in my path when I killed him, was leaving no resistance in my path for me to have free access to this path and to this galaxy. - Anyway. – Kurayami said. “I will take you to my trophy room later to see the power sources. - He said. - Besides, you want to make clones and monsters, even soldiers, I will give you the right formula, you will have Luna by your side. – Kurayami said. - You knew of a part of the forge and the fountain. – Kurayami said. – What did you think to find out, besides the location? - Kurayami questioned.

She told him. “I know.” Hierro nodded in agreement. Yuria then left. But, suddenly, she stopped and turned, planning to ask him one more question she just remembered. That is, how exactly the moon goddess would help them in fighting against the witch. She didn’t know that this turn of hers would be the most unforgettable memory of her life, for she saw Hierro, who was now seated on his chair, has eyes that are glowing with silver light and his short hair that was raven-black has now turned silver.