Himawari Novels & Stories

Hikari can't talk with Yami through their thought but Yami can use that AI system to contact Hikari. Hikari says to Neu and Nimura to meet him at the location he told them to go. Hikari was taking a lot of time with his problem so he was thinking that maybe he can help them for now. so he can be useful for them. But he was hoping that they will not drive him away. But Hikari was so weird when Sabu-sama didn't say anything to them. But maybe because he was busy until he forgets about them. He didn't think about that anymore and just focus on what did they need to do.

She attempts to stab her, giving Ki only enough time to raise the mask tied to her arm to block the swift attack. Izanami: (Striking the mask dead on she spun the blade mid-swing causing it to operate like a drill and completely shatter the mask, mic and all.) "Ha! Now you di-" (She is suddenly blown backwards by a huge surge of energy coming from Kimora. Shining like the sun, Kimora's clothing begins to burn from solar heat and cosmic energy. This causes Izanami to reach for a kunai.)

She could feel the black soft soil under her feet tickling her as she stepped. She giggled as her eye met a bird, Her giggle was disputed by a cry, she gasps looking around walking in deep towards the cry of a deer. Her eyes fell upon one, wound by a thorn full branch, his antler stuck between the dry branches of dead bushes. She let out a gasp freezing on her feet as the pair of eyes stare back at her.

His eyes glinted. I saw home, myself and love in them. Author's Note A very hearty thank you to all my readers for loving and supporting the book throughout. Hiraeth will always have a special place in my life. -Shambhavi

Instantly, it reminded him of the woman he loved, the woman named Sakura, and his heart ached. “Mono no aware,” Haruka said, nodding. “You understand its meaning.” Sebastian opened his eyes. Before him, he saw his new tenant from Japan who, with her small family, had moved into this luxurious private apartment on the upper east side of Manhattan three months ago. Haruka, Sebastian thought, was one very traditional Japanese woman all right, for he had never seen her dressed in anything except a yukata. This one was very beautiful indeed, with purple and white flowers.

Himari’s POV. - There’s a massive hole that’s been carved to the outside as my feet struggle to firm their footing. As the daylight pours in and debris falls from above and hit the nearly completely deleted ground, my awing eyes continue to expand stupendously as I take in the beauty of these beings staring down at me.

The Kitsune's face grew somber. “ Yes. I heard what happened. You have my condolences. I can’t imagine losing my entire village. What are you called?” “ Digama Kronos,” he responded crisply, introducing his rank then name, the custom when first meeting someone from another village. What about you?” “Beta Arai. And my friend here, who hasn’t seemed to find her tongue, is known as Beta Thora.” The taller woman was glaring at Kronos. The energy emitting from her made the hair on the back of Kronos’ neck stand up. But there was something else, something his nose told him, aside from the scent of ice and pine the giants carried.

Today was the first day Green titled as Langit personal assistant, from this day up to the next six months she should be able to control her emotions through Langit, because he was now her boss. In the early morning, Green's getting ready, before going to the college she should text Langit to tell the man his agenda. With speedy typing, Green typed something on her phone and then placed it in her bag. Green saw a reflection of herself in front of the mirror, this morning she determined to be Green with renewed strength, leaving all her wound and pain at the smallest part of her heart, for the next life's experiences and learning. Her wide smile proved that she was ready to start the day,

An elderly woman stood wrapped in a dark wool coat. Long silver hair flowed in the mountain wind. One hand rested on a violin case. The other held a lantern. She slowly looked upward. Directly toward the satellite passing overhead. Then... To everyone's astonishment... She smiled. Almost as though she could see them watching. Aurora whispered, "Is that..." Isaac answered softly. "Emilia Varga." The elderly woman gently raised the lantern. Then lowered it three times. Pause. Raised it once. Pause. Raised it twice.

The room was thick with the intoxicating scent of Haru’s heat, a heady mix of pheromones that sent Jiro’s instincts into overdrive. Haru trembled beneath him, his slender frame wracked with unrelenting need, and Jiro’s control frayed at the edges as he fought to maintain even a semblance of composure. But it was no use—the primal urge to mark, to claim, to possess his omega completely overwhelmed him.