Himawari Novels & Stories

He is our other half, and we are his,' the voice explains. This makes no sense! How is this even possible? I'm human and I'm hearing voices in my head—Oh God! I'm schitzo, aren't I? That has to be it, I think, finally coming to a stop at a stream running through the thick forest floor. The image of a white wolf reflects back at me, where my reflection should be. This can't be real, I think, completely in denial of what is right in front of me. 'It is very real, Amaris. You, we, are a wolf.'

sigaw ni Aria, pero napatigil siya nang makita ang gintong liwanag na lumalabas sa bata. ​Si Alexander ay hindi sumigaw. Siya ay humuni—isang mababa at matamis na tono na tila isang oyayi. Ang tunog na ito ay naging isang dambuhalang Harmony Wave. Lahat ng makinarya sa loob ng Olympus Mons ay biglang huminto. Ang mga gears ay tumigil sa pag-ikot. Ang mga anino ay naglaho. ​Maging ang Red Weaver ay napatigil, ang kanyang apat na staff ay nanginig at nabasag. "Ang... Original Frequency... Paanong ang isang sanggol ay nagtataglay ng kanta ng Creation?"

A single sheet of living fire lands on the kitchen table during breakfast, hovers, and unfolds itself into perfect kanji that translate in my head the second I look at them. To Seras Himuari Nakamura and her chosen court Kōjin, God of Flame, Hearth, and Kitchen Disasters, requests the honor of your presence Purpose: overdue family reunion + one legendary relic Bring: the sun-girl, the storm queen, the dragon, and whoever keeps stealing my sake Dress code: fireproof P.S. The Shogun Armor of Inferno has chosen its next bearer. It’s time. The paper burns away into cherry-blossom embers.

Alpha Carlo teased us, chuckling and making me blush more. Fortunately, the Luna came to the rescue. She elbowed Alpha Carlo and took over the conversation. "Don't mind him. He should have introduced me to you, not teased you." She smiled before extending her hand to me. "I'm Helena, the Luna of Crimson Howl. It's Amerie, right? Nice to finally meet you, Amerie. I hear a lot about you." The way she behaved reminded me of my mother. She was indeed the real Luna.

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.

“As both of you know, in the summer night sky, there are three prominent stars: Wega, Altair and Dhanab. Among easterners, the legendary weaver girl and cowherd symbolize Wega and Altair respectively, and their love story inspired the Star Festival. To us northerners though, the Milky Way looks like the vast blue sea and we see Toyotama-hime in Wega and Hoori in Altair.

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

**Healing Powers** The sun was just beginning to dip below the canopy of trees, casting a warm golden hue over the forest as Aria diligently gathered herbs. She loved this sacred space, filled with the earthy scent of moss and the calming sounds of rustling leaves. Suddenly, amidst the tranquil whispers of nature, a faint cry for help pierced through the air, shattering the peace and sending a jolt of concern through her body. Without a second thought, she dropped her carefully collected herbs and ran towards the sound, her heart pounding like a drum.

The girl’s name was Yuri Kirisawa, now Phantom XIII of the Hati elites. In Shinjuku, located in the Tokyo district of Japan, was the headquarters of Hati. The headquarters looked like any normal place of work – looking almost like an ordinary office building. But the members of Hati, as well as the top government officials of Japan who knew about Hati’s existence knew better; things are not always as they seemed.

She gazes back again at the horizon, looking at the stunning view. Hughes went beside her and placed his hands on his hips. He sighed. “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” “U-uhm, yes. It is.”, she replied meekly. “This place is called Kósmima. It’s a different world than the world we teleported in.”, he explained simply as he knew that if he told her everything, she wouldn’t be able to process it fully. “I…is this all a dream? Are you just a dream?”, she looked at him.