Himura Kenshin Novels & Stories

Kenji smiled mysteriously as he looked at Yuri, but he didn’t answer her question. “It is either kill or be killed,” he stated. “This is the reality of the harsh world that we now live in. That is the reality of life, Yuri. Power is everything.” Kenji glanced at Yuri. “You want to be stronger. Stronger than anyone else. You’re an amateur now, but you’ve got the spirit.” A strange glint entered Kenji’s eye as he looked at Yuri, and Yuri had a feeling that she is seeing Kenji Kirisawa the Phantom now. “The spirit of a killer.”

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

Instead, the ache between her thighs demanded something far more primal. The wooden door to the private garden slid open. Kenji entered — a 6’10” Black Japanese security specialist with a powerfully built frame honed by years of elite training. His dark skin glistened under the moonlight as he approached the edge of the onsen. Aiko rose slowly from the water, droplets cascading down her curves. “No gentleness tonight,” she whispered, voice already trembling with anticipation.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

Another stupid old man spoke. Wiping his voice from my ear with a finger, I cocked my head, giving the men behind me the order. Three of my men stepped towards the last elder who had dared to challenge me. Just when my men were about to lay their hands on the old man, Liam attacked, snapping the necks of my men. In seconds, my men were lifeless on the floor. Told you these bastards were just like their Alpha.

She tilted her head to ask the question, ”Driving,” he stated. “Come on, Akechi. One won’t be anything,” Masamune said. “Sorry, nope,” he said as he looked at her. “I have something besides me in the car. One would be too many.” “Lord, you are whipped,” Kenshin said. “And it’s only been a few days. I hate to think what you are like in a year.” “Whatever do you mean I am whipped?” Mitsuhide asked. “Look at you dote on her,” Shingen replied as if the conversation was boring him.

Yet he had stood before the throne without trembling. Even then, there had been something strange about him. Cassian continued. “He was originally a hunter. Raised among borderland mercenaries who specialized in killing demons.” “Interesting upbringing,” Vaelreth murmured. “Yes.” Cassian stopped pacing. “But what impressed the court most was his efficiency.” Vaelreth raised an eyebrow. “How many executions?” Cassian thought for a moment. “Three hundred and twelve.” The king’s lips curved slightly. “And never refused an order?”

’ Ram stood upping from the driving seat and walked towards the gate of craft. Lakshman released the vacuüm, and the gate opened with the single press on its red-coloured round-shaped switch. Lakshman also followed Ram and came out from the craft for observing the conversation. A very decent personality came out from the dark smoke generated through the fuel combustion. Person existed with a calm nature, wide black eyes, muscular torso, shining forehead, and hands folded in the position of bowing down. ‘Gentleman, who are you?’ The person asked Ram very politely.

Hikari didn't know who is that person so Sabu-sama introduced to him that person. Sabu-sama standing beside that person and he started talking "This is Aniliast. He is a person who will beat all of you. If you don't believe it. Then why don't you try it out?" Hikari then tells Sabu-sama that he shouldn't look down at the others. So he then asks Sabu-sama again about what kind of competition that they're going to do. Then Sabu-sama gives a kendo sword to Aniliast and he says to Hikari that maybe he will be alright without a weapon. Akaru didn't think that it was fair. So he gives Hikari something like a baton. But since Hikari was only trained to use Sword, Gun and knife he was not sure if Hi

He spoke, his voice low and rough. Nathaniel was a silent human. He didn't like to talk. He was one of the people whose silence was comforting yet a bit scary. Even at the age of twenty-five, his aura was frightening to those who were strangers to him. The black ink on both of his muscular arms gave him a bad boyish look, specially with the nose piercing he had. Humming, I urged him to go on, as I wiped the blood off his chest. “Our boxer had almost killed their boss, Deus. They came to get revenge. They’ll probably look for them everywhere.” He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead.