Novel & Cerita Himura Kenshin

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

“Chris. He’s the most silent member….doesn’t socialize, doesn’t relate with anyone and usually wears a face cap or head warmer” “Hmm” “Avoid this one the most though, he uses a katana” “Huhhhh?!”, I almost jumped. “How does he carry it around? This isn’t anime??” “He wears a kimono around so he’s pretty hard to miss…. There was really no information about him but I know he has a horrible fashion sense” “I know rightttt?!… kimono with a head warmer? Who does that?!” “I actually meant Nike Air Force with a kimono, but that works too…”

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

The male figure nods his head proudly and says- “Human. Are you aware those legends apply in real time too? Take a look and tell me what you would call me?” Akihiko glances over the male figure’s body and says- “You’re a yokai… Fenrir, the…” and before he could complete his sentence the male interrupts and says loudly, “Yes! I am Fenrir, the Silv…” and Akihiko continues regardless, “… dog!” There is a brief moment of silence in the hallway and then Fenrir the male figure leans into Akihiko’s face and says- “I’ll kill you if you compare me to that inferior creature.”

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

And this bastard raised her to be a killer, and I’ll never forgive him for that. The man scoffed, slowly rising from his seat, coming closer to the cell door. “And who the hell are you, boy? I don’t remember seeing you last night.” Takashi narrowed his eyes at me. “I am Konishi Hibiki. The one that tipped my captain off on your location.” I smiled.

My heart couldn’t stop racing and soon, the scent grew stronger and I began to feel electric waves running through my veins, causing me to shiver. “Why isn’t it stopping?!” I grumbled in frustration. “Jessica?” His manly voice filled my ears like pleasant music, causing my knees to wobble. “Your name is Jessica, isn’t it?” He asked again. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head to see Alpha Kilhan standing right in front of me. He was dressed in all-black tailored suits and pants. His eyes pierced through my mask, staring right into my soul. I could hardly compose the words I wanted to say. His stare and aura made me blank in a way I disliked.

The Blood General, who appeared relaxed, sat in his chair. Mo Huo calmly explained the information he had obtained about Long Chen’s identity. Though it was somewhat unclear, everything that had happened was explained in detail by Mo Huo to the Blood General. From what Mo Huo had explained, the Blood General, or demon king, laughed in his seat. His guess was correct, though there was no clear evidence to support it.

His green shirt was like jade, and his black hair was like a waterfall. The morning sun in the east sprinkled the fiery red light on him. He looked as if covered with a layer of red armor. His long black hair fluttered in the wind. This extremely handsome man was not any other but Ding Hao, the Saber and Sword Addict.

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.