Hiro Akiba Novels & Stories

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. 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.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

Aki (blue horns, quiet, wears librarian glasses even though he’s 7'4" and can bench-press a tank) is the accountant, DJ, and the one who actually keeps the place from exploding. Tonight (or whatever passes for tonight between dimensions), the bar is packed. Riku slams a sake cup the size of a helmet in front of a weeping storm giant. Riku: “Drink. Your ex-wife took the clouds in the divorce. We’ve all been there.” Aki is in the corner, quietly teaching a baby kraken how to pour drinks without inking the sake. The front door (which is literally a torii gate that screams when you step through) suddenly slams open.

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

Adaku continued, “and today you gave birth to three healthy boys. The first in the history of Ame. You are the first woman to bring forth three abominations. No offence.” “My children. God my flesh and blood” Ejima buried her nails in her hair as if that would comfort her. “My dear, I don’t know why these things are happening to you. But, I can sense a greater power at work in your life. Perhaps the finger of God.” “I am humbled by your words” Ejima whispered, turning her coppery eyes to the woman who before now had shown nothing but contempt and disgust. “You have said nothing kind to me before.”

"Since I thought you were just telling my side of life, how do you know?" I was shocked to hear that, I couldn't believe it. “That's impossible, it's just an imaginary story. It can't be the same as what you experienced. " "But this is the reality, I also lost the people I love. I felt like I was with him but she just disappeared from me. Do you feel the same way to me? " "Actually, who are you?" Smiling sarcastically, “Me? I am just an ordinary man who is given a little power, my name is Akira. "

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.