Hiro Mashima Novels & Stories

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.

Max didn’t think he could lie if his life depended on it. It seemed Samantha had broken his will as well in many ways. Though he was trying to cover up his emotions, they would shine through at times that should they were real. Max thought of his friend and trainer in the army. Mitsuhide Akechi. The man was a legend in many circles, but he was one of the best shooters in the entire military, but he also had a way of knowing if someone was lying. Though Max was also really good at knowing that he wished the other man was here to just check.

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

he said cheekily as he tied the cord that held the britches around his waist. Astrid smirked back at him, seemingly completely unaffected. "Close your mouth, Dóttir. There is no longer anything to see." But her mother was wrong. There was a lot to see. Acres of muscles across his chest and abdomen. The broad shoulders that wielded the giant longsword with such ease. Even his forearms bulged with muscle as he tied up his pants. The tattoo of a howling wolf on his left shoulder that covered part of his chest fascinated her as well. Wait. Did the lines just move? Was the sight and scent of him causing her to hallucinate. Ulfhild tore her eyes away and took two steps back when all she really wan

Her palm brushed the air and the silver thread lashed out, a single bright strand wrapping around the shadow’s arm and yanking it back. Mara spun, arrow nocked. “Got you,” she hissed and let it fly. The arrow grazed the attacker’s shoulder; he yelped and stumbled, cloak slipping. For an instant Ava saw his face: a young man with pale eyes, lips set in a grim line. Not a random assassin — someone from the Moot. He hissed something in a language she didn’t know and jerked free of the strand, bolting into the mist. The other two, still groggy, crawled after him. Within seconds the three shadows had melted back beyond the neutral ring, swallowed by smoke and silence.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

For all I know, he’s probably fattening me up for the slaughter. Yes, I am paranoid. So what? “Why would I hate you, sir?”. Miyamura opens his mouth to speak— but then gets cut off. “As much as I am very interested in whatever this is…”. Aronohai Misa walks in, followed by Eiji, Riko, and— Is that Yukimura Aito? Yukimura Aito? As in the older brother to that crazy female, Yukimura Rei?. To think that if I didn’t search him up then, I would have been stumped right now.

KEISHA was exercising and training for an hour now when her phone made a sound. She controlled her breathing and drank some water. She opened the message and it read as follows, "The cooking jar was empty. I have to take out the trash too." Her eyebrows raised, realizing it was Shadow. They formulated their own code words using normal conversation sentences in case they needed to do this in secret. The message decodes, "I miss you. I want to kill him now." Looks like someone is running out of patience.

Hideyoshi A Series Preface: This series is about each warlord and Mitsuhide plots and plans to dose each one, though the stories intersect at places they are stand-alone stories. (primarily MC/Princess in not sleeping or other things with EVERY warlord.) Mitsuhide knew that Hideyoshi would never let his guard down around him. If he offered him the last glass of water on the planet, Hideyoshi would throw it to the ground. This was not going to be as easy as dosing anyone else. He would have to find the right time and person to help him even unwillingly; he was going to do this. Mitsuhide had an idea of the who and when but needed to gather more intel on the pair. Hideyoshi would never refuse

“She begged for you to pretend to be his boyfriend… “But I’m different. “If you know the person I hate… “You’d be the one begging instead.” Harvey clicked his tongue. “I don’t know about that. I’m not the type to beg.” “That person belongs to the Tsuchimikado family. He was an exchange student from Kyoto University. “His name is Abe Masato. “Not only is he currently the brightest new star of the Island Nations’ political field and the youngest advisor there is, but it’s said that he’s also one of the most outstanding onmyojis of his family.