Hiroki Mori Novels & Stories

“Alpha Kilhan, this is much bigger than we thought. We are dealing with a great enemy here. For him to have gotten this report concealed, then he is a man of power and influence, greater than we imagined.” “I don’t care if he’s a god! I’ll find him and I’ll kill him.” I uttered with gritted teeth. “The first record, have you found out who owned the account?” I further asked, raising my head to look at him. “Yes, the account had the name Tima Maria. The money was withdrawn immediately the account was credited, and I also found out it was the first and last money to get into this account. It was closed immediately after the withdrawal.” “And did you find this Tima Maria?” I further inquired an

VAMPIRE CLAN HIDEOUT LUCAS In a large long room, a man is standing behind the window, both hands slipped into the pockets of the black pants he wore. He is 6’2 tall, chiseled hard face. His name is Lucas, the leader of the vampire clan. A century old but still very handsome. A lady vampire leapt up behind him, almost in a sneaky manner. Her fangs shot out and her eyes changed colors but as she made to lean in towards Lucas, he dodged to his right, swiftly turned and caught her by her neck.

I asked, crossing my arms against my chest leaning my butt against the desk. “ Yes actually, there were a couple of hunters spotted a few miles from here. So tonight if we stay by the border we might be able to catch one. And the ‘king’ guy has gone into hiding, there hasn’t been any activity when it comes to him.” Hearing this wasn’t good nor bad news that I wanted to hear. We could catch one of these hunters but like she explained they are highly dangerous. On the other hand it will be really helpful, if we do we have to be very careful. And this alpha going into hiding sucks even more because that's makes it harder to know when he's next move is going to happen.

“May I know your name?” He looked at me with a slight surprise in his eyes. "I’m Mizuki Ishikawa." “Mizuki?” I asked him. “So, that means you are Japanese.” “Why? Do I look Korean to you?” He smirked. “Well, surprise. Because I am not.” I smiled as his name lingered on my lips, “Mizuki.”

She adds, “You should focus on protecting your pack and making it stronger. Let’s let sleeping dogs lie, let’s not have this discussion ever again.” “Yeah. Thanks, Mom. Goodbye.” I end the call before she can say anything else. She has said enough. She’s so quick to end the conversation. Else, she would have known that I didn’t call her to ask about my father. I called her to ask about Justin. If Justin is truly my mate, I need to know if I will be a good husband and mate to her, as Justin is a human. Tori has a dormant wolf. She has siren power.

“Here is the report the General gave… ‘Ito Akihiko is beyond your wildest expectations. Has already experienced death once. Has taken out a nest of A-grade Akaname with only one support.’” “And who is this support?” “Sir the general said that it’s a mercenary who goes by the name of Yasuhiro Ritsu.” On hearing the name one of the figures who were sitting in their chairs gets up enraged- “Kill him… This is an order. If he is not dealt with immediately, he could prove to be quite the problem.” “Yes sir. He has also mentioned a very confidential piece of info in his report… ‘Wukong has arisen from his slumber.’”

It was so contagious, that K felt a warm smile creeping up on the corners of her lips, too. "Levi's my best friend," Jesse shared, standing in front of K and handing over the beer bottle to her. "We're big fans of The Smiths," he explained, picking up the bobblehead from his desk. He turned it over and pointed his index finger on the bottom of the base stand. K rested her behind against the desk, and leaned forward to read the message on the base stand. "Levi had Steven Morrissey sign this for me, about three or four years ago." Jesse stated with pride.

Shaking his head, he let out a sigh and said, “Christian? Guess what, you’re with us.” “Are you serious?” Christian asked, stepping over to join them. “As serious as a stake through the heart,” Aaron assured him. “Ward, this is Christian....” “Henry,” he supplied. “Christian Henry.” “Nice to meet you. Do you happen to know where we can find Morris?” “Yes, he’s that bowling-ball-shaped fellow standing over there,” Christian noted. “Perfect,” Ward acknowledged. “He’s also our Healer.” “Really?” Christian questioned. “Interesting.”

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.