Hitman Reborn Tsuna Novels & Stories

The sight was gory, with their guts spilling out and eyeballs missing. "You mean it's not the Lucianos?" Someone asked Wade. "Cameras caught a glimpse of one of them. Kurayami Tachibana. The Yakuza. He's an assassin as far as the rumors say," "Shit, an assassin? He doesn't even bother to hide in the dark. What kind of assassin is this?" Mark skimmed through the files. It was obvious that everyone was scared to take on an assassin. Not to mention that he was one of the top.

“The quartermaster is named Kosano. I believe Sasha fought him and managed to drop him overboard. He wields a pair of tonfas because he used to be martial arts police. He became corrupt and decided to give up his marshal’s star for gold. Now he runs most of the slave trade operations in the south. He’s from there and an earth Slayer. He’s dark-skinned, wears a bandana on his head and, if you look closely, you’ll find he’s missing a pinky…” Temujin had heard of the ritual of yubitsume among the gangs. A Slayer’s little finger was especially important in gripping the hilt of a sword so it was an ideal body part to take away as punishment. “… he lost that when he was a cop and went against the

"You're okay, I guess." The rest of the ride was quiet. When the car stopped, I stormed out. After I slammed the door, I heard him call my name. I turned, confused, and saw Daniel's face half-hidden in the shadows. He spoke softly. "The truth is, it wasn't Jeffrey who comforted you back then. It was me. Jeffrey poisoned Bobby and killed him." I felt like I had been hit by lightning and just stared at him. "Why should I believe you?" "The white frangipani flower, remember?"

Up close, the bond felt like a live current. It snapped and coiled between them, humming beneath skin and bone. “You could have stayed hidden,” he said quietly enough that only she would hear. “Built strength. Waited.” “I did build strength.” Her eyes did not waver. “You look at me like I am the villain of your rebirth.” “Were you not?” The question struck harder than accusation. His jaw flexed. “I trusted the evidence.” “You trusted convenience.” A flicker of something passed through him. Pain.

I murmured against his chest, he slowly raised his hands and rubbed my back slowly. “I love you more,” He replied to me, I just stood there in his arms deeply inhaling his cologne to calm my nerves, this is my comfort place, Damon is my comfort place. **** Later that night … “I trust you more than the allegations, just make this disappear fast,” Mr Cassano said to Damon on the phone, I was seated on the bed with my legs underneath me texting Collin, while Damon was seated by the study desk by the corner in a room. I slowly looked up to him where he was seated talking to his newest investor.

Werewolves were so emotional. - Are you suggesting there will be more chances to talk?- Katherine asked, surprised by his statement. - I don't think it is going to happen. - I am sure you were not expecting to save a vampire's life today, yet here we are. - The man said, giggling again. ~ As for someone who almost died, he seemed to be very relaxed. ~ Lucy said in Katherine's mind. - Would you like me to let you bleed out?- She asked him. - No, I definitely prefer it like that. - He replied, touching his healed skin. There were still slight marks on places where bullets entered his body, but they would be gone soon. - I am Greg, by the way, and you are?

He simply lifts one hand— —and Riker collapsed as if pulled by invisible wires. Not killed. Not unconscious. Pinned. Like a bug under a thumb. Elias watched carefully. “That’s not supernatural. It’s tech. Adrastus-grade.” Julius muttered, “You say that as if it makes it less terrifying…” Sheraphina’s voice trembled as she speaks to the man. “Don’t kill him.” Everyone froze. Even the warehouse seemed to blink in confusion. Sheraphina stepped forward, placing herself between the assassin and the captive criminal.

Nixon arches an eyebrow, chipping away at some wood he found, "You can tell?" Seth points to his hip, then motions to the Japanese man, Nixon nods in affirmation, "Yeah, I'm Japanese," The man shakes the katana on his hip, wearing a black military uniform with white lining, the symbol of a hawk on his right breast. "Tsukiyama Matsumoto," He bows, "Nice to meet you two." "Seth Alpheus Hunt." "Nixon Driver." "You two can call me Tsuki." He bows once again. Seth cracks his neck, "You speak good English, were you born here?"

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

. He fought to free himself, but couldn't do anything. That masked man smashed him on the ground again and again. Tsashi felt like every bone of his body was broken. He was shedding blood all around. "Time to go, he'll be here soon," muttered the masked man before he tossed Tsashi in the air. Before Tsashi could fall to the ground, a voice came. It was the assassin's voice. "Roaring Tiger Fist." A fist landed on Tsashi's chest, making him fly off like a broken kite smashing on tree after tree, before finally landing on the ground. His pulse and breathing had stopped. The assassin checked his body before smiling. "Mission accomplished," The assassin muttered, but suddenly his face ch