Hitman Reborn Tsuna Novels & Stories

Marcus moved with a fluid, defensive rhythm, his submachine gun keeping the secondary rank of the garrison pinned behind the stone lanterns of the courtyard. Ren Tanaka fought beside them, his short curved sword a blur of gold light that clashed against the iron naginatas with a constant, rhythmic static. He was bleeding from a shallow cut on his left cheek, his nylon bomber jacket torn to shreds, but his gold Alpha eyes were wild with the manic joy of a rebel who had finally found a cause worth dying for. He parried a vertical strike from a Kurogane captain, his steel blade sliding along the iron shaft before he pivoted and drove his point through the captain’s throat armor, the man collaps

I asked again when he didn't respond. “You don't need to be worried, I know a lot of things that you aren't aware of. All you need to do is follow me and you'll be able to get your revenge, you will be with your mate” he said with a smirk on his face, and he left leaving me lost in thoughts.

“I’d like to speak with you.” The aging guard, his salt-and-pepper hair and the cragged scar across his cheek betraying years of dedicated service, merely said, “I’m busy.” I tapped the pin that was now proudly on display on the front of my blouse. “Too busy for your Luna?” Ciel hesitated, his steps faltering slightly as he saw the pin. I may not have had the black, clean-cut uniform that he and those under his command wore, but the pin alone gave me even more power than all of his subordinates combined.

“By the way, are you aware that the Takahashi brothers are a split reincarnation of Nurarihyon?” I push away from him and look at him incredulously. “What?! How is that possible? They don’t have any scent on them but human!” I ask, bewildered at the thought. Itsamu seems so sweet; how could he possibly be a yokai leader? Itsuki, I am more inclined to believe since he exudes a dangerous aura, yes but not Itsamu! I wonder if my sisters know this; I doubt they would tell me their husband’s secrets, not that it’s any of my business knowing anyway.

Yukito said looking at the henchman who is tied up. “Thanks Yuki-ni.” Kazuha said, looking at her school uniform before putting it back on. She then touched the bloodstain cut on it. He even evaded my senses. What kinds of martial arts can even evade my speed? She thought. “That guy is an assassin. And not just any assassin. He’s a Sagemaker.” Xianliang said. “Sagemaker?” Kazuha said.

He stood behind Minho, watching as his son destroyed the room, raging and cursing like a wild animal. Mr Shima was a tall, strict man. Even though he was over 40 years old, he looked like he was in his early 30s with rich brown hair, tanned skin and deep-set brown eyes. The Shimas were a family of assassins and Shima Haruto was the current heir who was a disappointment to the family. Especially after murdering people, getting caught and being wanted by the government. "Good evening, sir" Minho quickly greeted with a respectful bow.

I couldn’t help but giggle as I looked up at the crowned and commanding figure who was still so clearly Don. His eyes immediately softened. “Hello, my Luna.” The way he said it—the low, sure tone, the unbearable shamelessness—went through me with a calm that nothing else could. He drew me into his embrace, pulling me close as if the whole auditorium didn’t exist. I breathed in his smell, pine and steel and something that was purely his, and felt my frantic thoughts slow. In his embrace, the world was always right.

A moment later, I reached up and touched his face without even thinking. He immediately held my hand tightly. "Carla, please… Don't make me go through that again. I really can't lose you one more time. So, please…" Listening to Zack, I was stunned. What did he mean by losing me again? Could it be that he had been reborn as well?

"You can still pull back before it's too late, so do you still intend to push things to a point of no return, Zachary?" Zachary took a step back, then gave a curt, formal gesture to the security guards. "I'm merely acting according to policy, so I have nothing to feel remorseful about, Serenity." Juliana followed closely, her face a mask of sanctimonious pity. "Mr. Smith was generous enough to offer refuge to you, a relative from the countryside, Ms. Warner. How could you repay his benevolence in such a manner? How disheartening!" In the meantime, the onlookers—both neighbors and colleagues from the factory—gathered to watch the scene, openly pointing fingers and gossiping.

“Luna, I asked you a question. Are you pregnant?” She nodded in response and said, “Indeed, Alpha. I am pregnant with your baby.” Alpha Marcus chuckled at her response and slapped her again. “I can forgive you for sleeping with my friend, Nadine, but I can’t allow his bastard to become my heir!” Then, his anger consumed him before he unleashed a deadly punch on her. She winced in pain as he kept punching her stomach as if he wanted the baby to die inside. With tears in her eyes, she begged him to stop, but he kept attacking her.