Homura Hime Novels & Stories

said Ival to Juvia. Juvia smiled demonically, she was happy to heard that even the Ival the brainless man, had a good idea with her. “alright! Let’s make a deal, I will give you my full support to exterminate the Vanlimz family. I will call out one of my forbidden weapon to help you for killing those trash family!” said Juvia to him. Then Juvia called Honey bone the number one famous assassin in the world. This killer is well known as a savage killer woman. Juvia knew that Honey Bone killing skills is accurate.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

Elder Merkus and Elder Dante were deep in conversation, their voices low as they discussed the evening's meeting. Suddenly, Merkus stopped mid-sentence. His eyes widened, and he nearly stumbled back. "Gods..." Dante whispered, his face turning ghostly pale. Lying in the center of the hall was a young woman. Her white silk dress was shredded, soaked through with dark, spreading crimson. It was Sora, the only daughter of Elder Ramesh, the most powerful and senior member of the High Council. Her eyes were still open, staring vacantly at the ceiling. She was clearly gone.

“Hasn’t anyone taught you to watch where you’re going?” Lying on the floor, dazed and trying to blink the stars from her eyes— Sakura Hoshino is pulled up by the front of her cleaning uniform. As her legs dangle above the ground, she comes face-to-face with a pair of heterochromic eyes— one black, and one a deep shade of purple. “Or were you just trying to get my attention, darling?”. It can’t be— Aronohai Misa?. Fuck. This day has to be fucking cursed!.

And then— She pulls a ring from her finger. The magic shatters. Her face ripples like disturbed water. The features melt, distort— And reform. Not Elira. One of the females from Camille’s faction. A decoy. The chamber erupts into shouts. “It’s not her!” someone yells. Lina freezes just long enough for fury to blaze across her face. “Where is she?” she hisses. The female laughs through bloodied lips. “Your too late.” Lina knocks her unconscious. Behind me, chains are breaking.

she pretty much screamed making me deaf in one ear while pulling me into a bone breaking hug. Standing in my closet looking at us in the mirror with Lily straightening out her light pink dress completed with her tan skin, hugging her curves perfectly. With her platinum blonde hair with slight curls in it. Being the future Luna of Opal moon she has to look gorgeous because her father still thinks she needs to find her mate.

The growling halted after a minute, and flash memories started playing in my mind. A beautiful woman runs down the white-painted stairs, looking behind her and smiling at someone. She giggled as the man hugged her from behind and carried her until they reached the large room with a tall lamp near the side table and a huge couch. The sweet smell of the room gives delight to my senses. It is like a familiar place for me. Abruptly, the area turned into darkness, and on the balcony, a different man with a moon tattoo on his wrist tried to kiss the woman. She screamed in pain and jumped on the railings, and her head hit on the large rock.

It was crowded and tense and Selene could practically taste the violence brewing in the air. “So,” Kira said brightly, perched on the edge of the desk. “Who wants to explain how a dark witch plans to corrupt a sacred bond without, you know, actually explaining it in a way that’ll give us all nightmares?” “I’ll give it a shot,” one of the younger witches offered. She had red hair piled on top of her head and freckles that made her look about sixteen. “I’m Iris, by the way.”

The red eyes slowly faded into jet black. Those handsome eyes are indeed very similar to the figure of the Gumiho in him. The two of them started to crouch down to follow Nevan's style as he fell under the corner of the table. “You really are a Gumiho?” "Or are you really a Gumiho?" Bellona threw two questions at herself, trying to tame her beast soul. In a moment an instinct weakened from the gentle touch. It was as if he couldn't hurt Bellona with even his long claws. Acting as if hurting himself and could hurt his head.

Her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but she stopped herself. Hunter. It clicked. She had feelings for him. How had I missed that? And my mind jumped into bothering about all the wrong things. “Beta,” Viktor said in a low voice, gesturing toward the door. “We need to move.” Gaia’s voice was quieter now, almost reluctant. “Do you know who might be sick?” But I already knew. “From the direction they’re heading... probably someone in the dungeon.” “A rogue then.” ——— Gaia’s fingers lightly traced the delicate petals of a flower. “This one,” she said, her voice soft, “is called the Lumina Petal. It only blooms under the full moon. But it’s fragile. Too much touch and it’ll wither.”