Homura Hime Novels & Stories

Amy smiled a little as she ran her slender fingers across Agent Hernandez’s chin. Agent Hernandez chuckled. “Yeah, that’s right. You call me Astro Boy because I’m a Counterfeiter. Technically, I’m half-human, because my mom was born human and an AI company called Life X Incorporated manufactured my dad. So I have a little human and machine DNA. I’m a half-breed Counterfeiter.” Agent Hernandez kept chuckling as he helped Amy remember who he was, along with other things.

I could only stare at her because not only was her intelligence mind-blowing, but that feeling I always had towards her was very strong, as usual, whenever she was close to me. And there was another thing as well. While she spoke she reminded me of Ashina. I could almost feel like Ashina was right there in the courtroom and she was the one talking. "Wow!" The elders exclaimed, looking impressed. "Who is this lady who just came out of nowhere and solved this big problem that has been upon us for weeks?" "She is my sla-" Gizmo was saying before Damon quickly stepped in, cutting him off. "She is a member of the royal household and a friend of mine," Damon said, throwing a glare at Gizmo.

Still holding her father’s head in her arms, she glanced up at the opened window and saw the gleaming silver moon hanging in the sky. Her heart pounded so loud, it's as if it started pumping blood through her veins. Amara looked at the full moon intently. She knew it was triggering something within her body as the heat she tried to ignore became more evident and uncontrollable. Out of the blue, a strong wind shoves another head that rolled on the floor towards her. When she glanced at it, her pupils dilated... It was from her beloved warrior.

It was the other man who made the suggestion, and both of them made a solemn oath to each other that they would never again discuss what happened that night. Before they eventually made their way home that night, they hurriedly dumped the corpses of Mr and Mrs Blair into the ocean and got rid of every piece of evidence that they could find before they did so... ****************** "A Luna has been reincarnated in two separate bodies, and her fate has been divided as a result of the curse that she carries. One will usher in an era of tranquility for the human race, while the second will usher in an era of calamity for her kind!"

Rori rolled his eyes as he drilled a hole towards a homunculus’ chest with just his mere hand and claws. Tori giggled as she unleashed her ember. With just a snap of her fingers the opponent in front of her engulfed in flames. But.. it did not dissipate, unlike what happened to our opponents. She tilted her head, wondering, “But they were already smoldered!” The moment she said that, the burned body of the homunculus collapsed into the ground. Its charcoal body seemed like it mocked all of us since its head faced in our direction. Without its eyes and while its jaws were wide open.

Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side. Annoyed, Kalli took the shirt. “Sorry, can you get the white instead?” “Okay.” Aiko opened the bag with her other hand and alternately clicked on phone and checked the bag. Aiko was ambushed and was killed on the spot. “Arrrrrggggghhh.” “Aiko, can you fill the glass for me?” Aiko stared at the pitcher on his side table. Kalli can still move even with the IV attached to him. How come he keeps on bugging her?

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

She let out a maniacal laugh and did a little twirl in the middle of the wreckage of the front wall. "Yes, but now you don't have that. What are you going to do?" Jenevive asked quietly, calmly. Avamarie stopped her victory dance and gave Jenevive a look of contempt obviously taking offense to her questioning her. "I have her," she pointed to me. "Her soul is pure enough for the Daemon to come through on." Horror pierced me again and I began to crawl backwards trying to get away. She gave another twinkling laugh and stopped me with a flick of her wrist.

"Sumire." She introduces herself to the woman, with a slight gulp. Zenia flashed a beaming smile. Her eyes, her lips, and her spirit all at once smiled at her. A flash of memory came back to her as Sumire remembered a nun in the orphanage. Mother Herathelle. The nun has the same gentle and motherly aura as Zenia. She was her closest friend and the youngest nun in the orphanage. Mother Herathelle and Zenia have the same dimple on the right cheek.