Hori Masayuki Novels & Stories

The Masakis were rated 7. Last was the person who invited them all, Yamaguchi Kenji. He was tall and very good-looking. With chestnut brown hair, gelled back professionally. Dressed in a simple plain three piece black suit. He had on a doting expression as he seemed like he was gently trying to persuade the man in the face mask to do something. As Ryu and Tobio were getting closer, they could hear the conversation. "...you see that you've caught a cold on your first night in Tokyo. Yet, you still want to run around with Elder brother. You should stay at the hotel and rest okay. I will feel better knowing you're safe and sound"

MATTEO RODRIGUEZ Matteo Rodriguez has just gotten back from his morning exercise. His body dripped of sweat and smelt of fresh leaves and of woods. He marched straight to the fridge and grabbed a sachet of packaged blood. He tore it open with one bite and gulped the whole content at a go. He wheezed out air and hissed noisily with a squeezed face. There was nothing better than drinking human blood.

Solmyra said without turning to him. “Yes,” Maeron murmured. “And her mate draws near.” “Will you stop them?” Maeron didn’t answer right away. He closed his eyes and let the wind carry fragments of thoughts into him. He wasn’t born a man. He wasn’t even born a being. He was created, twisted from broken pieces of other warriors and creatures who had once worshipped the moon and bled for it. He didn’t fear pain. He didn’t fear war. But this time, something different tugged at his chest. He could sense the power inside Serena growing. A lunar blessing like hers was rare. Dangerous.

The two men that stood next to me on each side would notice in an instant. “ I would like to thank you for the wonderful challenge you have given me, little one.” He smiled sitting on the chair behind his desks. My memory of him, time must not have done him good. Not sure how old he was but now he looked as if he was in his early 60s. His hair is grey and his face has gained a few wrinkles. I don’t know if he does much training either because it looks like he’s gained some weight since the last time I saw him. They bonded my wrists together with a zip tie the moment I walked through the door. Tugging on my shirt at the bottom I try to fix it to where they can see him as well. He stares at me

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.

I said. “Any friend of Garren’s is a friend of ours,” Mildred said. Her black hair was pulled back into tight braids. Her skin was dark and free from any scars Her left ear pierced like Garren’s. Her grey eyes swirled with flakes of gold. “We look forward to tracking down Ryuu for you. So incredible that you got to meet her.” Hunter said. He was just as tall as Garren, but he wasn’t as built. His hair was completely shaved, and a tattoo of a dragon skull went up the side of his head. Scars painted his honey skin like tattoos. I noticed his left ear was also pierced. It must be some kind of form of honour once you are accepted as a warrior.