Horu Horu No Mi Novels & Stories

Stepping into the room, her eyes began to water as she stopped in her tracks. The main living room was beautifully decorated with round and heart-shaped balloons in different shades of pink and white. There were matching rose petals and scented candles on the floor, framed pictures of Vee and Brian in their cosy moments were put in different places in the living room.

"Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess." I groaned. "I swear it upon the Moon Goddess that I won't leave this spot. Satisfied now?" He stared at me for long moments, his beautiful blue eyes locked into mine, and then he nodded with satisfaction. "Alright. Wait here." I waited until he was safely in the forest, then turned the opposite way he'd gone. I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden.

"Five minutes. Combat next. Two to a group, ten minutes. Avoid the eyes." Avoid the eyes. A suggestion dressed as a rule, clearly not meant seriously, because these were twelve-year-olds who had never agreed on anything and were now being asked to show restraint in a controlled fight. "Hi." I looked up. A tall girl was crouching beside me, her breathing as wrecked as mine. Wide easy face. A bloody knuckle she didn't seem to notice. "Wanna do the next one together? I don't know anyone. And I promise I won't hit you in the face."

He gurgles in alarm. "I'm not a bitch," I say again, slowly so he can understand. "I'm a Luna." In a way it's true. Here in Loop City, I am my own Alpha and Luna. Then I look around and I see the wide staring eyes of the boy who reminded me of Didi is staring at me. His face is like a pale moon in the darkness. His expression is full of confusion and sorrow. I look at the panting, snivelling, crying, pants-wetting man-pup I hold pinned to me. His shoulder bleeds where my iron nails have pierced his skin.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“Very well. But first, I should know if I will be entertained enough to give you this chance, Haruna.” HE means the opposite. Foreshadowing the plan that HE had all this time and by which Haruna knew and more than. “You have my word, Supreme One.” “Very well, very well indeed.” HIS satisfied tone and answer. Smiling in a sinister way then snaps HIS finger, granting her, her wish. With the pentagram that only HE can make, in a split seconds Haruna’s images changes. All back to what she used and originally look like. “A mix of lavender and ember color of the flame. Your eyes that resembles the dawn with the flicker of the night. You can only hold on to that image and face for a day, nothing mo

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Ximena and I exchanged a glance. "Let's go," she said quickly. "We have to follow the process. If the system detects something abnormal, it'll reset everything… including our memories." When we returned to the main hall, those colorful, eerie puppets were already standing in a circle. A pale puppet stood in the center, holding two cups filled with blood. "Bride and groom, raise your cups." This time, when I looked at the two puppets seated at the head of the table, I finally noticed something strange.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.