Ichigo Novels & Stories

“Well Sachi told me you’re no fraud, but just know I’ll want a demonstration later on” He nodded his head. “Good” and she stood up. Takashi’s eyes went wide, but he was subtle. No one seemed to notice, but Geiru was giving him a dirty look, and he could feel the anger radiating off her. But it wasn’t his fault. When the woman was just… “I’m Megumi Hirose leader of Phantom” she said rounding the table and in her hand was a gun. “What’s your name?” “Geiru”.

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

I do not recognise him. He closes the door behind him and comes to me. I keep staring at him, fisting my hands. Wish I could punch him. His eyes are icy blue and now I realize it was him who grabbed me first. Seriously, I did not like his touch at all. I just wanted to rip it off. I hate anyone else other than Nick touching me. Other people's touch suffocates me. He stands in front of me and then holds my chin. I jerk away my face and my jaw clenches.

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

There's a boy on the floor of the cave, he wears a white t-shirt and a black pants although most of his shirt already a scrap, the boy looks skinny and with a brown hair that reach his neck, his body bloodied because he just took out 8 of his evil pieces from his body because the corruption they cause to his body and he supposed to die because there's never a history of a reincarnated devil stay alive after they lose their evil pieces from their body. The boy name is Issei Hyodou the current host of the Sekiryuutei or known as The red dragon emperor or called Y Ddraig Gooch and he's also known as chichiryuutei (oppai dragon) because of his love of boobs.

“Kuzuryū Daimyōjin, if wounded, could grow back any of his nine heads and any of his appendages.” “The ocean lizard has regenerative abilities too,” Sasha replied rather enthusiastically. “And one of my Biology senseis has been keeping a certain type of jellyfish for over two years. It has the unique ability to rewind its life cycle, thereby achieving a sort of immortality.” “Judging by her family name, Henka, is Himiko a jōnin?” Temujin asked. “Yep,” Sasha said. “She was from one of the oldest and most elite jōnin families in the north.”

The man’s eyes met mine from under the hood and for the first time since I met him the first time, I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed how familiar he looked. “You really want to play this game against me, little wolf?” He asked, and I scoffed at his confidence. The man started something that he knows as well as he knows his name that he cannot finish. My eyes caught sight of Diego as he walked behind him, and it wasn’t until he pulled his hood off, revealing his face before I threw a knife at him, hitting his shoulder, that we both frowned when we saw who it was.

She opened the metal pin cemented into the floor to release the arm chains that held him flat to the floor and grunted as she pushed the large male onto his back. He was very tall and had to weigh at least two hundred sixty pounds or so. She tried hard not to gawk at his wide chest or the fact that he didn’t have on any clothes.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.