Ichigo X Grimmjow Novels & Stories

Almost as if he knew the large Bronkark would result to using his strength in this battle. Tilk recovers from his miss quickly, but the Gaimo again predicts his next swing. This time the missed blow throws Tilk off his footing, and his opponent pounces. The Gaimo's hand strikes out like a cobra right into Tilk's adam's apple. Tilk gags, and the Gaimo kicks out his left knee. Tilk falls to his uninjured knee, and the Gaimo elbows the top of his head. Tilk falls back unconscious, and my mouth drops open as the Gaimo immediately looks toward my right. He approaches our area slowly, and when I glance over to figure out who he is looking at, my shock triples when I spot the blush on Xiu's cheeks.

Apparently, they are already down for the count because when Issei got drunk he becomes a total sex beast and does both of them wildly. Ramius who was able to for 7 round straight with him can only last 3 round because of how wild he was. And Riche down for the count at only 2 round... They both are inside their respective room because Gurigura carried them both after they fainted on the couch at the living room back then. Even now their body is still twitching once in a while, and they have an ahegao face while they were sleeping. Riche had it the worst because she finally gets her retribution for messing around with Issei during Gurigura capturing... She can't move a single muscle after th

"We’re out of our league, Lina. Ichiro operates completely outside the system. He has unlimited capital and ten thousand soldiers at his back." "He’s protecting his brother," Sophia muttered, her hands shaking. "He's protecting the syndicate's pride, you idiot," Dominic growled. "Kenji getting thrown in a cage was a slap in the face to Tokyo. Ichiro is coming to wipe the insult out with blood." Dominic countered coldly. "The Yamaguchi-gumi doesn't argue with lawyers. They erase the evidence, and then they butcher the authors. You think your little articles are going to stop a bullet?"

As he spoke, he gathered strength rapidly, his clothes fluttering with the force, and his blade turned as cold as ice, chilling the air in all directions causing even insects to fall dead to the ground. "Life and death together!" Ichiro roared as he descended like a meteor towards Kiran. Kiran remained standing, hands still behind his back. Ichiro's face twisted in humiliation, and the speed of his blade increased. Clang! The blade made a crisp sound. Ichiro saw that Kiran had raised his palm and released his internal force to stop his blade in mid-air. Stunned, Ichiro stared in disbelief. Clang! Ichiro's blade suddenly fractured into pieces that fell to the ground in a burst of white light.

She gripped my arm and pushed me away with a force that sent me flying to the wall. I could hear my bones break into many pieces as I slid off the wall, my head pounding as it had been slammed against the wall as well. I had not even opened my eyes when I heard Dice growl, followed by a high-pitched scream from her. He had stabbed her shoulders, both of them, and blood gushed from the openings like an open tap.

Miyamoto Ichiro climbed up from the ground awkwardly. He turned around and left quickly. In less than 20 seconds, he held a katana and looked at Yang Xiao viciously again. He said with a grim smile, "What a pig. Is this delicate beauty your wife? I'll cut you into pieces and play with this beauty in front of you later!" "If you have the guts, say it again!" Yang Xiao's face suddenly turned cold. A sense of gloom swept around, and the whole air seemed to be colder with Yang Xiao's anger.

I said with amusement. We circled each other, growling and snapping as we tried to gain the upper hand. "Come on, pup, show me what you've got," Grimmjaw taunted, his lips curling back in a snarl. I lunged forward, my teeth bared as I aimed for his throat. Grimmjaw was quick, though, and he dodged out of the way, snapping his own jaws at me. We continued to clash, each trying to gain the upper hand. "You're fast," Grimmjaw growled as he dodged another one of my attacks. "But not fast enough."

Grim stumbled back but never fell. Gathering himself, Grim raised his hand to strike me, but was stopped. Luca’s hand reached out and caught it. “I don’t think so.” Bring my leg up, it connected with his balls, making him double over. Luca grabbed the back of his head, smashing it against his knee. This time, Grim flew backwards, landing on some scattered concrete.

His head snapped to the side. Across the deck, barely obscured by shadows and starlight, Ichiro had Nune pinned against a beam, her legs locked around his waist, her dress bunched high, her laugh spilling out like smoke. Ichiro’s shirt was gone, his tattoos gleaming under the moon, and the look on his face was pure, savage pleasure. “You wanted a show?” Ichiro called, voice low and wicked, catching Aziel’s eye with an infuriating grin. “God, shut up and keep going,” Nune gasped, clawing at his back like she wanted him inside her deeper.

He fell to the ground, blood seeping into the dirt as he struggled to breathe. Ken’s roar of fury echoed through Alice’s mind. She watched as he tackled Ichiro to the ground, the two men grappling in a fierce fight for control. Ken’s strength was fading, though, his body weakened from exhaustion. As Ken hesitated, his eyes flicking toward Johnson’s lifeless body, Ichiro seized the moment. From his boot, Ichiro pulled a hidden knife. Without hesitation, he drove the blade into Ken’s side, again and again, until Ken collapsed, blood bubbling from his mouth. He was dead within moments.