Inosuke Aoi Novels & Stories

Joker asked putting his sharp knife and dagger on its holder insides of his coats. Wearing his signature cloak and mask, a short memory occurred to Aoi… A woman full of blood was on his embrace, why looking at the girl in front of him holding a sword, “Why did you kill them, Crimson Blade?” Surrounds with a freezing atmosphere, Aoi responded, “It was such a nasty memory that I don’t want to tell you, but I regret things before, that’s why I’m joining your organization.”

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

“I will never hurt Haru. He’s mine, and I will protect him with everything I have. You have my word.” Kenji met his gaze one last time, his usual playful grin replaced by a serious expression. “Good. I hope you mean it, Jiro. Because we’ll be watching.” Aoi gave him a brief nod before turning toward the door. “We’ll hold you to that,” she said, her tone lighter but still carrying the weight of her promise. Mitsuki didn’t say anything more but simply walked toward the door, her calm presence a stark contrast to the tension in the room.

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything

Pisces asked, “How strong is Kazuo?” Ryosuke said, “He is very strong. It can be said that he is the pinnacle of the ninja world. Besides, he has five masters as his subordinates. They are Sky Dog, Nine Tails, Rock Field, Water Snake, and Sea Turtle. Each of them is super powerful. If they join hands for an assassination, it will…” Halfway through, Ryosuke was startled, and he turned to look at the window. “What’s wrong?” Pisces asked.

I released a louder voice and it echoed down the wide hallways. The lightning made me blink and a sudden appearance of a guy wearing all white came in front of my eyes. I can never forget his green eyes glowing in every lightning struck. It will forever be forged inside my head. His light brown curly hair is perfectly matching his chiseled jaws. He is wearing white sleeves folded to his elbow with two buttons open. “Don’t be afraid, I mean no harm,” he said with a calming voice. I’m just 14 and he is much taller than me. He walked towards me making me get a more vivid view of his beardless face. His hand landed on my head patting it very softly.

(Obviously) More Information: Notorious assassin, ninja, and the founder of Azoukawa Credo in Japan. No photos of her. "Is this all you get? Looks like you’re really getting rusty, huh? What happen to the Orcus I know?” I sigh looking at the piece of paper. He didn’t say anything. “It does, as you say, help a little.” I consoled.

Young master Part16 "Hello ...." a smirk at the door. Khan who saw the arrival of Roberto Mose, immediately bowed respectfully. "My lord...." Khan said. All eyes turned to Roberto, and the businessmen who came to the Khan Tones show, of course, recognized the man very well. "Young master Mose, welcome welcome." Mike Tones shook the man's hand. "It's an honor, my lord, to have you come to our little party," continued Mike Tones.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Black combat boots stepped out onto the snow; with each step he took, the snow crunched under his feet, leaving behind large footprints. The general inclined his head in submission when the man came to stand in front of him. "Alpha Orion," he bowed in greeting. "Was that the last of them?" the Alpha asked in a gruff tone, nodding towards the trucks. "Yes, Alpha," the general replied quickly, folding his hands behind his back. The Alpha hummed and nodded. He gripped the small silk scarf he'd been clutching and brought it to his nose; taking a long inhale, he shut his eyes. Cold grey eyes snapped open, a growl rumbling from his chest.