Inosuke Novels & Stories

It had long reached the state where both sides were fighting each other to death. Simultaneously, in the deck of a large ship. A white-haired man in a samurai uniform, two swords hanging from his waist, and clogs on his feet, stood at the bow of the ship. He was staring at the battle on the opposite deck with unblinking eyes. His eyes were tracing the movement of a man on the deck. That man was none other than Ash. “Kenzo-Kun, the most outstanding disciple of your Harusame family, Maru Harusame, died in the hands of that man.”

And right now, I hope I won’t be killed alongside my father, when the reason for running my tongue was to save his life from the beast; Alpha Leonardo. Alpha Leonardo moved a little further in me, his hand grabbed my jaws as he pressed into them with his sharp claws. His face contorted into a scowl. “I can see you have quite a keen tongue. It will be my honor to slash it in little pieces,” he flung my face to the side, and my neck snapped. “Bring the fool over here, and cut off his hand for stealing my money,” Alpha Leonardo ordered. And his men in black suits suddenly descended on my father.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

Tomi Hideki: The Prankster "Number four, Tomi Hideki – the 'Man with Many Pranks'," she read, her eyebrows shooting up. "He's half Filipino, half Japanese, and the second son of the Hideki Clan, a Mafia boss in Japan. He's the Strategy Head of Knights Advertising, with a mind that's always plotting and scheming." She chuckled, a shiver running down her spine. "He loves to prank people, and it's all fun and games for him. But a Mafia boss's son? Yikes! What if I do something he doesn't like? He might send me to Japan and chop off my fingers!" She clutched her hands to her chest, a wave of fear washing over her. "He's handsome, with those piercing black eyes, but I'm not risking my life for a

He had a buzz cut that amplified his stern and stoic expression; his presence felt sharp and strong. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand as he looked at Wesley. Without saying anything, he waved at his men behind him. The man with the bleeding head, whose white karate uniform was stained with blood, came out and bowed at the young man. He then pointed at Wesley and said grudgingly, “Jiro, these are the bastard Arcadians who beat me up! This guy even smashed a bottle on my head! He even insulted our people!” Jiro Sakamoto, the man in the black uniform, drained the cup of whiskey with a cock of his head and then scoffed. “Interesting. I didn’t expect us Ryokanians to be bullied at Bronze Spa

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Andrius headed to Noir’s garage. “Wolf King!” A strong man came out and knelt in front of Andrius, looking excited. “I’ve finally found you!” He was the old friend that Noir mentioned. Noir chuckled. “Surprised?” “Quite.” Andrius smiled when he saw the man. The man was a high-ranking officer of the Western Frontline, Andrius’ right-hand man, Severus Sano, nicknamed the Serpent.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.