Inosuke Novels & Stories

Two of which he knew, looking rough and tattered and one, whom he didn't know, was bound tightly to a chair. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked in his baritone voice. Kai and Seiji felt chills run down their spine. Sunny Lee is not only a boxing champion but also a retired soldier. The man was a complete beast. Even bigger than Seiji. He had a bald head with two dark eyes that seem to peer right into your soul. His nose was crooked and he had a bushy greying mustache above thick lips. He was dressed in a three piece black suit which did nothing to hide those bulging muscles.

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

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.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

Splinters explode into the air, but in the middle of the chaos I hear a commanding Alpha roar I wasn’t expecting. “Stop the fucking fire! Patriarch Lorenzo, I’m Enzo Bianchi. Call off your men!” Finally, I can think with some clarity, and Alpha Bianchi’s pheromones hit my nose. “Leo, stand down!” I roar, and the clearing goes still again. I rise just enough over the logs and see him step out with his hands up, a peace signal. I scan the area. His men are sheltered inside, and I sense a few more hidden in the woods.

"Yes. He's our last option. If anyone can find Kelsey, it's him." Inishola. The name alone carried weight, a mixture of fear and respect. He was the leader of the Japanese mafia, a man known for his ruthlessness and his impeccable sense of honor. Inishola was a legend, both feared and admired in equal measure. He was tall and lean, with sharp features that made him look almost regal. His eyes were dark and piercing, the kind that seemed to look straight into your soul. He was always impeccably dressed, his suits tailored to perfection, a testament to his meticulous nature.

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

Sigurd said with a sneer, taking a step into the small hut. "Great. I'm starving." Brand stood and faced the man toe to toe. The warrior was only slightly larger than Brand himself, but he was bristling with weapons where all Brand had was his fists. Now was not the time to try to take him down, but the man needed to realize that Brand wasn't intimidated by him. In fact, he likely outranked him, being the brother of the Alpha, or what the humans would call the Chieftain. Or he had been before his brother's witch sent him to this godsforsaken place. Wherever, or whenever, it was.