Inumaki Novels & Stories

Camellia walks with Morana toward Nova, then she hugs her and whispers something before walking over to me again. Morana steps into the center of the circle, and I stand close by, ready to offer my support. Camellia is next to me, her hand in mine, her presence a calming force. Nova stands at the edge, her hands raised as she chants softly, invoking the Goddess’s power. “Morana, focus on my voice,” Nova instructs, her tone firm. “You are safe. We are with you.” Morana closes her eyes, her body trembling slightly. I can feel the tension radiating off her, and I step closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’ve got this, ‘Rana. We’re right here.”

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.

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

The girl’s name was Yuri Kirisawa, now Phantom XIII of the Hati elites. In Shinjuku, located in the Tokyo district of Japan, was the headquarters of Hati. The headquarters looked like any normal place of work – looking almost like an ordinary office building. But the members of Hati, as well as the top government officials of Japan who knew about Hati’s existence knew better; things are not always as they seemed.

My decision was final. A maid, nor a human will never be my luna. "Get me a glass of water." I barked at her before exiting the kitchen. Serving the new Alpha: Mia: The packhouse was filled with people assembled in different corners conversing, with the majority of the females, both young and old, giggling. With the way the females were dressed, one would think they were gathered for a college frat party. But that wasn't the case. Luna Emilia's son, Giovanni was returning home from the US where he'd gone to study and he was next in line to become Alpha of the Blackwood pack after the death of his father. The entire pack members were gathered to welcome him.

“Oh, but I have gotten some information on the ninjas. Have you heard of the ancient Japanese organization, Gokudo Soshiki? “This is their logo.” She took her phone out and showed him a picture. It was a picture of a ball of flames. Alex took a look and narrowed his eyes, he felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

Alfi said in disgust. “Of course not!” They both exclaimed irritated. There’s a red Ribo who looks like a cute little girl stands beside Koji. “Onii-chan I’m shy. My... Name... Is... Kacino.” She said shy. “You sick Pedophile,” Alfi said. “Shut up you sick pervert!” Koji exclaimed irritated. “Well, we have summoned our Ribos, and I’ll divide us into 2 groups.” He added. “Why?” Herman asked.

“In that case, Rena, meet my best friend Uma. Uma, Rena.” Uma also had hair like Yoké, bushy and upright. He had strong facial features and was much darker than Yoké. His eyebrows were also bushy but did not touch like Yoké's. “Can you also speak English?” I asked Uma. He scratched in his bushy hair and smiled at me shyly and said... “I'm the only one who can speak English in this village. I told you that.” Yoké leaned against the wall of the well and said. “And today you look like a true Toko.”

************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* 1-04-2113 (11:00 pm Kyoto: Original City, Japan) ************************************************* Isuzu Kai-Mikumi hated Japan. Well no, she hated her home, not so much the country. The country had never wronged her. As far as she was aware, she’d lived a relatively blessed life, good friends, and a good neighborhood. She was treated relatively well, and on certain days she had the love of a man; biologically her father.

"Arthur told me to expect you." To Megan's uttermost surprise, the man looked to be in his late fifties; presumably the only one in the entire building who was. He was bald, African- she guessed West African from his accent- and quite muscularly sound for his age. He radiated power and authority just like Arthur did and for a second, the fear she had felt at the latter's sight came flooding back to her and she cowered a little. "Who are you?" she asked. "Dennis Ahmad," he replied, extending a handshake. "I'm the Director of UNCADTAR's paramilitary response's division. Or as I like to call it, Olympus."