Irina Shidou Novels & Stories

A long scar crossed her throat. The same place Kiyomi’s knife had touched mine. Kiyomi saw it. “That is not you.” The woman smiled. “Which one?” Her voice entered the chamber without opening the door. I stepped closer. “Who are you?” She placed one hand over the scar. “A memory with nowhere to die.” Shigure lowered his sword. “Astraya.” The woman’s gaze moved to him. “Executioner.” Something passed between them. Recognition. Hatred. Renji cursed under his breath.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

The computer was neatly fixed in the middle and many more that I usually used whenever people asked for their bills and if they pay for a take-out. "Oh, come on! As if you don't know," my brows furrowed and looked at her on my right side. Shida was half-japanese and half-spanish. Her brunette hair was swaying elegantly every time she walks or nod her head. She has thick eyebrows that I usually fixed in our break time, a kissable lips that was complimenting her slim high pointed nose and sharp jaw. Despite her looking like a princess, she has a small face causing her to look more of a doll rather than the latter.

I looked at the Alpha and frowned. "So which name are we supposed to call you, Alpha?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Layton. Arachne is the only one who can call me Henry." I nodded with a frown when he said Arachne. The womans name was Emiko, unless she also went by Arachne. "So are you attending the festival, Gamma Channing?" "I am the Moon Oracle, and I hate that festival." I growled at him as I stepped back. "I must be going."

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

Ashina – He shifted back into human form midair with his right fist out, ready to throw a punch at Cadma. For a moment, I was in a slight state of shock after seeing that move for the first time. Andor and Cadma were frozen instantly when I yelled “Freeze!”

Her thick fur, a seamless blend of obsidian and smokey grey, shifted with each graceful movement, as if the night itself draped around her. But it was her eyes that held the true enchantment—twin amethysts glowing with an inner fire, deep pools of wisdom and untamed spirit. They gleamed like fragments of a twilight sky, holding secrets whispered only to the wind. Ah, I never knew that she could turn me into a poet, but I guessed that was what true love made you do. As a Gamma, Esther was the perfect balance between strength and strategy; a silent storm capable of turning into a tempest in an instant. Her flexible yet powerful frame moved with effortless precision, each step a dance of calcul

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

Irina was climbing back through the transparent hole. She put firmly her foot one by one in Deandra’s bedroom. Her face was sour and she was sulking. She was never be in this worse of mood. Deandra stepped back. As the hole diminished, her conscious came. She blinked, then her eyes normal again. “Miss Irina?” Narrowing her eyes for a second at Deandra, making sure that she was free from any form of her mother’s influence. Irina closed her eyes, she forced herself to stay in control.

They love me as if I’m their own. When I was younger, Ishir used to find me when I’d go hide and cry alone. He would walk up to me in his tiger form, wrap himself around me, and begin purring until I calmed down and fell asleep. Zephyr is much the same. She’s one of the most kind and gentle women I’ve ever met. I know she suffered, we all know what happened to her when Cal was in the laboratory, and then when she realized that Iniko was alive. When you live like we do, you don’t have any secrets. Well, unless you’re Iniko. He seems to be the only one who doesn’t know what his life was like before he was reborn.