Itachi Son Novels & Stories

"Something... important." He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his broad chest. His face remained impassive, but I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. "I’m listening," he said, the words clipped and cold. I inhaled sharply, trying to find the strength to continue. My voice barely rose above a whisper. "I was sent here. On orders." Ryu’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing, waiting. "My father is Sir Harry," I confessed, each syllable tasting like ash on my tongue. "Alpha of Moon Hound Pack."

He chuckled and called out, "Nice try, but you missed. Night Owl, your moves are getting sharper by the minute!" Perched high in the tree, his black garb melding with the shadows, he was a ghost among the leaves. Only his eyes, sharp and bright, gave away his presence in the dark. This was no ordinary man; he was Akutagawa Miura, the Night Owl, a seasoned ninja of the Auton family. Years ago, he had been Elio's mentor, teaching him the art of the sword. Now, as he reappeared, he bowed deeply, his voice tinged with pride. "Master Rinz, you have grown even stronger in your craft!"

Tokyo, Japan – The Crimson Lotus Hidden Headquarters Renjiro Takahashi sat motionless on his cold throne, his lifeless eyes staring at the wall in front of him. In his hand, a small glass of sake, gripped tightly—but he didn’t even bother to take a sip. It had been six years since his son was murdered before his very eyes. Six years since he lost everything that mattered. Kei Takahashi had been his one true heir—the only hope for The Crimson Lotus. And Antonio had taken him away without hesitation, without mercy.

"Uncle Brown. It's me Akito." He ignored him, pounding about the steel. Heating, pounding it was kinda like a dangerous dance. "It's about your son, Kade." It's been forever since he heard about his children, now this Akito wish to tell him about his son. He stopped, good progress he got the attention of a mentally unstable man. Hopefully this is a good idea.

Even after Allen left the room, Aslan was stunned by what he had just witnessed. "What the fuck did I just see?" he muttered softly. "But who is he? Allen didn't explain anything." Aslan took his phone and sent Allen a message asking who the young man who had come to the hospital earlier was. Shortly after, Allen replied, explaining that the young man's name was Haruki Kanoichi. He was the second son of the Kanoichi family. Haruki Kanoichi was currently at Rosat headquarters for protection because the head of the Kanoichi family had been brutally attacked.

Why did it have to be him? Dylan Ashbourne, The Alpha’s son. “I felt it.” I murmur. “You felt it too. I know you did” “I did.” “Then why are you looking at me like that?” Dylan turned his face away from me and towards the crowd we were slowly drawing in. When he looked back at me his expression had settled into something decided. “Don’t.” His jaw tightened. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be” “You’re going to reject me?” I could hear the pain I was feeling in my voice as the reality of my situation dawned on me.

Rokurō even fucking bowed like the lapdog he is. “I don’t want to kill you, daughter.” Takashi sighed like this was some hardship for him as he drew his blade. “I am no daughter of yours. I renounce any and all ties to you, Takashi Hatake. And when I kill you, I will see your yakuza burn to the ground.” I declared.

The following morning the parents of the murdered child came to claim that Itarô should be given up to their vengeance; but it was too late, and all they could do was to bury their child and mourn for his loss. Itarô made his way to Gim in hot haste, and there found employment as a shop-boy; but soon tiring of that sort of life, and burning to become a soldier, he found means at last to enter the service of a certain Hatamoto called Sakurai Shôzayémon, and changed his name to Tsunéhei. Now, this Sakurai Shôzayémon had a son, called Shônosuké, a young man in his seventeenth year, who grew so fond of Tsunéhei that he took him with him wherever he went, and treated him in all ways as an equal.

“You may not know this, but Ito belongs to the head of the Six Schools of Martial Arts, the Tenzin Way. “He’s a direct descendant of the Tanaka family, and has been perfecting his swordsmanship since he was a child. “If it wasn’t for him joining Evermore, he would’ve been well-known as one of the top ten talents in the Island Nations.” “So he’s just some nobody,” Harvey said. He then glanced at Tenma. “My wife’s about to wake up because of you. I don’t want to disturb her. “That’s why I’ll give you a chance. Kneel, or I’ll cripple you.” ‘Kneel? Or be crippled?!’ Tenma and the others were boiling with anger. “Who do you think you are, you bastard?!” he snarled. “How dare you ask us to kneel?

The Luna sighed, picked the bracelet back up, and slid it on again, thoughtful. "Why haven't I heard about this? Which lucky wolf is it?" I pressed my lips together and gave his name. "Graham Lyall. Your second son." At that, the Luna sat up straight. She had two sons. The elder was Damien Lyall, who carried the Lycan bloodline and would be the next Alpha. The younger was Graham Lyall, solitary by nature and a formidable fighter.