Itachi Supreme Novels & Stories

In the distance, on the first platform, The Old Black Demon looked at the master of the Earth Devil Mansion beside him strangely and slowly said, "You've made such a decision. You've forced this kid into a dead end!" The Earth Devil Mansion master's eyes narrowed. He looked in the direction of Zephyr Khan and said with a playful smile: "Is that so? I don't think so. This kid is more than that..." There was a hint of expectation in his voice! When Zephyr Khan returned to its original position, Vince Schmidt and the others greeted him with a look of astonishment. It was easy to doubt the strength of Vince Schmidt. As the strongest existence in Supreme Peak, his combat strength was extremely po

I asked. “Umm, it will suppress your urges.” Max haltingly said. “My urges? You don’t mean—no, absolutely not. I am an Alpha. Those are not the urges I need to be suppressing. I am also about to get married. What if this permanently damages my—my—urges.” I almost whispered the last word.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

"Kenji's older brother? The Chairman of the Yamaguchi-gumi?" "The guy is a butcher," Dominic said, his jaw tight. "He bypassed our perimeter hours ago and deployed military-grade black ops shooters. He just flattened my South district hub. Didn't even touch my men, Val. Just broke my toys to make a point." "He has unlimited cash," Valentina warned, her breath turning shallow. "You built a clean corporate empire, Dominic, but Ichiro is an executioner. He doesn't play by your rules." "He wants a war," Dominic growled. "My clean corporate fronts are folding under the pressure."

Lucius's POV: Darkness consumes everything, I, the son of a great Alpha fear it. I'm afraid I won't be able to control this urge to kill and satiate my blood lust so I cut myself to suppress it. It was born from a trauma that left my childhood scarred for life. I am Lucius Kingdred, son of the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Eldest among the three and the next heir to rule over it. But I wasn't confident. I fear the power, the responsibility, and most of all the instinct to pair with this so-called true mate.

I had always hated the name of our pack, thinking it was too bland. Atlas Andino emerged from his car, his usual friends in tow. I knew them all by name, noting how their styles of bullying differed. Atlas Andino, with his pale blonde hair and startling grey eyes. Shaina Adam's with her espresso skin and gorgeous sneer. Michelle Cario, with her long legs and thick accent. Duke Kentworth, with his football jersey and messy black hair. Dean Marsh, with his curly chocolate hair and sly smile.

I looked determined. David's eyes shone with unwavering loyalty, a reflection of the unbreakable bond we shared. "Count on me, Victor. I'll stand by Sandra's side, just as I stand by yours. We'll be the strongest superhumans in Crescentville and we would assume dominance in this city to the detriment of the Nosferatu vampires." He nodded at me. As the Toyota Tundra continued to race down the road, I was excited, and from the expression on his face, I could tell that David's mind teemed with excitement and anticipation for what lay ahead.

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

Fusae then pointed her finger at a wild man with a bulky, powerful build, a hairless face, messy blonde hair, and small blonde eyebrows. "That person is Rihito. He's the representative fighter of Yoshitake Real Estate. He's fairly famous on "Kengan Match" and he's also known as "The Superman," Fusae said. "Superman?" Monica raised his eyebrow. Fusae nodded and said, "Rihito is famous for his technique that is known as Razor Edge." She then pointed at her fingers and said, "Rihito's fingers are capable of tearing through flesh, bone, and even armor just like a razor."

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.