Itadori X Sukuna Novels & Stories

The dark patches between the rooms made it seem eerie and didn't help calm me at all. A loud scream tore through the hallway and I booked it back out just in time to see Ms. Suzy darting around the corner with abject terror on her face. She kept glancing behind her as if something was following her. Half a second later, a soul eater came skidding around the corner with its black eyes never leaving its target.

I stared at Alonso, and it only took me two seconds to snap him out of his trance. I told him by mental link. “Don’t move. Keep your eyes open, love.” The Viking god turned his icy gaze in my direction and said, “Don’t you know who you are, Suicune? Don’t you know who I am?” I shook my head in denial. He frowned and looked at the triad who were silently watching us and shouted at them, “What the fuck did you do to my soulmate?” Hecate said, “She is not your soulmate if she doesn’t recognize you. What the fuck are you doing here, Sokaris? Don’t humans die these days?”

But the group all stopped in their tracks as a single man otherwise known as Mizuki Itou stood blocking their way, armed with a pair of silver hand daggers, a nonchalant look on his face. “My apologies,” said Mizuki, not really sounding sorry at all. “But the members of Hati aren’t here today. And neither are the Phantoms. If you people are still looking for a fight, then I’ll be your opponent.” Mizuki smirked as the group before him tensed, and he spun the daggers in between his fingers. “I might be a little rusty in combat because I’m kind of out of practice, but you’ll still do well to not underestimate a former member of the Phantoms!” He pointed one of his daggers at the group, a danger

I have prepared a new plan for you," said Yondaime. "Fine father, I understand," Romeo answered. *** Near midnight, while we were sleeping. "Sucita, I call you. Come with me Sucita! "Said someone whispering Sucita. Then Sucita woke up and left the room. I feel like my friend Sucita woke up and went out of the room. Then I followed Sucita who left. He walked towards Yorin's house. When he arrived at Yorin's porch, he was welcomed by Yorin and Aksara.

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

It was also the reason why he didn't mind having a closer relationship with both of them. Monica looked at Usa and had to admit that this guy was better than Sorata since, unlike Sorata, this guy had never gotten angry toward the heroines, but well, similar to Sorata, this guy used a weapon known as "Yasashi (kindness)" to get the heroine too, but unlike Sorata, Usa was a truly good boy.

I will remember this. The sentinels were so happy that they approached Sushi but they couldn't get too close because they were still afraid of Sushi. He is a necromancer after all. So I ran to Sushi and hugged him. His black fur is soft as I hug him. "You're amazing." Congratulations to Sushi. I've only seen Sushi fight like this. He's deadly. It was thee who is not commanded, my own mistress. Without your command, I cannot function.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

In his past life, he and Risa had stayed at this same seaside inn—registered under fake names as a “married couple.” “Takuto and…” Mr. Fujita opened the slip. “Satou Risa!” Snap. Takuto broke the pen in his hand. Satou Risa from Class A—the girl with the same name, same face as his lover from a past life—was standing there with her luggage, smiling at him. “Let’s get along!” “I object!” Takuto blurted out. “A boy and girl can’t share a room!” Mr. Fujita blinked. “Huh? But Satou is a boy.”