Iyo Isagi Novels & Stories

Takamatsu saw Yinito speak as she tried to wipe Isekai's tears, he had pick the little girl four years ago from a pile of corpse just after his wife died. "am I really being a bad father , Takamatsu can't help asking himself as he looked at Isekai's eye, he has always felt like he is looking at Asuka when ever he looks at Isekai's eye, Isekai eye was exactly the replica of his mother's own, his pupil was a bit brownish with something like a fire wheel on them.

Ivara's POV A shiver ran through me as I stood there. I found myself stepping back from the horrifying scene unfolding in the yard. One step, two, three — and then a hand on my back, stopping me from colliding with whoever was behind me. “Easy, Snow White.” A familiar voice spoke. I turned quickly. It was Isagi, standing there with one hand tucked into his pocket. While Xlynor wrapped himself in everything dark, Isagi seemed to favor white. What a sharp contrast between them.

¶¶ Am I inconsequential to it all, a random, forgettable moment in your delicate, pastel existence? ~ John Casey ¶¶ As Loveth commenced pulling Olabisi's hair, heading towards the door, Nneka ran to grab a hold of her arm, which she dug her teeth into. "Yay! a aja ni yi girl (this girl is a dog o)!" Loveth exclaimed in Yoruba, rescuing her arm after Isabelle ran to pull Nneka away.

“What legend?” “It is nothing.” Yeye Omo shook her head. “She- no, I’m not allowed to speak on it.” The shackles binding Kudaisi disappeared as Yeye Omo turned away from him. She stopped before Iya Agba, pointing the Áse at her injured right shoulder and hand, chanting. “It’s okay,” Iya Agba hisseed through clenched teeth as Kudaisi growl at Yeye Omo, hearing her groan of pain.