Izumi Shinichi Novels & Stories

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

There was no one there. The voice repeated – “Chief Tador…. Agent Shirley… What happened to you? Detective Ackermann….” Tador could swear that he recognized the voice, but he couldn’t remember whom the voice belonged to. “Agent Shirley…?” He whispered and squinted his eyes. He could swear he knew that name too, yet he just couldn’t recall who the name belonged to. “Agent Shirley….? Shirley….?” He kept whispering to himself. Trying everything he could to remember something. “Shirley- Shirley…. Ange... Angelus. Shirley Angelus-Mortiz!.... Ackermann!” He had finally had it right. He had finally remembered a name; at least he felt so. It didn’t take too long for the image to appear in his head.

VICTORIA “It's not our Luna Nera. It has to be that illegal clone they’re making!” His duty as Patriarch snapped back into place, and that moment was over. He paced the room as he spoke to someone on the other end. From his tone, I think it was Nino. “Get everything ready. Yeah... yeah, I’m going out there myself. This can’t get out. We need to clear it up right now,” he finished, hung up, and strode toward me in a hurry.

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.

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

I couldn't deny the fact she was a fantastic dancer. “Hey, Omegas,” I saw a huge hand resting over Daisy’s shoulders from behind. At that same moment, I felt a huge hand also on my shoulder. Daisy and I turned in unison to look at who it was, and my eyes widened in shock. It was the beast Gamma. He held a smirk on his lips as he rested his heavy hands across our shoulders. He stood between us. Daisy tried to dart away but he held her by the neck of her uniform and pulled her back. “Too late, wavy hair,” he said.

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

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!"

In his investigation, he followed the clues, the place where he acted, literally indicated the field of action, in the midst of a last attack, it took more than a week in which at least eleven people disappeared in the last few months. So Tsuki was negotiating with some of his partners and investors, as to the executives of a rival company, about a partnership. Present moment... A few hours before heading back to the west. Akimitsu was a scientist, above all, he was a vampire as such, being immortal and having claws, as well as being an expert fighter.