Jean X Mikasa Novels & Stories

Both Xenon and Chris' bodyguards stood aside and watched cautiously. There was only limited space in the room, and even if the bodyguards wanted to help, they couldn't squeeze in. There were a few times when Miya felt fists flying right next to her cheek, and her heart was racing fast, frightened. Miya had learned how good Xenon was, and she was very impressed, but little did she expect Chris, who seemed so calm and elegant, to be another Kong Fu master. Hugging Miya with one arm, Xenon wasn't as swift as Chris, and suddenly, Chris threw a fierce punch towards Xenon. Miya screamed and held up her palms, intending to block Chris's punch.

It attacked the empty air all over the arena constantly, forming sharks and swordfish that jump from its surface to attack the empty air. "I made you a promise, did I not?" the voice traveled on the wind and into her ear once again. "Yes," she broke out into a beautiful smile, "and you've kept it, so I think I might have to give you a reward." Suddenly a cool breeze blew past and stopped in front of Megan as it solidified into Xasha who was wearing a black sleeveless shit and green leather pants covered in runes.

However, I can’t help but stare at the woman. Jean. The only Jean I know of is Jean Sanguinite, an ancestor of mine who lived, coincidentally, at the same time as Lucian. Jean was a strategist and the leader of the Nelo Clan. There is no portrait of her in the clan’s archives. In fact, it seems like someone deliberately wiped out all evidence of her existence. But stories cannot be erased. Jean is considered nothing short of a saint in vampire culture. She swooped in and outsmarted the wolves, securing a favorable outcome for our kind and preventing more blood from being shed. Even the most arrogant of vampires respect her name. It never made any sense to me why there is no portrait of her.

My head stayed lowered as I wiped my face desperately. Then suddenly— Bam. I crashed into something hard. A strong arm instantly wrapped around my waist before I could hit the ground. My breath caught sharply. Warm fingers tightened against my side. Slowly, I lifted my tear-filled eyes and froze. Alpha Xander Marco stared down at me. The most feared Alpha in the entire world. The monster who erased entire packs with out mercy. The same Lucian feared more than death itself. His dark eyes locked onto mine with dangerous intensity while his grip on my waist slowly tightened.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

She looked confused at Mason before seeing Micah on the other side. "Oh, god," Xenia gasped. "There are two of you." “We’re not the same!” Both Mason and Micah said, giving each other a look before turning back to Xenia. She tried to take a step away, only for her knees to give out. They both rushed to her side, and Mason caught her before she hit the ground. "I've never met someone who faints as much as her,” Mason grumbled. "You would do the same if you were constantly fighting for your life," Micah said, caressing the side of Xenia's face.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

But it never came. But the sudden silence that fell over the fighting grounds was scarier. Slowly, she opened her eyes, to see two figures standing over her. It was Layla, breathing heavily with wide, panicked eyes. And Xavier. He had her hands in a lock, glaring down at her. Jimin closed his eyes briefly, thanking the moon goddess for the sudden appearance of the Alpha. That fighting technique was only known by the murdered Alpha King’s family, so only Xavier could directly neutralize it.

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.