Joker Akira Novels & Stories

Jephta sighed. “Work on not getting scammed first,” Blue added, and everyone cracked up as expected. “Somebody buy me a rope.” Jephta cried. “He can't buy it himself because he might get scammed again,” Kieran said, and the laughs even got louder. “So, did we get anything on Akira?” I asked. “Any familiar faces? Anyone look at your face for a little too long?” “Erm… no.” They said, one after the other, shaking their heads calmly.

Khora interrupted her “The moon goddess said so.” “Oh…” Akira gasped. “Exactly, but that news is the least of the horrors he committed. He started a war, broke through to the human realms and took you from me. Your beloved alpha killed you!” “I don't believe you.” Akira said as she stood slowly to her feet, her legs felt alive again, “I'm leaving, I won't sit here and watch you lie to my face.” She turned and walked on with no idea of where she was going. She just wanted to be far away.

Kids at school would tease him, and he would tell other kids that I was really just wearing dentures, that mine was even worse. That’s where my annoyance with him started, which I still carry to this day. Dad got up, and Louelle immediately chased after him. There were even a few times when he almost fell, I can just really laugh. When Papa and Louelle were in the river already, Mama and I talked, I mean with the little girl. “Mom, do you hate me because of my skin color and red hair? Because I am different?” Mama sighed heavily, and then she smiled at the young Aricka.

“Ye’ve crossed blades with Zaterra, th’ drifter. Wild Card o’ th’ Seven Seas.” Aki wondered. He definitely looked the part. He sported dreadlocks, long side burns, a single hoop earring, a goatee and a vest without a shirt. Aki recalled where she had first encountered him. She had grabbed him by the foot earlier and taken him for a spin before dropping him in the sea. Apparently, he managed to climb back on board. “I’ve a penchant fer rum, cards ’n port revelry.” “Nobody asked for your profile,” Aki said. She rapidly made the hand seal of Jin the Inner Bonds to perform Chounouryokujutsu (Thought-listening). Her eyes flashed white with energy.

"Don't you understand, he means nothing to me, I want the power, he is not part of our plans, forget him, or I will make him disappear, I know you think you have a choice here, but you don't, I am your worst instinct, I am what you want, and he only spoils our plans, I let you have him so that our strength will grow, just for that, but don't doubt that the moment we don't need him, I won't hesitate to kill him. "You wouldn't dare in our mate; I won't allow it," I said, ready to defend Jackson from myself. Akira lunged at me and bit my arm just a little before my hand, leaving a mark that burned like it was burning me. "That will remind you who is in charge; you will do as I say," Akira said,

*I’m going to lure them into that rocky terrain. *Are you insane?* Akira snapped back in fury. “I mean, it's not a question anymore—you definitely are insane! But that's dangerous! We don't know what lurks there, and we’re barely hanging on!” *Again, we barely have options,” I retorted. “If I can surprise them by shifting into my human form to squeeze into that narrow space, I’ll have a better chance of taking at least one down.* Akira hesitated, then conceded. *Fine then, but be careful about it. If they catch us off guard, we won't get a second chance!*

"That family is so contaminated, have you forgotten that we can smell them from a distance before you even get in a jump through that window." Jokes old dad. If Akira were here, he wouldn't make jokes. He would still be working on his spear project and maintaining his disguise as a sullen father. Both the old mother and the old father took on the mission of caring for the child who fell from the sky to fulfill the prophecy, we all know her, except Akira. She claims to be so intelligent, but has she never wondered why she is so different from the rest of us? Even a blind man could see that she is not the daughter of the old mother and father. And I don't even mean the wild spirit magic they c

Aki (blue horns, quiet, wears librarian glasses even though he’s 7'4" and can bench-press a tank) is the accountant, DJ, and the one who actually keeps the place from exploding. Tonight (or whatever passes for tonight between dimensions), the bar is packed. Riku slams a sake cup the size of a helmet in front of a weeping storm giant. Riku: “Drink. Your ex-wife took the clouds in the divorce. We’ve all been there.” Aki is in the corner, quietly teaching a baby kraken how to pour drinks without inking the sake. The front door (which is literally a torii gate that screams when you step through) suddenly slams open.

I lifted one eye brow to him. “Is that enough for you Alpha?” I asked. I shouldn’t be so snarky, but this story was hard to tell and my deflection always turned into anger now. He laughed without humour, “Why should I believe anything you’ve said?” He leans back, fucking smiles and crosses his arms. My eyes widen and fear strikes, I’ve seen that look before. I stifle the fear down as quickly as I can but he saw it. I can’t let what happened to me happen again. “I’m risking my life being here. I told you what happened to the last pack I tried to join. They fucking tortured me. And your kind puts a whole different meaning to torture,” I explain my voice almost cracking, almost. He leans forwar

“Maybe you’ll last longer than I thought.” The horn sounded again—another pause, another breath. The crowd shrieked in madness. Blood slicked the sand, mine mixing with theirs. Dante limped, fury burning bright in his wolf-eyes. Selene bled but stood. And Akira… Akira finally raised his sword. His voice was soft, but it cut across the din like steel: “You are stubborn, Jude. That will kill you.” He stepped forward, calm as death itself. The horn still rang in my ears as Akira stepped forward, his shadow long in the crimson sand. He moved like no one else—measured, deliberate. Not with Dante’s reckless fury, not with Selene’s venomous dance. He didn’t rush. He didn’t posture.