Jujutsu Kaisen Enemy Novels & Stories

"Don't tell me you did this to take revenge for those times when I beat your brother?" "D-don't tell me..." My voice started stuttering as I realized I had slept with my enemy, who had come to take revenge on me, to play with my feelings and then make a joke in front of everyone. I shivered as the truth sank in. I thudded on the floor, my heart pounding. Quickly, I put on my clothes and ran out of the room. The face that used to give me hope, the face I used to admire without a second thought, had come to seek revenge. I still found it hard to believe.

Darius's POV My dad didn't look very pleased when he arrived from the meeting, but he didn't say a word. I woke up the next morning, and headed to the training ground with Josh. The training ground was mostly filled with teenagers training to be enforcers. Mark, the head enforcer was absent, so Josh's dad Andrew was in charge of training. He assigned Josh and I to train two groups. Josh was exceptionally good with knives, while I was good at martial arts.

There was an intense energy within. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Joaqim shouted, "My technique is a lower ultimate god rank technique, Explosive Fists, and I've trained it to the first stage. Even those from holy grade clans know to respect me! You're just a brat from a third-grade world, yet you speak so arrogantly! It's time for you to experience how big the world is, brat!" Joaqim clenched his fists tightly as he activated his true energy and charged at Fane. His fists contained explosive energy, and the flames were charging at Fane quickly.

He howled and told his backstory, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk. I’m an elder from Gokudo Soshiki, Kenji Miyagi, and am Ono Yohei’s master.” Ono Yohei? Alex thought for a moment before he finally remembered the name. Wasn’t that the guy with the bead that allowed him to have extremely high mental power? He hummed and then asked, “Why have you come to America? Did you come here to avenge your disciple?” Kenji had no desire for revenge anymore, he only gave a bitter smile without a sound.

Kaela felt the energy shift around her just before the first scout stepped wrong and snapped a branch. One of the Blackteeth turned. Ronan didn’t wait. He launched first—silent, fast, brutal. Chaos erupted. Kaela drew her dagger and ducked low as two of them came charging. One lunged too fast. She rolled under his swing and slashed upward. The silver edge caught flesh. He screamed, staggered. Another hand grabbed her from behind. She twisted, slammed her elbow back into his ribs, and drove her knee between his legs. He dropped like a stone.

For a moment, Jade stood there, frustration rising. "If cheap hits are all you got to stay relevant...try it again, I dare you." Jade said. Santamario scoffed, stepping closer. "Back off, man" Jade warned. But it was too late. Santamario pulled his arm back and swung his tightened, heavy fist. Jade ducked just in time. He missed the punch. Suddenly... A fist came out from nowhere, fast. It connected with Santamario's jaw and he staggered back. The arena exploded with chaos.

"He isn't doing this to punish you." "No?" "No." "Could've fooled me." Jaxon leaned back. "He thinks someone's coming." The statement lingered between them. Ivy's pulse quickened despite herself. "Someone?" "You know exactly who." Richard. Melvin. Maybe both. The names hung unspoken in the air. Jaxon rubbed a hand across his jaw. "He's preparing for a war." The words should have frightened her. Instead, they made her suspicious. Because wars required enemies. And she was no longer sure who the enemy was.

Rosa met James in a restaurant that he owned and because she was dressed in a shaggy clothing he thought she was an employee in one of his lowest restaurants. They had an argument and they resented each other after that day. James thought Rosa was a lowlife and also arrogant and Rosa thought James was just a rich jerk. They cross paths again in the most unbelievable way possible. Curious about their story? Find out in My Enemy is My Lover.

The moment I stepped inside, something felt…wrong. The air carried an unfamiliar scent, faint but unmistakable. A stranger. I moved quickly, my instincts sharpening as I approached Queen Luna’s chamber. The door was ajar—a detail so small it might have gone unnoticed. But I noticed. And then, I saw him. A shadowed figure loomed over my mother’s sleeping form, dagger raised high. I didn’t think. I reacted. With a snarl, I lunged, slamming into him before the blade could strike. The impact sent us both crashing to the ground, his weapon clattering against the stone floor.