Kaguya Novels & Stories

Jesse's eyes darted across the room. A dark-haired girl on the other side of the floor caught his attention. She was swaying, almost worshipping, surrendering to the enchanting melody. It was as if she was trapped in her own world, caught in a binding spell. She was holding her beer bottle way up in the air, eyes closed. Her lashes looked like thick, dark curved lines from afar. Her radiant light olive skin glowed in the dim yellow lights of the Castello. She looked spectral, ethereal, like a dream.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

The same dream same again with the black and white wolf but this time another wolf knocked it away from me, beautiful brown fur with strands that seemed to sparkle gold in the moon light. "Chica it's time to wake up." The honey smooth voice whispered. I opened my eyes to a girl my age maybe slightly older, her beautiful curly black hair was pinned up. Her smile was slightly crooked but it reached her dark brown eyes. She was gorgeous, her milk choclate skin seemed flawless; she didn't look like anyone in the pack so the only thing that made since was she was visiting from abother pack. "Wayne was worried you'd find trouble. I am sorry I got here to late to help before though." She reached ou

Struggling to hide it from people will just give me a burden, so I let it out. "It's not going to happen, okay? I'm holding the fox marble. And Kagome, she's a nine-tailed fox, I could control her if I want to. If I could just only master the power of it, we will win this fight! Together, Amaya, no one will ever lose their life because of it." Shaking my head as I was thinking of what just Hiro said. "You're insane. You will never do that to her. She was once the holder, and the holder— the original holder— will never get affected by it."

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

I can tell they are thinking the same thing. “Regina’s last name was Cordal. What the fuck is going on?” Greg asks. I notice that Tianya and Kylynn are studying Regina’s picture closely. Kylynn takes out her phone and calls Jenna. I am not sure what they are talking about, but she ends the call and watches her phone closely. I hear it ting, and Kylynn brings up her mail. While this is going on, I notice a picture of Regina and a man. The man is holding a baby.

“Yuki Snow.” The equivalent of Kyle with the guardian God Capricorn, its image follows different from the reflection and shard of her existence, as HE continues. “Nariko, Arashi, twin of the guardian God Gemini.” Holding the image and shard that Gilbert and Nate hold as the reflection of them, HE utters the rest of their name, yet hides the succeeding guardian Gods as HE names. “Hinata, Kyoko, Haru, Daikichi, Sapphire, Arata, Levi, and the two important ones.”

How could he hear about this only now? “That’s a lot of things you could’ve done better had you known them before you grand scheme, right? Kazuma.” Kazuma was starteled when he heard that old feminine voice that sounded like the whistle of a deep cave filled with chiming stones. Like an old song from the ancient times… “Akagi-sama,” kurumi stood up and bowed to the old woman staring like a statues of a saintes in front of them in her sky blue kimono shining like a beacon in the dim morning light slipping into the kitchen.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

"We heard you were working your first day today!" "We're all big fans of your Estagram!" "That coat is beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful." "Hello, Yuki!" There was Jim—tall, quiet, with round glasses and a shy smile. Kyo, whose hair was slicked back and who had the cocky confidence of someone who probably fronted a band on weekends. Hana, sweet and soft-spoken, who offered me matcha candy from a ceramic tin frog. And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween.