Kakashi Hatake Novels & Stories

“By the way, are you aware that the Takahashi brothers are a split reincarnation of Nurarihyon?” I push away from him and look at him incredulously. “What?! How is that possible? They don’t have any scent on them but human!” I ask, bewildered at the thought. Itsamu seems so sweet; how could he possibly be a yokai leader? Itsuki, I am more inclined to believe since he exudes a dangerous aura, yes but not Itsamu! I wonder if my sisters know this; I doubt they would tell me their husband’s secrets, not that it’s any of my business knowing anyway.

"I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite." "Yeah, he's probably going to end up having a rich alpha wife." I looked at his face to try to find any reaction whatsoever but he covered his face "But that means, you don't have a chance either, right?" Daichi said, giving me a death stare. "That's what I was thinking." Akito said to Daichi. I knew they were right but it still made me mad but Hinata still hadn't said a word, his face was still covered too. "I need to do something." He stood up and walked away.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked. Alfi, Koji, and Rian are vigilant. They know that he is a worthy opponent that they can’t underestimate. Kartika feels eerie Iru comes from him. "Kartika! Bad news! He is one of Waku-Waku top brass!" Cakra is agitated. "What?! This is bad! Alfi hasn’t mastered the holy weapon number 12. There’s no way he can defeat that guy." Kartika is getting anxious.

Her eyes flickered back to the first aid kit still open on the table, a small smile tugging at her lips. He had let her take care of him. That meant something. The sound of the shower stopped. Mona's heart did a small, unnecessary jump. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened. And there he was. Kane stepped out, a towel slung low around his waist, his hair damp, droplets of water tracing slow paths down his chest. The harshness from earlier had softened slightly, but the intensity hadn't gone anywhere. It never did. Mona blinked once.

He tried not to notice. Tried not to think about the conversation they had shared that morning in the training courtyard. I saw something familiar. Darkness. The words lingered in his thoughts far more than they should have. A voice broke through the murmuring court. “Your Majesty.” A tall demon stepped forward from the gathered nobles. His armor gleamed dark red beneath the torchlight, etched with the sigil of the southern legions. General Kharvek. Adrian recognized him immediately. Kharvek bowed low before the throne.

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂ Kagemoto Kazama. The name alone was enough to tighten my chest, but I didn’t let it show. I kept my expression exactly how it was, calm, polite, almost amused, even though my fingers twitched slightly at my side where the vial Phil had given me rested, hidden and waiting.

He got that sense of bad boy when you look at him. “Oh, excuse me.” The guy said. Then he walked past Jai and to the door, passing by Harris who’s entering the place. “Hey, you left me.” Harris faked a pout. But Jai wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the red haired guy who just left. Harris realized whom Jai was looking at. “Oh. That’s Satoru Hirabayashi.” “Who?” Jai looked at him. “Satoru Hirabayashi from the Hirabayashi clan. He’s one of the geniuses of this generation. He’s a very skilled hunter.” Harris said.