Kambi Novels & Stories

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.

After a few greetings, we explore the store first. I was in awe as I explore the store. The ceiling panels are made of textile made from the fiber of local leaves, with the woman's leather goods area showcasing bamboo teardrops lamps made by Filipino craftsmen. The private lounge's sliding doors mimic capiz windows while rugs bear designs that echo complex tribal tattoo patterns. There's a breezy tropical feel to the space but the approach to achieving this cabana vibe is light and understated. There are also Filipino artworks here and there made of strips of acrylic, handwoven abaca, polyester fabric, and a tasteful mix of cord, rope, and tapestry.

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When he woke, he was always alone. Far away, across an ocean, the mountain shuddered. A crack split the side of a cave sealed for three millennia. Dust cascaded. Rocks shifted. Inside, a skeleton stirred. Goat’s skull. Lion’s fangs. Serpent’s tail. Fused together by ancient fire. The Chimera. Its spine arched. Bones clattered like drums. Hollow lungs filled not with air but with hate. And its eyes — three burning coals — flared open. The name travelled on the wind, across seas, into the marrow of the world.

I smiled at him. “I hope you have no eye for her.” I said jokingly. “Ah! No. Besides, she is so saved and I even doubt she ever have sex.” Ken said and sipped his coffee, making me nearly laugh at how he said it. “You are so funny. She has a vagina like any other women.” I told Ken. “And she is a Kamba too.” Ken said. “What do you mean?” I asked Ken. “Kamba ladies love sex, they never say no. if you seduce a Kamba woman and she denies you, you are bewitched or under a spell.” Ken said jokingly.

Garatiya walked over to a dark corner, fidgeted with whatever was making screeching sounds before emerging with a tiny bottle of red liquid "And what is that?" "We call it the rare red kimono. It is made from a plant that grows only once in every decade. You are very lucky it was in season because it is the only plant with power to kill the godess of the winds." Aurora and Alex switched glances before staring back at Garatiya who went on to pour the juice in bits into clueless Sham's mouth up until all of it was consumed. They watched as she coughed dryly splattering drops of blood. For Aurora that was the most beautiful sight, her job was done. She then moved over to hear her heartbeat for

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Champagne stood in the alley waiting for the metal rusty door to be opened, She had sent a text to her best friend Sam asking to meet here. The old neon sign above flicked on and off in red, it felt like it was representing her mood. Champagne debated on telling Sam to fix the sign or not but what was the use. Lazy Sam would agree to fix it but then forget about it the next instant The rustling sound of the door made her look up at the same time Sam appeared.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

I replied. He brought me over to a couple that I had seen around the pack before, but I didn’t know their names. “This is my friend Zach from school and his mate Kim.” They both waved at me. Zach was tall with curly brown hair and Kim was petite with dirty blonde hair. He then turned me to another couple that also looked familiar. “This is my friend Brooke from school, and her mate, Tim.”