Kaneki Ken Novels & Stories

The sky is not so blue but it's clear from clouds. "How are you feeling?" she questions Kenji without looking at him. "I didn't mean it but I saw you with Eren." "I'm feeling good. What happened is sad but I feel good about it," he answered which made her glance at him. Kenji was plastering a sincere smile. He deeply sighs and faces front again. "He was a good friend but I knew what we were and what we are right now. I'm his nemesis. We need this so he can be true to himself. I've been wanting to meet the real him. I just didn't know he'd leave so soon."

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

It was a good thing that Anok was a very well-trained and highly skilled warrior. They had also encountered some wild beasts in the forest some days ago. Taria had been shocked to even know that those kinds of beasts existed and Kenji had raced to his book to document it. Anok bent to inspect the corpse, but Kenji was already on one knee, taking notes and muttering about how Taria wasn't holding the torch right, while she gave him the stink eye in return. Both of them just didn't get along. "Black eyes, no white," Kenji announced. "Black lines stretching from the lower eyelids. Short black lines." He paused and hummed, then he looked up at his brother, grimacing a little when he noticed the

Lucern is a strong necromancer, so he also represents death, but on a lesser level than Levi. As for Kenji who represents neither life nor death; he is the leader of his people, the proverbial head that keeps the snake alive. Because of this, he also represents life in a diluted form. They all offset each other, lending the power needed to find Samara in the afterlife and breathe life back into her.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

There was a pants suit that hugged my ass, a black shirt, a black fitting coat on top, and black Jimmy Choo stilettos that had an asymmetric grosgrain mesh fabricator bow. “ Looking good, Mrs. Trentino, “ Nikolai said from the door of the walk-in closet. I turned to face him and smiled. He had on a black suit and hair stayed free on his head. It was just how he liked it. I never really liked men slicking their hair back with too much gel. “ You don’t look so bad yourself, Mr. Trentino, “ I said. I put two pins on either side of my head to hold my straight hair in place. I saw Nikolai’s reflection on the mirror before he wrapped his arms around me.

she informed. Drake stood up from his seat beside his stray. “What do you mean it is fake?” he questioned. Millie bit her lower lip, finding a good answer. “I-It’s. . . it’s not the antidote, alpha. The poison on Emily’s body was deadly and rare to find for its antidote.” She answered, looking down at the ground. “I... I think we should start to find the lotus flower and the neem plants at Mount Doqu, alpha.” Millie said, her lips trembling.

Nivea's POV: Me and Keenan were dancing, enjoying the sparks that stayed on our arms when Abigail walked up and stoped us. "Hey Ni! I've been looking for you everywhere. where have you been? who's your new friend?" she asked the questions quick like she might die if she didn't. "Well I've been outside where I ran into.... " I started to say but was cut off by Keenan. "My name is Keenan and we found out that we are mates. That is, if you'll have me?" He asked and looked at me with those dazzling eyes. I was so shocked by his sudden question that I was lost for words for a second.

Camellia “Need some help?” I look up from my chopping board and see Nero approaching me with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He’s wearing a coy, lopsided smirk and my stupid heart starts beating faster. “You want to help me cook?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and he shrugs. “I don’t mind. Morana and Aeron are keeping Nereo busy and it gives me an excuse to spend more time with you,” he says, leaning against the marble counter and crossing his arms. “So, put me to work, Lupina.”

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male