Kiba Akamaru Novels & Stories

They both take a seat there and he continues- “Now then we were speaking about the ‘Akaname’, right?” “It was the ‘Tenjo kudari’.” says Ayame while correcting him. “Yes, the ‘Tenjo kudari’ as you told us about. Could you describe it from your point of view just so I know that you two saw the same thing?” “Sure. It was quite huge, had a long neck and had a creepy smile as it played doll house with the two of them.” “Hm! Okay! We definitely messed up one thing brat. The fact that it wasn’t a licker but a hanger.

Kaden I watched as Amber emerged from the changing room. Ignoring the gasps from the pack members, I could only see her. White fur and those blue eyes. She approached us calmly, wagging her tail, her ears upwardly pointed, her aura calm. And then, my eyes moved to the spot on her shoulders. I had been shaken to the core when I had seen it. It was a mark, shaped like a star. Black, a sharp contrast to my white one.

I said, surprised. “I know, but we also don’t normally go for a week at a time, and I don’t know what we will bring back. I would rather have the full team.” I nodded and helped hook the dogs in. Akira, a brown and white Alaskan husky, licked my face as I clipped her harness and Nova, a black and gray malamute, nuzzled in when it was her turn. Makya’s dogs were amazing and so well trained. “They never stand that still for me,” Makya said, clipping in a very energetic Jiro, one of his male huskies, on the other side.

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."

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

Akari saw the prince’s head coming toward her and was suddenly froze as a bird with a cobra coming at it. Except this was no cobra—not by a long shot. This was a large, handsome—and she don’t want to admit it but it's true anyways —sexy as fuck Werewolf male, bending his head toward hers, intending to kiss her. And Akari was doing absolutely nothing to stop it from happening.

maybe it is the police. Using the handle of my katana, I smashed my window and started to climb out. I was about to jump down when I heard a voice I had wanted to hear, but in this setting, I was terrified to hear. “Yūri… you’re… Kitsune…” Hibiki stammered from where he stood below my window, a rope and grappling hook in his hand.

One of my friends asked. "So kind of weird but my wolf is saying this actress Amina Jordan is my mate?" I said looking down at her acting profile. "Wow really?" Someone asked. "I guess?" I said still confused. "Awesome we'll have a famous Luna" a voice said and there were a couple cheers. Kit was growling in my head, maybe he was right with how possessive he was being. "I'll talk to you guys later" I said waving them off and going to look for my parents.

“All right, don’t be too long. And try not to get too muddy if you go swimming.” Jackson turned back to his laptop. Kia was naked and shifted in seconds. She yawned and stretched, then glanced towards Wren. She wagged her tail twice and turned to trot off. Wren followed along. Kia was a small wolf. Her fur was russet colored and sleek. The sunshine caught glints of red in it. His observations were cut short, though, when she let out a play bark and took off running. Wren flicked his ear back, Jackson’s keyboard was clacking along, hesitated another second, then chased after her.

Sensing the age and power that came from the ancient wolf and came to stand behind her, peaking around her legs but not touching her. She was not surprised by the way he greeted her. He had called her by her nickname, Moon Wolf, since she had first been initiated as the conduit. A small endearment against the stark reality she always faced. He was dressed as he always was despite the cool morning air. Much like herself and her pack-mates that had lived so far to the North, they had become accustomed to its cold climate and were now immune. He wore only a leather kilt around his waist, his chest and feet bare, while his white hair flowed freely around his face. Two deep brown eyes that were s