King Yato Novels & Stories

He then looked back at me, “How old are you now?” “Twenty,” I told him and his gaze dropped. “I see,” A sorrowful expression came over him, “It’s only been ten years…” There was pain in his voice and the look in his eyes just seemed like pure torture. The forest made a low shushing sound right at that moment and I found it a bit strange. Yohan is the king of one of the three kingdoms of the realm of light magic. He ascended the throne just a few years ago but his life must be very lonely.

From now on, your Yagyuu family will be wiped out from Nihon. "Kyo Chiba, if you have the ability, you can fight with my master fair and square. It's shameful for someone like you to set such a trap..." "B*tch, I'll kill you now!" Kishi Sato was furious. He turned his head and took out his sword, ready to attack Yagyuu Yukime. However, Kyo Chiba raised his hand to stop Sato. "Patriarch Sato, don't fall for this b*tch's trap. She wants to irritate us and kill her. Later, that kid named Qin will have no worries for her."

Boss I'm sorry, we never meant for this to happen," he said with his two palms rubbing each other in mid-air, as a sign that he was pleading and also sorry for what he did. Yukimura was the stubborn one, he had refused to let go and was still having his fun. He thought he was the boss here because he had more guards around but Nagato was all alone himself. Still, in his calm looks Negato slit Kaito's throat, and sent his head flying, it was so fast even for eyes to see, the head landed on the bossy Yukimura, that was now jolted out of his good time, quickly his ladies ran away but he couldn't, he has never experienced such like this, Nagato wasn't holding on to a knife or sword so how did th

No. His gaze is piercing right through me, he seems angry, I suppose? But then he smiles, his smile is worth dying for, I smile back and it's the sweetest thing in the world when he smiles at me, when smiles for me, when he smiles because of me. I feel as though I'm the luckiest girl in this entire universe. "Kyo" I spoke "I think my pinkie is shorter than yours" I said putting forward my right hand. Kyo is famous as the member with the shortest little finger.

A nifty spell of his known as spatial displacement, which enabled him to advent anywhere across the globe as long as it has a beacon. Kyo's particles would reconstruct several meters away from the beam of light. The wind blowing away the cloak he wore revealing his appearance. Kyo has a height of 5'4, and is heavily built, he wears a white priest robe which has a hoodie that conceals his hair and has a pair of jade eyes.

a male voice said from outside the room Everyone turned to see Yamato walking into the room. He looked like he had been working nonstop and was completely out of energy. "We have Yen" he said "We have Rosewell" "We have Fubuki" "We have Kojiro" "We have Inumaki" "We have me" "We have Mina and her two new friends" "We have an entire city of people" "And most importantly...." "We have you" "If we can properly utilize what we have, I see victory in our favor" he said

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

As a result, the Japanese side sent out two kings directly. "Don't play like this!" They simply couldn't afford to play! On an island in the overseas world, The top management of the peerless Dragon Gate was gathered here. Just now, everyone was still being called by Master Yi to watch the battle between Yang Xiao and Katou Hui. Teacher Yi was also very satisfied with Yang Xiao's performance. Merely, no one had expected that Yang Xiao would defeat Katou Hui. Who would've thought that the Japanese Sword Saint would personally intervene?

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.