Kny Giyu Novels & Stories

May bahid ng pagkamuhi sa tanong niya. Napahinga naman ako ng malalim at tumawa ng bahagya. “What is it with you people and that question?” Nagsasawang tanong ko. Palagi na lamang nila iyong tinatanong sa akin. Hindi niya ako sinagot at nanatili lamang na nakatitig sa akin. He's Knythe, at ayaw niyang nagpapaulit-ulit siya. “I'm no one.” I looked away after responding to his question earlier.

Before Qin Haodong could, Hu Xiaoxian stopped him and said, "Stop daydreaming! Look at yourself! Do you even know what you look like? I throw up every time I see you." Leng Feng's face turned grim. He made his move in no time, but Zhou Tianhu stopped him. "Don't get provoked by them, sir. You can do anything to that woman as long as you kill the gigolo boy." Leng Feng held back his anger. He sniffed and didn't reply to Zhou Tianhu. Zhou Tianhu pointed at Yagyuu Yukime and said, "This is Yagyuu Yukime, a Heaven-Level ninja from Nihon, also a supreme power."

Everywhere suddenly starts to darken and I feel a bit of uneasy dizziness, my legs feel weak and I automatically fall to the side, in an attempt to pass out. The hands that have my hands behind me suddenly releases me to help me maintain balance on my feet before I reach my fall. I gulp and my forehead automatically starts to sweat. "Make one sound," the owner of the voice standing behind me, the one with the knife around my neck, starts to say. "And it's," She says and moves the knife back a bit slightly motioning that if I made one sound, she's going to slit my throat. I recognize the deepness in her voice instantly.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

It broke my heart to disappoint her, and in my mind, I could see her bowing her little head like she did whenever she was in trouble or didn’t get her way. Wait a minute. “Well…actually, I think Casey has a gi, that’s the word for uniform, from last year that you may be able to fit.” “Really?” “Yes, ma’am. It’s in the back of his closet.” “Let’s go, Grant!” Kiyah demanded. “Do you see what you just started?” Kierra asked. “I bet she’ll go to sleep in that gi.” “I don’t see the harm in it. It’s debatably more comfortable than falling asleep in leather pants and a vest,” I said, reminding her of how I found her and Kiyah on the living room couch after their middle-of-the-night run to Denny’s.

Tonight was destined to be extraordinary and lively. On one side, Kian had everyone’s jaws dropping with his abnormal behavior. On the other side of the city, Kenneth was with Jeffrey, and they hurriedly returned to the Weaver family house with three stalks of century-old purple ginseng.

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

“Well, what if I told you she didn’t destroy him? What if he agreed to become the essence of her safe house to help protect her and the rest of the Mavri Magea for the rest of eternity? The reason I have no scent is because the scent of the apartment is my scent?” I blink and shake my head. “You?” Kyon holds out his hand for me to shake. “Hi Bronx, I’m Kyon. I’m Kas’s first mate and sentient essence of the apartment.”

The man in white robe held Yu Yifeng with his arms and landed lightly on the ground. He had a supermundane appearance, like an immortal. On his back was a cyan sword case. There was a Tai Ji pattern printed on the sword case. 10cm below the pattern was the word "Kunlun"(in seal character).

and his eyes, visible through the silk scarf, were fixed on Grace like a starving man watching a feast. "Where is he, Jian?" Panni’s voice was a jagged blade in the silence. "You said he was alive. Show me." Jian didn't answer with words. He raised a hand, and from the shadows of a massive, black basalt pillar, two men in Kyoto silks dragged a figure into the center of the rotunda. Panni’s heart shattered. It was Jinyan. He was bound to a heavy wooden chair, his linen shirt shredded, his chest covered in the blue-black bruises of the Kyoto "Tuning." His head was bowed, his breathing a shallow, wet rasp. But as the light of the torches hit him, he forced his eyes open.