Kny Nezuko Novels & Stories

She batted her eyelashes at Jon and asked: "Who is Koto?" Jon moaned slightly but still replied: “I guess you have a right to know, given your help and everything else. But I would ask you not to share this with Nioob or anyone else. So, you heard about the demon part. Well, in short, as far as I understand the whole story, eight years or so ago, Nio was in a relationship with Thea Sif. A secret relationship. I guess you've heard of her. Everyone knows of her. She and three other elves pushed Nio into that well with the demon. I guess they wanted to kill him. I don't think they knew about the demon. Their names: Teria’n, Larin and Koto. Nio was pushed into that well but survived. Anyway, you

good Kiyara, way to embarrass your self. “She is my designer head NK" he said with frustration clear in his voice and I just nodded in confirmation. And with that I felt two heated stares on me. Come on I am not an object stop staring at me... “Thank god! She is not your girlfriend...!!!!” NK said with a smirk on his face and came towards me took my hand slowly and placed a feather like kiss on my hand... sending shivers through my body... this meeting is going to be interesting....!

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

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."

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

"Sometimes, once a week. Twice a week. Last month, it was every night. But, it was hard to track that all the time because Young Master Dionysus moved like a ninja in the middle of the night when everyone in this mansion was already asleep." "A ninja?" The housemaid nodded. "Yes, miss Zoey. A ninja is a skilled person in a particular type of martial arts that I always love to watch in anime. You know the anime called Naruto, Miss Zoey?" Zoey laughed at the housemaid before nodding. "Yes. I have a little sister who was also a fan of those things. You and her would be very good friends if you happen to meet her." The housemaid smiled. "I bet your sister is as beautiful as you, miss Zoey. Becau

Akio is really Yūri, and she’s the daughter of a Yakuza boss. My mind hadn’t considered that Kitsune was connected to Yūri. I didn't want to believe that possibility. Even though it would make sense that Kitsune is connected to a Yakuza, there’s only one in the state. The next day I was back at work banging my head into the metaphoric brick wall as I was getting nowhere closer to catching Kitsune.

Now that she was right in front of him, walking toward his car, he felt his body react in a way that was dangerous. Kane inhaled sharply. She was small. Petite in height, but fucking curvy. Her black jeans hugged her thighs and ass in a way that made his grip on the steering wheel tighten. The black turtleneck she wore was tucked in neatly, accentuating her waist. And that damn hair—fiery red waves spilling from her loose bun, falling around her face like a halo. The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly.