Kokoro Novels & Stories

Celeste (already pulling out my phone): “Private portal leaves tomorrow. Rowan’s paying. He lost a bet.” Rowan appears in the doorway holding a credit card and resignation. Rowan: “I hate all of you. Pack light. Kōjin sulks when people are late.” 24 hours later – Mount Atago, Kyoto Prefecture The mountain is on fire in the best way (eternal flames that don’t consume, just dance). Kōjin is waiting at the top. He looks exactly like Seras if she were eight feet tall, made of magma, and wearing a chef’s apron that says “Kiss the Cook or Get Charred.”

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"Can you tell Uncle your names?" The smile faded from his face. Since he had brought the kids with him, it was only right to send them back where they belonged. Koa winced from the pinch but caught on quickly. He pointed at his sister and said, “She’s Momo. I’m Koko.” Moa: “???” Diego rubbed his temples. A headache was creeping in. “Your full names?” Koa shrugged and blinked innocently. “That is our full names.” The overhead crystal chandelier bathed the room in warm golden light. It caught on the gold rims of Diego’s glasses, making his sharp features all the more unreadable. His slender fingers rested elegantly on the edge of the black marble table, his entire aura screaming luxury and int

author pov The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbeque of the summer next to the lake and waterfall on their land. The waterfall is one of the attractions of the Snow Moon pack land. It is as tall as Mt. Everest with several shelves up and down the sides. Some of the shelves are just low enough to dive from. The water at the bottom is clear and just the right temperature to cool you off on a hot day. The majesty of the water cascading down the mountain and stirring the pool at the bottom is a sight not many people get to witness in a lifetime. The pool has gigantic, large, medium, small and pebble-sized rocks jutting from the shores. There are paths long worn by the animals and humans w

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

Dim lighting, sleek furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline. Mona stepped inside and let out a small gasp. "Oh my God." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You live here?" Kane watched as she walked toward the window, her fingers pressing against the cool glass. The city sprawled beneath them, glittering like broken glass against the darkness. She turned to him, her expression mischievous. "Can anyone see you from across?" "No." He shrugged, dropping his bag onto the counter. "Just us." She hummed, seemingly pleased, before turning back to the view.

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The Silver Moon Pack's mansion stood tall and imposing as Alpha Jake and Mara arrived. The grandeur of the building was undeniable, and its walls seemed to hold countless stories and secrets within. As they entered the mansion, Alpha Jake led Mara through the spacious hallways to a comfortable guest room. The room was tastefully decorated, with deep blue and silver accents that reflected the pack's emblem. A large, plush bed dominated the center of the room, adorned with soft, moon-themed cushions and throws. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle, ethereal glow inside.

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The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.