Koutarou Amon Novels & Stories

Its color was silver. His lock screen was an image from the Japanese anime Death Note; in particular, the genius character Yagami Light and his shinigami (reaper) Ryuk. His wallpaper showed a handsome man in a suit standing in front of a sports car. With the car, Dion would get on famously with her pa, Kate thought, but not so much with the suit. Mr. Lapuz, like majority of Filipino dads, didn’t own a single suit in his wardrobe.

I struggled, fury and humiliation burning equally hot. Tems put a hand on her hip and laughed. “Look at the mute freak trying to fight. How cute.” “Shut up, Tems,” Aamon snarled. The sound that left his throat was low and almost animal. “Call her that again and see what happens.” “You won’t touch me,” she shot back, loud enough for the entire gym to hear. “Why are you defending her? She’s nothing. She can’t even talk!” The gym teachers started moving toward us, but my attention stayed locked on Aamon. His eyes had gone completely black. The expression on his face no longer looked entirely human. I pressed both hands against his chest and shook my head hard, silently begging him to stop.

Uche repeated “You can’t fight me. I am the greatest warrior in the land, fighting me would be useless.” “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try.” Ejima swallowed. She had a stone on her sling, ready to let them fly. “Oh, my dear friend. Such courage will only get you killed.” Amaka chuckled, “You should have—” There was a quick flash, followed by a trail of blood on the gray wall. Ejima’s pupil dangled in her skull and her shoulders sagged when she realized what had just happened. She took a step back, watching her friend who was holding her neck, choking in her blood with disbelief and confusion. The woman tried to speak or tried to look at the man she had loved, but the betrayer seemed to nudge

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

[Stop contacting Rayhan without my permission, Wisa. A message from Amon was right there. Amon? Did he even sabotage my phone?

As he turned to leave, I added quietly, “Hunter… be careful. Whoever this D’Amaris really is, he’s not working alone.” Hunter gave me a sharp nod before walking out, leaving me with the one thought that refused to leave my mind. Every shadow I’d buried was coming back. And this time, they had a name. D’Amaris.

Ryeleigh A loud voice coming from the screen quiets the room and asks us to stand. Amory Cruz in his ceremonial robe, looking regal and a true Alpha example of the perfect shifter. We are not raised thinking of the Amory like a god; however, in this situation, it feels as if he is. With equal parts fear and amazement, the crowd quiets to a soft purr.

But her eyes widened and her cheeks became slightly warm as she stared at the man without clothes on top who was bathing in his own sweat. His arms and back were huge and stiff, with a pencil still stuck on the left side of the man's ear, wearing only jeans that were quite roomy at the foot and wearing all-star blue shoes. Despite the simple appearance of this man, Ameira believes that God favored him when he created him with this magnificent body and features. His face is unimaginably handsome. Ameira noticed that he had a tattoo of an angel's wing on his back. Ameira was startled when Aleja suddenly turned to her. As he stared at the girl with serious eyes, he quickly drew a sly smile on t

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.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.