Kyoukai No Kanata Novels & Stories

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

"I mean you haven't found an owner for Hikari, and yet you took six more, right? Nanami looked at Sorata with some helplessness and thought that she should stop him that day. "Nice moral you got there, dragging those girls into your room." Miyahara started to tease Kanda with a perverted smile, although he had heard the rumor, he didn't expect that this guy would be so capable of collecting six cats. If there was one more, then this guy should be able to summon Shenlong, right? Unfortunately, there was no Dragon Ball in this world, or else, Miyahara would tease Sorata that way.

“… next is the orders—” “What the hell, Millie? Your explanation is too complicated.” Lilac rolled her eyes. “You see, Emily, she met her gaze, “We have a king, which is the Alpha. Then the Beta, the elites or councils, and the orders or warriors. The orders will make sure that the borders of this state are well-guarded. They defend it from rogues—you know, a werewolf who doesn’t have a home or packs, the hunters—” “Humans…” Emily mumbled.

I need a sounding board. Vampires are unable to produce children, so Nikka, a cat shifter, mothers the entire clan. She's amazing and I've seen her get between two fighting bears three times her size and put them in their place. She bows to no one and she is also the last person you want to be on the outs with. For such a gentle woman, she is fierce when push comes to shove.

Kiro said while walking beside me. I scoff. No one knows I’ve been eyeing her for days. I know Kiro is the only one I can trust. If she was not the one who sent that gift then who else could it be? Why doesn't she just admit that she’s Vishiea and stop pretending to be Anastasia Cullen. I never heard that a lone lycan had a daughter. It's the first time I met her and I was expecting that she actually looked like Vishiea, my mate.

Chapter 77 Kana moved with an ethereal grace through the labyrinthine passages of the castle, her presence a calming force amidst the bustling chaos that often enveloped its halls. Her onyx hair flowed like a liquid nightfall, a cascade of darkness that whispered secrets only the stars could comprehend. Her eyes, a deep almond shape, held a tranquil wisdom, an ancient understanding of the world that seemed to transcend her youthful countenance. There was something inherently serene about Kana, an inner peace that beckoned to those who crossed her path. Her aura was like a gentle breeze on a scorching day, a refuge for the weary souls that sought solace in her presence.

The voice was urgent, and I turned to see Katana running towards us, her blonde hair disheveled, and her crystal blue eyes red-rimmed, as if she had been crying for hours. I rushed to meet her, hoping that something worse hadn't happened. "Katana, what's wrong?" But instead of answering, she pushed me with all her force, catching me off guard. "You monster!" she screamed. "How could you?" Taking a step back my skin tingled with shock and discomfort and Leo's lips curled in disgust, closing the space between us and pushing Katana away. "Stay the fuck away from this Leo," I yelled at him and he glared at Katana with hostility.