Lev X Yaku Novels & Stories

She wasn't surprised. "Then?" Leah asked. "Then...obviously I said no and ran away. He looked very mature to me. I don't know why he said such a thing." Yuri said and sighed. "You remember what I told you, right?" Leah asked and Yuri quickly nodded. "Not to trust anyone, mind my own business, only try to protect myself," Yuri said and Leah nodded. "Yuri...what did he look like?" Leah asked. "To be direct...he looked like a yakuza." (A gangster in Japanese.) Yuri said and Leah's pupil slightly dilated. It's been a very long time since Yuri saw her giving such a reaction.

“Ah, Yuki!” Leyla is an elf with a very tall and slender physique. She had long blonde hair, her eyes were like emeralds and she wore a soft green and white dress. “Hey, seems like a busy day too huh?” Yuki said while glancing around once at the many people in the shop. “Every day is a busy day.” Leyla said. “What’cha got there?” Yuki asked when she was in front of Leyla. “Oh this? This is a catalyst. I was just about to pack it for delivery.” Leyla showed the small crystal oval in her hand.

I continued, “The said lighthouse is completely invisible and it holds all of the people’s memories who have left LUAHU.” William looks at me with a frown, “It holds the people’s memories who have left the island? Well that sounds spooky.” “When you said left the island it means waking up from coma?” Liv makes sense. “It could potentially be.” William agrees. Liv continues, “So that could mean like it’s a world where souls go to once their bodies experience being in a state of coma in the real world.”

Very impressive. “That’s the rules of the game, Freya. Always stay close to your enemies,” he sipped his drink. His last words made me find my relaxation. I allowed my back to rest on the couch as my body adjusted in. “Tell me something new, Vogar, why is Leo your enemy? I don’t understand the reason both of you can never coexist.” “I don’t coexist with a thief. Leo stole from me. He took away everything that belonged to me. You, my position as an Alpha, and my fated mate,” he sounded a little pained.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

In his eyes, Lev was just a buffoon, so he didn’t really have to care about his arrogance. The strong ones always held a low profile instead of showing off in a high-key way. If not, that would be stupid, and that referred to none other than Lev himself. “Both sides, please get ready!” Master Ykink spoke up and signalled at Gerald and Lev. Hearing Master Ykink’s instructions, Lev immediately entered a fighting stance, waiting to attack anytime. Once the start was announced, he would immediately attack Gerald. Gerald was as calm and composed as he had ever been with his eyes closed while standing at the same place, without even a slight change in his expression.

When I burst through the door of the servant's quarters, Leo was already standing there, his laptop safely tucked under his arm, his young face lit up with a wild, triumphant adrenaline. “Did you see it?” Leo gasped, his voice cracking with a profound, childlike delight as he looked at me. “Did you see his face, Adrian? The great Yamelyan Radov looked like he was about to vomit his three-star Michelin truffles all over the boardroom members!”