Log Horizon Akatsuki Novels & Stories

He observed the visible shift in his demeanor at the mention of Cielo's name. “What? Surprised that I know what you know? Let's rewind quickly and catch the fun along the way,” he paused and pushed the gun hard on his face.“Seventeen years ago you masterminded the death of Matteo Verrilli. The plan was to kill him and his entire family but when you heard his children escaped, you went in search of them. Luckily you found his daughter after many years. You recruited her into your dirty organization, gave her a new identity, and made her do your dirty work even when you knew she was a Verrilli.” he hit him hard again in anger before he continued.

Luck must be on their side because it wasn’t their turn to become meat ribbons. The new mushroom boss wore a wide-brimmed purple hat with a gorgeous purple veil covering most of her body. Veiled Violet’s choice of weapon was that razor fabric obscuring her beauty. She was the embodiment of deadly grace that Oritha did not do well with. When faced with the beautiful porcelain doll-like assassin, not even Sasha knew who would draw the first blood. They were both dressed and poised to kill. Akiko learned the hard way when she collided head-on and suffered critical damage. Thankfully, the beautiful assassin boss did not know how to change her trajectory mid-charge. If Akiko could predict her cha

Ren blinked at that action before spotting a shadowed figure appearing from around the corner, armed with a gun. Ren’s eyes widened as he recognised the newcomer who had just about saved his life. “You are…!” Yuri Kirisawa looked from the Nidhogg assassin who was now glaring at her, and to Ren. Her eyes rested on Tatsuya’s motionless body for several moments, and Ren might have been imagining it, but he could have sworn that he saw a flash of anger mixed with sadness within her eyes before it vanished again.

Aunt Akiyama lends me a kimono, at the top it was white and at the bottom it was red, I wore a waist band of the same color, but a little lighter and a golden buckle of a flower; I tied my hair in a low tail with a white ribbon. I'm ready to defeat Satoshi and end this eternal suffering, but.... Will it really be worth it, even if I kill him he won't bring me back to my parents. But I don't want it to be in vain and even less the death of my father that was caused by him. I see Hiroki quite serious posing on the door of our room. He doesn't want to look me in the eyes; I was afraid that the worst would happen, but I'm not alone, I know that if something happens Hiroki will go to look for me

Curt elbowed him, hard. Gretorian ignored them. His gaze pinned me again. “Very well. A deal is a deal. You want to know who hides behind the killings. Who wants your Honshu.” “Yes,” I said. He stepped closer. Too close. His hand lifted again, this time tracing lightly along my jaw. I held still, refusing to flinch. “It isn’t a man,” he said. “It isn’t a beast. It is a shadow. A fallen god. You carry his consort’s soul, Honshu. That black wolf of yours, Sheetal—she once belonged to him.”

When Towcs was standing an inch high in black liquid, he moved close to the line of the circle. The image of a clear blue sky appears, it looks like we are looking through the eyes of something that's flying. The view then slowly looks to the left, and a person flying comes into view. A version uniform that has golden lines, long raven black flowing hair, a fair face, and piercing deep blue ocean eyes that's shimmering like ripples across the water. I was once again gazing at the face of my creator, Goddess Misaki. " Looks like it's V0."

Aki furiously screamed while looking at at emotionless Harvey. “I’m the young lord of the Kitagawa Clan, and the disciple of the Shinkage Way! I’m a well-known character in the younger generation of the Island Nations!” “I cannot be embarrassed that easily!” “Kneel before you talk,” Harvey said with a calm tone. “You dare make me kneel?!” Aki was completely enraged. “So what if you’re a God of War, Harvey?!” “You think the Shinkage Way doesn’t have Gods of War?!”

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

With the beast's life force extinguished, Paige released a breath of relief. "Honey, what’s the rank of this phantom-beast?" asked Paige, watching as Akasuki, the kunoichi who tended to carry herself in a relaxed and unresponsive manner, gruesomely plucked out the creature's eyeballs. Such a scene, as usual, caused Alice, the girl who held an affinity for celestial magic, to puke nearby.

A group waited at the far end of the platform—three figures in dark coats, their insignia faint but unmistakable. The tallest among them stepped forward, removing his hood. He wasn’t much older than Lena—late thirties, maybe. His eyes were sharp, intelligent. “You must be Speaker Vale,” he said. “Lena Quinn,” she corrected. He smiled faintly. “Ah. The successor.” Lena didn’t rise to the bait. “You said you wanted to talk.” “We do,” he said. “The Horizon Accord is not the Black Sun. We are the remnants of a broken order, trying to survive what your city unleashed.”