Magi Yamuraiha Novels & Stories

"But...but...you can still save your people. A little token in return is all I ask to seal my lips." "I will send your head back to your Igwe." Ikemefuna beat his chest and groaned like a wounded dog, "We are one. We are fearless. We are, Umu Ejima (children of Ejima), we cried, we shrieked, we screamed and the God of gods answered. Nothing can overcome us, not even the king of Ame." "Umu Ejima you say?" Ume asked. "Haha, you sound surprised." "Because I am" Ume whispered as he tried to place two and two together. "How can that be? I know a woman called Ejima. She never had a child of her own."

"She... She's not a daughter from my marriage, but the circumstances of her conception are not a relevant topic in light of the fact that she carries my blood, Yakuza blood, and as such, she falls under its mantle and protection," he retorted with utmost seriousness and clarity, emphasizing an intriguing point, a point not beyond comprehension: Amaya was his daughter and had the same rights as the rest. "The process of changing her name, as well as bestowing upon her a new surname, will conclude shortly, and she will officially become a Yagami."

Yesha: *coughs* Good work Aika. Aika: Thank you Commodore... Yesha: How is everything here, Field Executive Mikami? Field Executive Aika Mikami is a 24 year old lady with pearl white skin and a gracious figure. She has distinct Asian facial features. She supports Commodore Romanov in the Directive Dimensional Administration (the support arm of the military fleet) since childhood. She is more commonly known as the Maiden of the Grey who moves the battle group fluidly in Yesha's Absence and commands respect even from the combatants.

A crooked grin spread across his face, and Slate said, “Command the magic, Nya. Feel it.” Nya closed her eyes, wondering why she hadn’t seen this scene ever before, and put her hand over the wound. “Heart of Magic,” she whispered, “I command you to heal this wound. Heal this man, and make him whole again.” Immediately, she felt the power pulsing through her, stronger now than it ever had before. It flowed from her fingers into Slate’s chest, and he closed his eyes as a warmth embraced both of them, a circling breeze like the hottest of summer days engulfing them and sweeping them up into the air. Nya opened her eyes for a second to see a warm, red light spinning around them before they were

"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.

Yamamoto was confident that he was never wrong in assessing and recognising someone, even if he had only met them once and only briefly. His special ability led Yamamoto to become one of the leaders of the Yakuza—the largest mafia organisation in Japan—as well as being a direct descendant of one of the Yakuza's top leaders. Several of his fingers were missing, a sign that he had once made a grave mistake and received a very cruel punishment. The man narrowed his eyes, giving his full attention to a photo that he had deliberately cut out, leaving only the part showing the woman wearing a veil. In appearance, she did indeed resemble someone who would join a radical organisation and attach a su

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

"Hey! You bitch! What are you standing there dumb-shit?! One of the trainees with a skinny body and curly blond hair shouted. Yman wanted to talk back but he wasn't that kind of person who easily bothered by these types of taunts. He already masters the ability of Skin Face level 100, Thick-skinned level 100, Snob level 100 and etc... While watching the unfolding battle, he was thinking that...if only being shameful would make someone stronger, for sure, he would become the strongest magician in no time. He would ascend into divinity or demonize, was it? Welp, whichever of the two. He noted that Almina was the fastest among them all, although, their speed was decreased from the monster's pas

It contained tons of portrait photos. Sora - Page 14 has my face. Hope that helps. Then Issei proceeded to open page 14 to see her picture. It shows a beautiful busty girl with a shoulder length pink hair with pink eyes. She wears what appears to be a magician robe with a black and purple color and she also wears a purple habit on her head. She has big boobs. (https://alicesoft.fandom.com/wiki/Mifa if you want her image). Issei just calmly says that.

“My answer is specifically for your question, and now that you at least have an idea of who I am, let me formally introduce myself, Sakamaki Yuu.” I felt my fingers twitch, from that statement. Has he known about me all along? The unknown male bloomed a smile again. Although he is someone unfamiliar, I have to admit that I was entranced by his smile. His smile made him look kind. “My name is Noel Kieran.” He began, while placing his right hand over his chest and bowing down a bit. “A mage, though not from your world.” He then stood back up. “I believe you are well acquainted with one of my vassals, Izana. He’s the one who informed me of you.”