Mai Zenin Novels & Stories

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon

And for a elemental mage like me, I am very low with spirituality because of mana. Zen was first stunned but immediately agreed. He raised his hand and said to the lady. “I want to buy that blessed weapon.” The Lady immediately look at him in surprised but immediately nodded. “Deal!” Zen throw the bag of money and at the same time the lady throw the weapon. Muntik pa akong umilag dahil akala ko matatamaan ako, but thankfully Zen caught in grace. The other just watch the exchange happened, some might even look at us in dismaay and slight envy.

These must be Zen’s parents. I’ve seen a portrait of his father before, at SeraphFall Manor, but I must’ve missed his mother’s. Zen definitely looks a lot like his father, in matters of height and built. But where his father has icy blue eyes and deep blond hair, his mother is the opposite. Midnight hair is flowing in gentle waves around a beautiful face, and the silver eyes that I know so well are looking back at me. Unlike most portraits I’ve seen, this one isn’t one of stiff sophistication or unkind grace. Instead, Zen’s mother is grinning brightly and looking at the painter. Zen’s father is looking at her instead, with a deep smile and dimples in his cheeks.

Zen pressed his lips into a thin line. “What did these two children even do to deserve this kind of treatment,” Zen mumbles under his breath. “Why am I even caring about the second one it’s just like one of the others who used to be one of the things for sir” Zen mumbles removing 4 eggs out of the freezer along with the boneless meat out. Placing it on the counter “Oji-san?” Koishi stood in the middle of the street in the bright daylight as the smile spreads across the face of Zen.

Who was Li Chenzhan? He was the top giant in the gray area of the Central Plain. It was said that the death of Wang Tianlong, one of the three magnates, had something to do with Li Chenzhan. In the past few years, Miyamoto Zhengxiong had never fought with Li Chenzhan. He had only been close to the first giant Mr. Feng. What frightened Shinichi Miyamoto was, why did the guy in front of him invite Li Chenzhan, the God of Massacre, here?

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

His golden red hair was tied in half, and he let the remaining strands of his hair scatter in the wind. While his robes were bright gold, and I didn't expect him to wear armor to meet me. Is there going to be a big war? By now, those green eyes were looking at me with piercing gaze, and his arrogance was visible in his jawbone and the dimple in his chin. Midaz looks exactly like an angry Greek god. Midaz, or rather Minami Dazune. His name is not at all like his face and appearance. He really doesn't look like Japanese.

SAGE “This is the contract you both go through it before signing and remember I’m doing this for your interest. But you must know that you try and make things work. The man can not call it quiet but rather the woman. Sage, I’m being very precise because I know how obstinate you tend to be but you know better than to defy me” she states in a warning tone narrowing her stare at me to which I shrugged.

The scoreboard hadn’t even lit up, yet the tension was already electric. Their opponents, Kujin Tai, stood across the court, dressed in dark forest green and white. Sharp uniforms, sharper stares. But it was their ace, Midorin Haizen, that drew the most attention. Tall, lean, and eerily calm, he spun the ball on his finger with surgical precision, unreadable emerald eyes scanning the court like a predator. Maya Yesuda leaned against the bench, his light blue hair tied in a loose ponytail. Sharing what he knew. He kept his tone casual as he spoke to his team mates .

No wonder that person ran back into closed training yesterday after asking him to watch over Xiao Chen. "You little bastard, be polite! He is one of our sect's ancestors, his name is Zang Zen. Even I can't fight him, let alone you!" Ming Yue shouted, warning Xiao Chen about the figure in front of them. But Xiao Chen didn't care who the man was, he even said firmly that he wasn't afraid and that this was none of Grandfather Qin's business.