Maki Katsuragi Novels & Stories

Violet was the first person he talked to about this issue. Violet sat quietly, she clenched her fists, if Osmund had shared with her about this matter, it meant that he had gradually trusted her. Violet smiled, she was happy about it. Violet doesn't need big things, just a small thing makes Violet happy. The clip in the laptop appeared, Maki wearing a Japanese kimono appeared, she smiled. Maki is the most powerful and knowledgeable vampire a werewolf knows. She doesn't harm humans, she doesn't invade werewolf territory. Violet also has a good feeling towards Maki.

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.

“My dad works for the Tokyo Stock Exchange. My mom’s a hedge fund manager.” Takuto: “…” (What is this? A rich heiress living among us commoners?!) As he struggled to process everything, Misaki stepped closer. Close enough that he caught the faint scent of peach shampoo. “Actually,” she said quietly, “I know who you really are.” Takuto’s heart stopped. “What… do you mean?” “The mysterious advisor of Kimura Corp.” Her eyes sparkled. “The one who saved the company with crayon drawings.” “...!”

A few seconds later, a petite woman with jet black hair and huge silver colored eyes answered. “What can I do for you?” She asked brightly. “I’m Rex Callis, Alpha of the Sakura Pack. I’m just here to extend my packs greetings, maybe meet with Tristan, and give him this.” He pulled the small box from his pocket, displaying the offering Makai had given him.

"Don't you dare lie to me, Krysie. Your electric blue eyes are telling me you're sad. Did you miss your dad?" No, I missed my old life. "Kind of. If you didn't talk about my upcoming birthday, I would totally forget about it." Misaki glared at her. "You shouldn't forget your own birthday. It's a very special day for us because it only happens once a year. It's the day we were born without our freaking confirmation." She twisted her lips and sipped on her milk tea. "Yeah. But it's nothing special just like what you said. My debut last year is just a normal day. After work, I knocked myself in my bed."

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

I called out, straightening the stack of scrolls on my desk. The door creaked open, and Maki, my ever-reliable handmaiden, stepped inside. Her dark eyes flickered with a nervous energy that instantly put me on guard. "Is there something troubling you, Maki?" I inquired, setting the scrolls aside. Maki hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Forgive my intrusion, Luna," she finally began, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's a matter I wished to discuss, but only if it pleases you."

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

Or at least he’d be there to help her clean up her own blood. Slate must’ve finished his directions to the massive man who must’ve also been a dragon shifter at one time, before the Heart of Magic had been stolen from them. The rest of the crowd backed up, and Gator took a defensive stance. Since she hadn’t been listening to Slate when he was talking to the other dragon, she didn’t know for sure what was about to happen, until she utilized her mind’s eye and realized she was meant to attack this gigantic warrior.