Mako X Ryuko Novels & Stories

A few minutes later, the Rolls-Royce Ghost started and followed behind the discreet vehicle. Inside the Ghost, Shingen was sitting face-to-face with the others. He lit up a cigar and gave it a huff before asking, "What's your view with the Xaviers' attitude in this?" "Very strange," Mizukakushi said. She was a sensual woman with a figure typical of an Islander. She was also someone who could make it to the big screen. However, a woman like her was extremely sensitive to all kinds of information. She had found out many useful things when she was with Shingen.

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.

It doesn't matter what is real or not anymore since she now knows her feelings for her are more real than the dragon instinct in her. "Maiko, I will protect your memory." Cai Kang walked in to see everyone in a healing session. Ryosuke got patched up by Nuying but is still in bad shape. Seeing Cai Kang in a female form made Ryosuke nod slowly. “Thank god, you’re back.” Cai Kang can see that everyone is smiling at her. They did it. *

Ryu explained, but it only led to more questions. "What do you mean? What do you mean being raised to be brutal?" Kyoko couldn’t imagine the situation Ryu was describing. "Let me explain," Yui interrupted, glaring at Ryu. He started the explanation from the middle. "Do you know about Hayato?" Yui asked. "Yes, Akiko’s father. The first son of Masaki Tanaka—Nidaime," Kyoko replied, sharing her knowledge.

MIA: she's slightly yandere but let's not talk too much about it. RIN: the fact that she can beat people up without magic should be considered its own form of magic. she utilizes her tools perfectly. VICTOR: yeah, the teleporting genius. there isn't much to say yet. YAMATO: the O.P. gourmet chef. expect more from him. TANAKA: no need to talk, she already knows that you think about her. WARAMAKI: master of all elements. he's not the avatar though. KOJIRO: he also has a strong mental barrier. he can be untouchable if he wants.

she said. Alex spat out another mouthful of blood. His body shook even more, and his face grew paler by the second. In fact, he could only stop himself from falling by kneeling on one side. He chuckled with difficulty. “You call this…fulfilling your promise? Indeed, nobody from Japan is trustworthy. You’re all scums.” “What?!” Maiko exclaimed angrily. She was a royal member of Gokudo Soshiki, and she held a position of great importance. How could she be called a scum?

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

Rat was right behind him, followed by two other Hounds I’d known for months. They skidded to a halt in the center of the room. The scene was a nightmare. The room smelled of fresh blood. I was covered in Rico’s blood. Rico lay at my feet, his chest stationary, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Rico..." Rat whispered, his voice trembling. He dropped to his knees beside his brother, his hands hovering over the wounds. "No. No, no, no." Mako’s gaze swung to me. His eyes were a dark, bottomless red. The shift was already taking him. His jaw was elongating, his teeth sharpening into serrated daggers.

I nodded my head, still patiently waiting for him to answer my question. "I'm Mako," he said, "Orion marksman." He had some sort of Russian accent, but the thought of Orion having a sniper around him made me wonder if he's actually as strong as he claimed to be. Kate and Kira caught up with me, and both of them seemed to know Mako. "Mako," Kira called, "Good to see you." "Good to see you too, healer. I'm glad you're both okay," then he turned to face Kate, "Good job newbie, expect a deer from me."

Awkwardness falls between all of us and we try to keep our eyes off of Jia as he returns to the holding area. The next two champions enter the arena. A Bronkark with brown hair and Gold Status Modok. The crowd sets them off with the traditional growl, and the Bronkark makes the first move. He charges and swings at Modok with all his strength, but Modok dodges easily. Almost as if he knew the large Bronkark would use the move. The Bronkark recovers from his miss quickly, but Modok again predicts his next swing. This time the missed blow throws the Bronkark off his footing, and Modok strikes. He punches the Bronk in the throat and the orange giant gags. Modok doesn't give a second to recover.