Mamori Eyeshield 21 Novels & Stories

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w

“Welcome to Rohai Corp, Hagakure Sorahiko.” They shake hands— two unwilling players of whatever ridiculous game Miyamura is playing. “As is mine, Mr Yamato”. “Please call me Eiji”. He refuse to be so formal with such a kindred soul. Any person that sees past Miyamura’s glamour is a person worth speaking to. “Only if you call me Sora”. “Sorahiko”. “Yamato”. A smile here, a grin there. And, it's a deal. ⸻ Five minutes after Sorahiko leaves his office, Eiji’s intercom buzzes.

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

Damn Nami! _______

I thought to myself, cringing inwardly. My eyes landed on Mirai, who offered me an encouraging smile. Her straight white hair flowed around her, so long, it draped down past her chair. Her eyes, the same platinum white, were tinged with just a hint of darkness where her irises and pupils should be, giving her an air of mystery. She wore a lavender crystal sphere around her neck that glowed faintly from within. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of power resided inside it. I could always feel the energy radiating from it whenever she was nearby. I gave her a nearly imperceptible nod before looking away.

Mama gushed as she began to shed tears. "Ma mamma, il bulbo oculare di Pablo è blu, questi carini hanno il bulbo oculare grigio" (But mama, Pablo's eyeball are blue, these cutie are having gray colored eyeballs) Martina argued. Only for mama who was Emotional, to pick up her slippers and stone them on Martina who ran for her dear life.

Carmen laughed as Camila pushed her away. "Is Seth gone yet?" The kitchen door opened to reveal another maid. This one was beautiful, very beautiful she could be a model. She had long blonde hair and bright grey eyes. She was tall and wore a short and baggy shirt that spelled "Demon Slayer" with an animated character on it with a sword.

While he remained motionless and basked in the pool of pleasure, Marie extended the claws on her fingernails. Rapidly, she shoved her sharp index finger in his left eye, which produced a painful groan from his lips. He attempted to rush out, but Marie held him in place. “What the fuck is wrong with you, lady? Fuck! Fucking stop it!” he whimpered loudly, then again she didn't care. Done extracting his bloody eyeball, a smile formed on her lips. She parted her lips then threw it into her mouth. “Oh fuck! How delightful” Marie shivered as she savored the deliciousness of it. Again, she shoved her finger into his right eye, only for him to scream raucously.

The room grew quieter as everyone awaited what was about to happen. A few tense minutes later, the maid returned with Dame. The boy's eyes widened with excitement as he spotted me, and he ran into my arms, hugging me tightly. I scooped Dame into my arms, relief flooding over me as I felt his warmth and saw the familiar spark in his eyes. Ignoring the tension in the room, I planted gentle kisses on his face, reassuring myself that he was unharmed. My hands ran over his small body, checking for any signs of injury. "Are you okay, buddy? Did they hurt you?" I asked, my voice filled with a mixture of concern and anger. Dame shook his head, his grip on me tightening.