Manwha Novels & Stories

His chest was rising hard and falling, his eyes darted from corner to corner in fright. "Relax, friend," Lord White said. "We are friends. We are here to help." The man whispered, "Here to help." "Yes," Lord White said. "Here to help. What happened to your men, and ships?" The man closed his eyes, and quickly shook his head as if in an attempt to shake off a dreadful memory, but it wouldn't leave. He looked up at Lord White. "She said it would not leave." "Who said?" Lord White asked.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Shamelessly. He looks so calm and beautiful as he listens to the man who's seated opposite him. I really can't make out the other man but there's a dark haired girl who's hanging next to him. I lick my lips out of my own free will as I slurp from my drink. The blond haired man looks up and a pair of bright blue eyes stare into my soul. I can't look away. I try to look away but his blue orbs are mesmerizing and I'm awed at his beauty.

After thirty minutes of meditation, he finally replied. " She is not your mate. Although you have mated with her and claimed her, you two are not connected because there is another," he said. " How is that possible?" Hilda asked, bewildered " Once you have rejected an unclaimed mate, there would be no more connection. He rejected her and mated with and claimed me." she explained. " Yes that is the wolf law," the shaman, answered " It is an unbeatable law if the two parties involved are werewolves or a human and a werewolf, but Alpha Alex's case seems to be different." he finished, and I leaned closer to listen.

(Park Hwa) “Just like you~..dream off girl…you were nothing like her..more like a dried squid is what you looks like…but..seriously..the gangster stuff actually leads to that old Senator arrest…I guess that is really just how big the incident were….…woah!..what the heck?!…Girls..isn’t this that White Star Entertainment Manager?…woah!..is that drugs?..”. (Jae Heol)

“Since you are so great, why don’t we have a spar” Mane wanted to spar with Dan? Over the past few weeks, they had sparred a few times. Every time they fought, it was with a handicap. Dan only fought with one arm. He always fought with only his left arm, and never used his right arm or his legs. Mane who knew that Dan was right-handed, was very much aware of the fact that Dan had never fought seriously. It served to reinforce his belief that Dan was a First Generation Mystic Path Warrior who survived the battle against the Winged Serpent. His reasoning was simple.

He also has his hands behind his back and I don’t know why. “Well look whose up” the man says. His voice is rough and grates on my already frazzled nerves. “Welcome to Thornback Nova. We don’t have a lot of rules here. Basically submit and obey and you wont get punished. Not complicated at all”. It is the most patronising tone I have ever heard.

Goat’s head snapped to the side and the roar of the men’s excitement reached new levels. Goat’s punch glanced off Weasel’s ear, and then it was game over. Weasel kept going, each punch hitting its mark. Red spots appeared on Goat’s body, but Weasel didn’t stop. He kept landing punches wherever he could, letting the rage take over as he beat Goat to death. He didn’t stop until his face was a bloody mess, and when he finally got to his feet, blood dripped from his taped hands.

Green text scrolls rapidly against a black background. > ECHO_FRAGMENT_7F INITIALIZED. > SEEKING HOST. > HOST FOUND: MIA. > PROTOCOL: EDGING. "Stop," I whisper, trying to close the window. It won't close. The toy in my panties ramps up. It’s not the smooth, tailored rhythm Echo used to use. This is erratic. Glitchy. Like a scratched record skipping over a scream. Buzz-buzz-STOP. Buzz-buzz-STOP. My breath hitches. I squeeze my thighs together under the table.

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."