Marinette Akuma Novels & Stories

Hunter clarified it to them. "That sounds good. If you can hear me, Lady Amara, Akira, whoever you are. Let me tell you that you should go back to our world." Melissa talked to her and touched her forearm. "Ouch!" She screamed and automatically withdrew her hands when it was electrified by Akira's body. Her nasty behavior irritated Akira, and so that is what happened. "You shouldn't touch a single tip of her body," Hunter warned. "She's protected by her subconscious mind."

Their ‘will’ and ‘trust’ to each other are so strong that made them alive till the end. They are the last two people standing in these almost hundred of dead people inside the closed stage. Soon, the host congratulates them, and the wall of the stage opened. On the VIP area, a man with great presence is sitting on the magnificent chair, face covered in a black mask like a fox with a red line like a whisk in its cheek, has said to them. “The survivor of this batch was just a kid, yet has extraordinary skills.” “A boy marvelous in using guns, calm as the color of blue, but has a shadow of the devil inside. Kid, from now on, your name will be— Aoi Akuma, the Gunslinger of the Dark Moon.”

“They’re not just after power. They want me. And if we hide, they’ll only keep circling until they find a weakness.” Maria leaned forward. “What exactly did you see during the ritual, Riya?” I hesitated. The vision returned like a tidal wave: Ama standing with black flames around her, eyes silvered over like a puppet. Behind her—figures cloaked in midnight blue with blood-red sigils carved into their skin. Not witches. Not werewolves. Something between. “I saw Ama... connected to them. Controlled. There were others—taller, stronger. Twisted. Like... they were bred for war.”

Not to mention the fact that if I understood my brother's note correctly, he may know something about, or even be an accomplice to, Axel's abuse. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Amaris," the Alpha says, grinning at me. Then, his eyes go to his son. At Kenton's nod, he turns to the people of his pack. I Look from the two men before me, then turn my attention to the men and women who are standing before the three of us, trepidation creeping in as I watch them lower their heads at the three of us as if I'm someone important to them along with the two men standing next to me. "Everyone, I would like to introduce to you Kenton's mate and the future Luna of our pack, Amaris Redding."

“Be careful, beauty queen. This place is brimming with evil.” Amara and Kell are the ones that discovered Marael’s plan to end the world last year. It turns out that Amara is a Breija. Which in our world is someone who is a mirror seer? Breijas are very rare and powerful women who look into reflections and see visions of deaths. Breijas can also use their powers to travel into worlds and will sometimes even have other powers. Amara found out about the ritual when she began to have debilitating nightmares that affected her body temperature to near death. She didn’t even know what she was when Kell met her. He thought that she was just a normal human girl. Kell is a Nephilim. He and Amara fell

_______________ NEXKOX team" ADRASTEIA INVISIBILITY AKANTHA _STRENGTH ARNOLDO_MOVE FAST BALDOVINO_TELEPATHY DOMENICO_LITTLE EDMONDO_ PLANTER I and my team followed the sinner's daughter without notice by others. And now we found an exact time to attack Lyca. We all get inside to that maze that the assassin made because obviously, he has maze power. My name is Edmondo. I have a plant power like that sinner and we have AKANTHA who has STRENGTH power, so after we kill that sinner daughter we can easily destroy the maze. "now move faster we need to kill that girl immediately and go back to the game!" I shout

“Name yourself.” The woman smiles, amused. “I am Maris Blackriver.” Gasps. Maya chokes. Even Lydia flinches. Because Maris Blackriver isn’t just a rogue. She’s legend. A shaman-wolf, from a line thought wiped out. Witch of the wild. Hunter of corrupted alphas. She survived without a pack—unheard of, impossible, terrifying. And she’s standing here. For me. Her gaze pins me—direct, burning, knowing.

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

Mark sat on the side of the bed and introduced himself, “Hi mate. My name is Alpha Mark Robins of the Moon Touched pack.” Tilting her head to the side, Talon giggled, “Look Amara, my mate talks. Does yours?” Amara laughed at her sister’s words before answering, “I don’t know. He just sits there staring at me with those purple eyes like I have two heads.” “Maybe you should introduce yourself and shake his hand,” Talon suggested. Sticking her right hand out, Amara quietly said, “I am Amara Nisga’a of the White Wolf clan. I am from Alaska.”

I couldn’t plead; there was no way I could say much more with my burst lips. I stole glances at her dragon scale armor, which shone under the sun while she took her battle stance before me. Her wolf, the three-tailed wolf, happened to be the wildest of the arrest wolves after the ghost wolf, which made her one of the strongest in the supernatural realm; I can’t fight her off. “Samantha of the Moon Hound Pack…”