Mata Rasenggan Novels & Stories

》》Jason《《 I looked in the mirror at my reflection and smiled. "It's perfect," I stated satisfied with the new tattoo on my chest. "Thanks." I paid and left. I went to the chess room where Bruce was. "So what's our plan?" he asked. I sat at a desk and sighed. "So, you are gonna have to quit chess and join me in the kitchen, it's the only place we have a shot at escaping from. On your way to the kitchen you'll go past the wood workshop. I have a friend who said he'll be there during dinner so we'll get a small saw."

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

But i couldn’t shrug off the nagging feeling, that something bad happened to her in that cursed house. “Forse il ragazzo l'ha lasciata” {“Maybe the boy broke up with her?”} Matteo shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. But his words brought me back to my senses, i instantly loosened my tight fist. I slammed the laptop shut and gave Matteo a stern glance. “Get Out.” I barked, my wolf was acting strangely. I needed to be alone before I kill someone, and Matteo was definitely under Maddox’s radar. Matteo pressed his lips into a thin line and bared his neck, in submission.

“Mom!” Becoming alert just in time, I turned to see my mother, Serena, protesting in vain as a rogue of Odessa dragged her toward their queen. Her skin was pale. Her eyes were widened with fear. She was struggling against her captor. My blood froze. Without thinking, I went in that direction, but Marcus caught my arm to stop me.

Mate! Alpha Logan can't be my Mate. He is the most ruthless man I have ever known! My pack, my family, and my own conscious loath his being. I can't be his. I can't let myself get entwined into his dark life when I can stop all this. I can reject him! My wolf twists painfully at the thought of rejecting her mate. I just met my wolf and then my mate. My life is racing on its axis, I am scared things are happening too fast I might lose my mind!

“You’ve found your mate? How? I mean, when? You were depressed just a few weeks ago because you didn’t have a mate! Have you told anyone?” I shook my head and stayed silent, keeping my gaze on Hera. Uncle Dalton followed my gaze and clicked his tongue. “Oh, I see. You’re in the denial stage. What don’t you like about my nephew?” He turned to Hera. “I—I— We’re not mates,” she stammered. “Ouch,” Uncle Dalton said while touching his chest. “This just strengthens my belief that gingers are the spawn of satan. I mean, how could you not like Arlo? He’s strong, kind, cute, caring, warm—“

Gulf startled and said "Huh!!" Mew said, "You are coming with me." Gulf argued "You said you guys having meeting? Na." Mew explained "That's what I am telling. it's already late. come fast." Gulf didn't gave up continue argued: "But why me??" Mew got ran out of patience and said "Don't you see all here with their Luna??" Gulf got confused and said, "But." Mew cut his sentence with a frown and said "What But. Don't you remember you are my Mate"

My uncle snarls once again, his voice sending a shudder through the ground. Daerius looks on the verge of passing out when he glances over at me. “Answer him! He’ll kill you!” I yell, gasping for breath. I see something pass through his eyes, defeat. “She’s my mate,” he says, and everything freezes. Mate? I echo in my mind. That explains a lot, Mitalonys says and I shake my head. No, it explains everything. My uncle slowly lowers Daerius to the ground, his face expressionless. Daerius looks over at me, but my face isn’t showing any emotion either.

Matthew and Rose walked around the area for a bit since the exam hasn’t started yet. Both of them were ready to go. Though they were both not wearing any heavy armour, it was the setup that best suited them. Matthew wore a normal looking blue shirt with a red short sleeved jacket and standard pants. Though these clothing seem normal, they were made out of specially made mana strings which its durability and strength is partly imbued with the user’s. Other than that, he also wore a pair of gauntlets on his forearm. He carried a sword on his back which had a fiery design to it. He also had a badge with the number 3 on his chest.