Mata Tenseigan Novels & Stories

“Is this the ceremony? Public humiliation?” “Of course not.” Ronan’s bare hand closed around the silver links without flinching. He drew her back against his chest, one hand settling lightly at her throat—not quite choking, but firm enough to remind her how easily he could. “You’re my mate. They’re only here to witness, as tradition demands.” Behind them a great fire roared to life. Heat rolled over the stage in waves. Mixed with the smoke was a strange, sweet, fruity scent that made Kaela’s knees soften and her vision blur at the edges.

“Fine. Talk.” Taiga’s hand swept across the papers, finding the ones he’d been buried in all night. His voice steadied with purpose. “I stayed up all night studying. And I came to a conclusion. What if they were a pack? Rei, Dante, kouji… and Maya.” The name caught in his throat, hesitation bleeding into his voice. “That’s ridiculous,” Tatsuya scoffed. “Enigmas can’t form a pack.” “Pay attention in Biology and PE, Tatsuya.” Taiga rolled his eyes, a hint of the old brotherly bite returning. “Enigmas can form something similar. Not a pack, but a PACT.”

“At the level we’ve reached in cultivation, heaven and earth power is nothing anymore.” In the wake of their mockery, several other creatures joined in, making the Celestial and Earthly Sages seem like public enemies. Amidst the commotion, Mattaniah of the Iustus Sect closed his eyes and remained motionless. He understood all too well that in times of adversity, one must bend to survive, enduring humiliation until the dawn of brighter days. Regrettably, he could not send out telepathic messages inside the hall. Otherwise, he would have offered counsel to the Celestial and Earthly Sages.

Second junior asked eagerly, “Senior, what is the point of installing a bug now? We should be looking for Aota’s whereabouts now!” Masatetsu replied coldly, “If Aota had really encountered some sort of mishap, then only that Oskian would know of his whereabouts. We will only be able to find out Aota’s location by monitoring him closely then!” As he spoke, Masatetsu sighed softly and said, “Second junior, third junior, both of you should also be mentally prepared to accept the fact that Aota might not be alive anymore…” A sudden and indescribably pained expression was shown on both of their faces at this time.

His gaze briefly paused on her exquisite facial features before saying, "You're one of the elites from the Shinto Way challenging the Martial Arts Alliance, aren't you?" "You have good eyes. No wonder you're so bold," the woman scoffed. "I'm one of the Three Primary Disciples of Shinto Way, Mitsuki Fujiwara. I have defeated half of the so-called prodigies from your country's Martial Arts Alliance. I was going to defeat a few more, but your challenge has ruined my plans."

I bet I am forever written as his mate whom he found later. "I don't think that would work either," I told him honestly, and again I told him to reject me. It ended up with him screaming that he would never do it and it is over his dead body. "I reprimand you from moving out of this pack. You will be forever a prisoner here until you accept him as your mate." Hailey orders me in her luna tone but I didn't even flinch or beg for her to not do it. "Then kill me" I answer.

He shuddered. Now, this guy was standing in front of him wearing black-rimmed glasses, a college sweatshirt, and proudly sporting a "University of Tokyo Math Department" badge like a cat who just caught a particularly helpless mouse. He was grinning like he had just solved an equation that would send Takuto to the history books for all the wrong reasons. "Yo," Matsumoto pushed up his glasses in that smug way only the truly unbearable could pull off. "I heard there's a little kid here who needs to count on his fingers for 1+1?"

Marcus stared at me, his face white. "You're not human," he whispered. "You're a Mute Omega. The rarest wolf in existence." The council elders were shaking. The students were frozen. And Damon—my brother, my protector—looked at me with something I'd never seen in his eyes. Fear. "The Mute Omega hasn't been born in a thousand years," one elder said, his voice trembling. "Her voice can command Alphas. Her howl can tear packs apart. She's not just rare. She's dangerous."

Tengu Tengu (天狗, Tengu?) is a creature in Japanese legend. One of the mountain watchmen Kami, or yōkai closely related to eagles or crows. His attire is similar to that of the yamabushi priests who forged themselves in forests and mountains. Tengu have a long nose, red face, have a pair of wings, and very long fingernails and toenails. Tengu can fly freely in the sky while carrying a staff called a kongōzue, a large sword (tachi), and a leaf-shaped fan (hauchiwa). His work hinders people who want to study Buddhism.[1] His other name is Gehō-sama (外法様, magic lord?). In Japanese there is the expression Tengu ni naru which means "very proud of yourself". This expression probably comes from the

“Good. We’ll start easy.” There’s one person who doesn’t look thrilled. Her name is Mara. I think she must’ve joined after I left for the Nate Games. She’s the only other female here—tall, lean, with dark braids that swing behind her when she walks. Pretty, but cold. At first I thought I was imagining it, but it’s clear now. The way she barely answers when I speak. How she passes things to everyone else with a smile, but sets them down in front of me without meeting my eyes.