Mata Tenseigan Novels & Stories

The sound of Zone’s boots echoed down the hallway as he stormed into the war room. I could see anger in his eyes. Ardan, Rachel, and I were huddled over maps and scouting reports, discussing strategies to secure the territory. “We have a problem,” Zone said as he tossed a worn scrap of fabric onto the table. I picked it up, frowning. The material was torn and dirty, reeking faintly of magic and rogue wolves. “What is this?” Ardan asked coldly as he straightened his back to face Zone.

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?"

Maiko on the other hand is a literal angel and left earth behind. Kazuha's character; Matsuri on the other hand is the most different from her real life counterpart the most. She is short, has white hair in bunches, wears headphones and is mute but her powers and strength rivals most. And her affiliation isn't with Daisuke but with her own secret group. At first Cai Kang thought that Kazuha would become his enemy which is why he was so defensive against her. While her methods are not agreeable, they do share the same desire for peace.

Matt's once easygoing personality has slipped away to be replaced by the stern deadly Gamma I know hides underneath constant jokes and laughter. With a final nod to me, Matt steps further into the challenge area, his aura swirling around him like a storm. The closer he gets to the center, the more his energy pulsates into the air around us, reaching out into the crowd and making the sitting members shift uncomfortably. Matt's father, Toby, meets him in the middle. Both men look like the Gods of death in their black tactical gear, their faces stoic and lethal as they shake hands.

How could there possibly be a Martial God who was willing to lower himself to someone else’s level? Yang Xiao stopped advancing and indifferently looked at the heavily injured Tengyuan Qianye. “Oh?” Tengyuan Qianye roared hoarsely, “My boss is Miyamoto Tianye, the ancestor of the Miyamoto family, one of the four Japanese great SG Chaebols!” After he finished speaking, he tried his best to laugh at Yang Xiao and said, "As long as I call him over, he will be here soon. Boy, are you afraid?”

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Mato breaks the tension by clearing his throat as he throws his hand out dismissively; his eyes unable to meet my own while he glances sheepishly off to the side, “Other than a colossal pain in the backside? She isn’t someone you need to worry about.” Gathering enough courage to meet my unshifted scowl, Mato buckles beneath the pressure and looks back. Fidgeting instantaneously, he picks away at a piece of loose string dangling from the cuff of his worn checked shirt as if he were trying to redirect his unsettling nerves, keeping them occupied by the one sole action. With a straight face, Mato falsely coughs when my dubious expression tightens even more—sternly showing that I’m no longer in

“Whatever this is—it’s confusing. Irritating. Spare me your games, Mata. Matthew, enough of these gimmicks. Just tell me why I’m here and stop wasting my time.” My words cut through the air like a blade. For a moment, the only sound was the clink of silverware as one of the waitresses adjusted a tray at the far end of the table. Then Mata rose to her feet. Slowly her chair scraped back against the polished floor, and her shoulders squared as she looked straight at me. Her voice trembled slightly, but there was an edge of sincerity I hadn’t heard from her before. “No, Selene I’m real this time. I’m not pretending.” Her gaze didn’t waver, though her fingers tightened at her sides.

human. "Mate!" My wolf growled.

The murmurs begin, but Jarl grabs the microphone and asks for everyone's attention, formally starting the press conference. (...) In Tierra de Pinares, Ragnar is mesmerized staring at the screen of his notebook when he receives a call from Maite. "It has started, alpha," the woman says on the other end. "I'm watching. Do you have the other thing we talked about prepared?" Ragnar responds calmly. "Everything is ready, alpha, just need to wait for the right moment and it's done." "Do it this weekend." "I'll take care of everything, alpha."