Mata Tenseigan Novels & Stories

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.

I held my head in my hands, trying to suppress a moan. “It’s a surprise your mate is able to function with his chakras out of alignment and all concentrated in one place,” she said. “Inflating the apparatus are magical strains from Hell, the Norse, and the Greeks. This malevolent form is both wearing down the integrity of your mate’s soul and creating a form of explosive powerful enough to tear down any ward.” “Shit.” I slumped forward. “Every time I come near, he bursts into flame—” “Miss Aibek,” she said, her voice sharp.

she demanded, her voice tinged with urgency. Alpha Haden hesitated, torn between the pull of his instincts and the pressing need to pretend like he didn't want Zaryn off his sight. His inner turmoil was still interrupted by the persistent whispers of Gaya, a voice only he could hear. “Your mate is Tasyra,” Gaya repeated, each chant digging deeper into Alpha Haden's head.

I could easily endure the pain of this, but not if I ever do something that could hurt him. I looked at Mune and touched the glass that separates the two of us. My tears fell down my cheeks. How could this happen? When Kagome and Finn flew away to escape from my comrades who were running to get them, that's when all of these started to happen. "Mune," I say. Trying to telepathically contact him. I saw him, stopping the urge to attack. His furry hair shrinks, returning to its normal state. He looked around. When finally, he arrived at where I am, when our eyes met, the tears came running like a faucet. Mune transformed into his normal appearance, luckily.

I said, looking into her dark blue eyes. Tia sighed and looked at Vincent. When my brother locked eyes with Tia, his eyes grew big, like he understood something. "I was about to reject you guys when I saw you were shouting at the barrier, but I didn't think that I would meet my 100th mate. It will take only a bother to me if I reject him." "So you'll come?" "100th?!" "How old are you?" The three of us simultaneously asked Tia a question. And I hit Vincent and Erik's shoulders. "That's what you guys are curious about?!" I scolded them. Vincent scratched his head, and Erik pouted at me. I rolled my eyes at them. Boys

He said coldly, "I don't believe he's that monstrous. Let me face him." Then, he walked into Tiger Manor. Everyone immediately discussed. "That's a Sanctuary level cultivator." "That's Mister Mateo Sac. He certainly has a reputation."