Megurine Luka Hatsune Miku Novels & Stories

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

“No! I will just need to breathe it into you!” “That does not sound any better but even so, does not seem like I have a choice now does it?” “No, you do not have a choice what so ever.” Softly she blows out darkness from her mouth into Mukura’s mouth. Mukura smiles, as if she was relieved or delighted over everything with her eyes pitch black. Mukura modifies her outfit turning it into a lioness skin outfit covering all over. “A lioness!” Gwanhoya smiles looking at Mukura, “You are an interesting one!”

(Hey, Miku, what kind of ring do you think would suit your sister best? "Chotto matte...mou onee-chan no koto zenzen wakaranakunatta yo. Saigo ni atta no itsu datta kana...ima wa donna mono suki nano ka mo wakaranai," Miku murmured. (Wait a sec...I don't even know my sister anymore. When was the last time I saw her? I don't even know what she likes now.)

Because maybe other than a prize to get compete in another competition, maybe they should get a chance to become a friend with the guests. Neu disagreed with it and he asks Sabu-sama "Are you a fan of one from them?" Sabu-sama says to Neu that it was not a fan but it was more than that. Neu then remembered about the 'More than friends but less than lovers' thing. He then asks Sabu-sama "Which one?" Sabu-sama was so shocked when he heard that from Neu. It sounds like Neu already knows about one of them. So Sabu-sama then just tell Neu about it since he asked "It was a guest called Miku." Neu never heard of that name during the event. Maybe it was the normal guest that they meet at that time.

Lucian Dragomir just looked at me and the Blazing Wukong in my soul did a full kowtow. I am seventeen, 100 % Japanese 100 % walking solar flare, and I have never once been rendered mute. Until now. He’s sitting there, eating fries like a normal senior, except every time he blinks the overhead lights flicker and the air smells like Carpathian pine and lightning. I march over before my friends can stage an intervention. Seras (voice only shaking a little): “Lucian Dragomir, right? Seras Himuari Nakamura. You just put Remy on his ass like it was choreography, and I think my heart just filed for citizenship in your general vicinity.”

Lauren [Gengar from below use Hex] Suddenly dark clouds form under Mewtwo who is standing there releasing a large amount of power in its berserk state as it didn't notice suddenly a large red eye comes from below and passes through Mewtwo freezing him on the spot as it flinches and a large amount of damage is done to Mewtwo. Lauren [Now sucker punch]

"I see things. Come in. We have much to discuss." --- The cabin was cluttered. Books, candles, strange jars filled with glowing liquids. A fire crackled in the hearth. "Sit," Elara said, gesturing to a worn couch. We sat. She sat across from us, studying me. "The Mute Omega," she said. "You're smaller than I imagined." "I get that a lot." She laughed—a warm, raspy sound. "I like you." "Can you help me?" She tilted her head. "I can try. But I need to see what you're capable of first."

“But you’re too beautiful to waste.” I slapped him. Then I kissed him back. Because I needed his darkness more than his loyalty. Lira’s coronation was drowned in moonlight and blood. The traitor packs howled her name. She wore a crown of bone and frost. “Let them see their ruin,” she told her mirror. Then she laughed. Because it was my face reflected in the glass. The old wolves met in silence. Alpha ghosts, buried kings, forgotten Lunars. They demanded tribute from me. I gave them nothing, only blood. The pact sealed in my veins. The eclipse lives in you now, Seris said. With it… comes war.

**"Did you miss me?" Ravel fires her crossbow. The bolt phases through him. **"I'm not here. Not anymore. But *she* is."** A tank hisses open, spilling green fluid. Inside floats a girl, no older than twelve, her skin etched with glowing circuits. **Lira's** face. "Another mimic?" I say, static prickling my palms. The girl's eyes snap open-gold, pupil-less. **"No. A *successor*."**

She quickly stood up, walked to the door, and hesitated for a moment before opening it. To her surprise, Marcus was standing there, and beside him was a stunningly beautiful woman. She had long, dark hair that flowed down her back and striking green eyes that sparkled with warmth. Her smile was radiant, and Lune immediately felt a sense of calm just looking at her. “Hey, Lune,” Marcus greeted with a friendly smile. “I hope we’re not disturbing you.” Lune shook her head and smiled back. “Not at all. Please, come in.”