Meira Touhou Novels & Stories

she weakly scolds him. He lets out a soft chuckle, “Never, xingan baobei. I promise,” he coos before taking her lips in a deep kiss. Doctor Richard is watching them as if he just witnessed a miracle, which in a way I suppose he did. “How did she…” “Mei is a nagata, and one of the few with healing abilities,” I announce as I clutch my stomach. This gets the doctor’s attention, I can see his astounded expression wanting to know more about Mei, but his doctor instinct is kicking in,

We walked along the path I once walked with Yumena. There seemed to be an influx of more students than before. We walked past a group of girls and they all seemed to have colorful hair that started right at their roots. "What are they?" I referred to the group of girls who were now behind us. They were probably going back to the dorm. "Oh, they're Mermaids. The color of their hair indicates what color tail they have. " Saiora revealed some very important information to me.

Our lives are in danger, and maybe, just maybe, that will make him do something miraculous. ‘You got to do something!’ I cry. ‘We are dying!’ Liam’s face twists with pain - he knows I’m right, and suddenly, without warning, one of the ghouls attacks us. It bites Liam’s wings while another screeches and goes for my tail, digging it’s nail into it. I whimper in pain, but there is absolutely nothing I can do. ‘Aurora!’ Liam screams through the mind-link before his eyes start to glow in a bright blue color.

Xuan Wu is an observant fighter who is able to take advantage of his opponent's negligence to become a source of calamity for his enemy. Apart from being astonished by the presence of the Black Tortoise's power in Maolin's body, Fang Bai also occasionally looked at Xiao Ling in surprise. Fang Bai really didn't expect Zhu Qiu to have the slave of a Zunshou Moya’s user, a type of Yokomoya that couldn't be learned. Zunshou Moya allows the user to give orders without being rebutted by the person being commanded. Meanwhile where he was, Xiao Ling was trying to restrain herself from sending orders to Zhou Fu and Xu Xiaofei, once she delivered the orders, it was certain that neither Zhou Fu nor Xu

Am I going mad? Mehera begins to through the doorway. Her gown is a cascade of the purest white satin, its skirt is wide, hiding her feet and causing a snow parade. On her head is a veil of ivory lace that cascades from her head, obscuring her features. Yet, as I stare it—it seems familiar but not because it is Mehera. Does my wolf think this is our mate? It is not.

Kira and I jerked away from each other and to my utmost annoyance, Mira was the one at the door looking livid. “Have you lost your mind, Mira? Why did you make such an entrance?” I asked, holding Kira down with my hand when she attempted to stand up. I saw Mira's eyes lock on the location of my hand. “I should be asking you what you are doing with that slut!” She screamed. Kira gasped, staring at me. “What is she talking about?”

"She knows I'm studying. She's trying to wreck my focus." "I know she is." Maya stood, smoothing her apron, entirely unbothered by the chaos still ringing down the hall. "Which is why I'm going to handle it. I'll get her water, and I'll make sure she stays quiet for the rest of the afternoon so you can actually focus."

No one dares speak—until she does. Meira. Seventeen winters old, with blue dye still woven in her braid from initiation. Young, foolish, but brave enough to stand before me. “High Priestess…” Her voice trembles. “What did you see?” I lift my head. My neck creaks like an old door. The weight of centuries clings to my breath as I force the words through a throat gone dry. “The Hollow-Blood walks,” I rasp. The words ripple through the moonlit chamber like a shiver over a graveyard.

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

“I have given you a kernel of my power, power that was gifted to me from my father, the guardian of the forest known to many as the woodland god. I have also gifted you with your mate, she will be strong when you are not, she is the perfect woman for you and her presence is imminent if your going to win this war,” Netta came closer, placed her fingers to my head and images of Mera flooded my brain, Mera with white tattoos down her back, the image changed and now she’s holding a baby smiling as she sits in a chair in the sacred garden while a little girl plays at her feet. There's a flash in the image change once more and now she’s standing beside me with happy tears in her eyes as we watch a