Menma Next Generations Novels & Stories

"This is what we dreamed about. You playing under fairer rules. Gifts out in the open. Human hearts driving every move." Kane finished the thought. "Our fight created this. We know it every time we watch you. The new generation gets to shine full." The kids dispersed with waves and promises to practice hard. Kane and Elias stayed seated, eyes on the court. "Look at it," Kane said. "Empty now but full of what comes next." Elias replied, "And we did that together. Our bond stays the rock. Mentoring these players keeps the legacy alive. We came far, brother."

Reo said, “It can’t be helped you looking like that, Haru. Mom said you have the gene from our ancestor back in Japan.” I raised my eyes to Reo, wondering what that heartthrob was spouting about now. Isaac asked, “What type of gene is that?” “The Shrine Maiden gene,” Reo replied. Isaac raised his brows. “Shrine Maiden gene? Is that even a thing?” Reo shrugged his broad shoulders. “I think it just means a certain type of appearance. The ancestor from our mom’s side of the family used to have one every generation. It’s always a female though, and she said that person is apparently supposed to be very beautiful.”

"What is it? Can't you see I'm playing with the children?" He sounded a bit annoyed. However, Manfred did not mind. The children were the grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren of his father. His father called all his grandchildren to the cabin as soon as he came back. They had a great time, and they hardly ever left the cabin. That was probably what people called a 'cross-generational bond'. Manfred bowed again and said, "Father, your grandson was badly injured over some conflict. The opponent is a pre-Sanctuary level cultivator. No one can defeat him in the Ray clan except for you."

"I will go to the Land of Clouds. But my son, I will not lose. Let him be a memory, when I was with William." Welas took a deep breath, as he looked closely at his daughter. Aluna's eyes clearly shone, there was sadness, which she tried to hide deeply. "Okay." Welsh sighed. "Father agrees." "Thank you dad." "Yamima will help you, to pack. Tomorrow, you have to leave. And Father, has prepared a house there. Alendra, and Yamima, who will look after you in the Land of Clouds." "Fine. As long as the two of them, don't go too far in my business there."

“The first and eternal one who started the order of Witches and Wizards. The power you feel is your birthright, Meenu. But with that power comes great responsibility. You must learn to control it, or it will consume you.” Demika shakes her head, frustration bubbling up inside her. “But how? How do I control something so wild, so… so alive, so intoxicating yet all-consuming? Just how, Meena?” She laments, almost near tear… the flummoxation written all over her tremulous face on the edge of tearing up. Granny Minama’s gaze softens, and for a moment, she looks like the frail old woman she pretends to be. “It is not an easy path, Meenu,” she says gently. “But you are not the first to walk it.”

Nyla wasn’t sure how she felt about the overall sensation, or lack thereof, except that it was vaguely unpleasant. The General cleared his throat. “It has two purposes: it tracks your location so we can monitor you at all times, and it lowers your body’s natural superiority so that your abilities are much closer to a human being’s.” He glanced at his holowatch before adding, “Your host family will be picking you up in a few minutes. You will start school tomorrow.” School? I’m going to a civilian school? “But I am barred from organized education as a Menhit. We aren’t allowed in schools.” Menhits couldn’t enter any place civilians gathered. They were weapons and stayed with their handlers. T

--- K Whatever NEXT ARC: Leng, The Garden Master UPCOMING TITLE: Eliminate The Emperor's Crown

“How about we ask Diane to sit with you and explain how child development works? She goes to the high school every year to explain it to the health classes.” Leticia’s face brightens up and she smiles at me. “Yes! I’d like that.” “Don’t worry, Tish. The team is working on ways to track when Menae are born based on data from the blade servers. If we can find your sisters when they are young, we can give them support sooner, instead of waiting until they come of age, the way we are for the Leaders and Guardians.” James reassures her. “We’re hoping with Kardiá tou Menae as a collective home base, it will be awhile before anyone has to be reincarnated. We’re trying to be as prepared as possible.

I have my ruts three times a year, and I can confidently say that the moment that I turned eighteen, I never spent another one alone. This was a first for me, and I hated it. I hated it so much. Sitting in my office, it’s all I can think about. I’m finally able to get back to work, and I can’t even get productive. I can’t get it up anymore. I, Aronohai Miyamura, cannot get hard. If I can’t pass on my genes, then this world is fucking doomed. The quality of the next generation has already fucking declined. But how? How do I fix this?.

"The fruit of our relentless research, born from the pursuit of power and justice. He is the first of the new breed of super-warriors, this pack is gonna produce…" "...and trust me, with these new super warriors, we take a bigger and bolder step towards our evolution. Sooner or later, with our emerging technologies, we are all gonna access and activate a bigger and better version of ourselves, and with that, we gonna rule the world… Hahaha." Menelik chuckled menacingly. The air was lit with excitement, and the whole pack clapped and cheered Menelik on, impressed by Menelik's latest achievement. "I mean, look at him." Menelik snickered. "...He is bigger, stronger, and even faster, and right n