Miroku X Inuyasha Novels & Stories

The two creatures were ready to attack Eren, Zoya and Miyuki with their sharp claws. "No!!" Zoya shouts. But before the creature's sharp claws hit the three of them's bodies, Miyuki suddenly unleashed her special ability. She took out some kind of transparent shield to protect the three of them from the beast. The two beings continued to claw with their long hooves, trying to pierce through the shield that was released by Miyuki. “Miyuki, you are great!” praised Eren. “I can't hold them back for long! Hurry up and kill them!” said Miyuki while bringing out all her might. Eren and Zoya shot the creature several times, until finally both creatures fell.

Kotori reminded him with a smile. Harris shook his head. "Saburo can run fast too. He's our best here," pointing to Saburo who was elegantly drinking from his miso bowl. Mika giggled. "Yes, but he's already a senior. You're a rookie and you're almost as fast as him. Even I can't dash as fast as you, you know? I'm sure even you can beat Saburo in windtalking someday. No offense, Saburo," she looked nervously at Saburo.

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.

Mirovir picked up a stick, carefully picked up one of the bundles and went to the otherworlder. It took Tink a moment to realize that the sound of the hammer had ceased to be heard for some time. The sun's rays with life-giving warmth fell on his skin, wrapped his whole body in a pleasant veil, as if expelling chilly waves of weakness from him. It hurt to look at the bright colors of the day, so he closed his eyes and did not notice how he began to fall asleep. He did not hear Mirovir's steps; if desired, the werewolf could move completely silently. Only through drowsiness did he feel something fall on his face, in the next moment a prickly and sharp pain forced him to open his eyes with a c

She was the epitome of grace under pressure. Sasha was less composed than Aki, but he could take care of business just as decisively. He generated ice nunchakus and activated his Yami o Miru Me Jutsu (Night Vision) to see in the fog. He dropped two pirates easily enough. One was a weird fire Slayer with a Mandarin hat, a catfish mustache and terribly rotten teeth; the last didn’t stop him from grinning and laughing maniacally. Sasha suspected he felt an adrenalin rush each time he threw dangerous explosives, which seemed to be his specialization. Those were small spheres made of rough glass and stuck with short fuses. He must’ve planned to lob his bombs at random and watch everything go up i

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

It has turned stiff and aggressive. “I don’t need your permission,” a male voice joins in; a voice that is imprinted in my head, my body, my entire existence. My grip on the gun tightens. “Aurora, I know you’re there,” Mir declares confidently. I force the saliva down my throat. “Quit the games. It’s not funny anymore.” Xavier turns around to make sure I’m OK. I nod.