Miya Asama Novels & Stories

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

He smirked and pointed his sword to my throat. "You've lost." He said. "Is that so?" I said. He raised his eyebrow. I caught my sword with my left hand. I knocked his sword out of his hand and I grabbed it. With 2 swords, I placed one on his throat and one on his nape. "The match is over. The winner is Ms. Nishimoto Asami." The crowd cheered and I let go of the swords. I bowed in front of him and to the crowd. My father walked up to me and shook my hand.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

I look down and find a card still stuck on it. I sighed and took the card, insert mine and draw some money, then making sure that I tuck my card safely in my pocket. I inspecting the previous card. I was just about to bring it to the shopkeeper boy, just in case someone went back to search for it, when I flip the card and read the contact information behind it, written with a marker. [If you find this card, please call my number, Moira Stephan.] A phone number written below. A pang surged in my chest. Why did moon goddess did this to me? It's been eight years since I left her, yet now our fate aligned again by an ATM machine.

"Tell me everything." Amelia paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Okay," she began, her words measured. "My real name is not Amelia Blackwood. It's Amara, and I'm not entirely human. I come from a lineage of mystics, bound to the Moon Goddess herself." Ethan's eyes widened in shock. "Mystics? Moon Goddess?" Amara nodded. "Yes, we are guardians of the Moon's power, given the ability to channel its energy. It was my mission to protect the Moonlit Meadow and make sure its sacred energy stayed pure."

AASHMAAN". Aashmaan heard her name and turned around to see the person who called her. A bright smile appeared on Aashmaan's face. "At your service", Aashmaan replied and giggled high at the person who was smiling too looking at her beautiful face. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

- added Yumiko at the end with a rather serious face. - Do you really have to bother me with this?- Miyuki looked at her almost pleadingly.- Even if you're right, do I really have to go after the first guy who gets in my sight? Can't I really keep this first time for someone I will truly love?- she asked slightly reproachfully.

She punched me on the shoulder. “OW CAROLYNE! What was that for.” I rubbed my shoulder. “That’s for being stupid. Never think such nonsense again. What could your scumbag of a dad do to me? Did you forget who my brother and dad are? Never do that again. You scared me to death! OH Mia I’m so happy your safe.” She looked me up and down, her eyes growing big. “OH MY MIA!!!” Her finger pointed up and down at me. “Look at you. You look so AMAZING. You were always beautiful but now, look at you!! Your SO WOW.”

There’s nothing wrong with a lady trying her luck when an agitating thought drops in her head. “Well isn’t it my favourite human.” This voice. . . My body comes to a halt at the sound of her voice. A small arm hangs over my shoulder, pulling me closer. It’s Asami. She’s dressed casually in a baggy, peach coloured set sweatshirt with hoodie and sweat pants and as usual, a cap hangs on her head, blocking most of her face from view.