Miyuki Shirogane Novels & Stories

It's about showing everyone—all of them—exactly who I am… My body has fully healed now, even the silver burns on my hands. So I know I can take her on. Miyuki takes her stance, her movements fluid and controlled. "No holding back, rogue," she says, her voice cold… "Wouldn't dream of it," I reply, my voice steady as I mirror her stance. For a moment, we're both still, the air between us charged with anticipation... And then… she moves.

He lied. Morrigan walks towards the gazebo in the garden, sitting by the marble seat in front of the pristine marble table as she looks out of the garden. The cold surface of the marble caressing her skin. "Have you recognized your offense?" She asked meaningfully. Observing Colfre's reaction, trying to see if he would recognize what offense she was meaning to tell. Colfre nodded his head briefly. Standing upright in front of Morrigan. His hands clenched beside him, his chest out. The emblem on his armor glimmering under the rays of sunlight. Morrigan rested her hand on the marble table. Propping her head on one of her hand, gazing at him with disinterest etched in her eyes.

“Yuki Snow.” The equivalent of Kyle with the guardian God Capricorn, its image follows different from the reflection and shard of her existence, as HE continues. “Nariko, Arashi, twin of the guardian God Gemini.” Holding the image and shard that Gilbert and Nate hold as the reflection of them, HE utters the rest of their name, yet hides the succeeding guardian Gods as HE names. “Hinata, Kyoko, Haru, Daikichi, Sapphire, Arata, Levi, and the two important ones.”

"Did you think that I wasn't a warrior?" "If we can be honest," Blake chimed in, looking a bit confused. "I didn't expect you to be a warrior at all." "This is going to be fun," Miki said. He looked over to her to see a huge grin on her face. Shiro shared that grin. Not many people knew much of his sister. He would like to change that. She was going to be the next Luna of their pack after all. "Perhaps you'd like to train a little, then?" Shiro asked Blake. "My sister loves new challenges."

They lowered their heads and answered, "Yes, Miss Chiba.' The woman in costume turned back and bowed again to the other people in the hall. She said in a sweet voice, "Hello everyone. I'm Chiba Mieko from the Yagyuu family in Japan. Please allow me to apologize for whatever mistakes they made today. Please rest assured. I'll punish them hard as soon as I get back." When she was doing that, the Japanese man stood by and watched. He didn't talk but his face showed his pride. He was the young master of the Yagyuus in Japan, named Yagyuu Hirai.

"Kenji Miyoshi..." I squinted my eyes, fully aware of who he was. Kenji Miyoshi was one of the members of the Miyoshi Clan, one of the aristocratic clans, who worshipped the Moon Goddess and the other deity they claimed as the Fox Goddess. He was also the new Alpha of the Moon Garnet pack. Kenji wore an intriguing smile on his lips. "Well, well, if it isn't Kasumi Azai, the daughter of the former Alpha of the Red Sun pack and quite the disgrace to the Azai Clan," he remarked with a mocking tone.

Penelope walked out without a word, doing as I said. William looked bothered and confused, but like I warned him before. Flashback "you are now going to serve me, as my oracle and you will forever be loyal to me and only me. " I finalized. "What makes you think I'll be forever loyal to you as your pet, so you can use Edriana and I as you please? I won't allow it," he argued. I shook my head smiling, "William, you don't understand who you are getting into, I am Noella, and let me be very clear, Noella is very sly and cunning. I can manipulate even the strongest man alive." I Said confidently.

I'm stunned by her use of my proper extensive name and not quite sure how to answer. Tyboll, also with long hair and a decided spark in his eyes, steps around Veda and places his hand out. "Forgive my mate, she loves full titles." The she-bear playfully slaps his arm. "Please call us Tyboll and Veda and we shall call you simply Sierra," he says.

Marcus said. Adrian took a slow drink from his glass. “I usually am.” Marcus smirked. “That’s what makes you interesting.” Adrian didn’t respond. But he didn’t leave either. Marcus leaned forward slightly. “Tell me something.” Adrian glanced up. “What?” “Is it true?” “What?” “That you’re the king’s executioner.” Adrian shrugged. “Yes.” Marcus let out a soft whistle. “That’s a dangerous job.” Adrian set the glass down. “They all are.”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.