Moku Moku No Mi Novels & Stories

(Amanda Fernard) Even with so many problems, I put them aside a bit and watch my bare feet under the gray-colored wall as my body lies on the bed, as the music plays, my feet tapping to the beat and I swing my head from side to side as the absurdly loud melody of the music: O sétimo Hokage (The seventh hokage) - 7 minutoz, plays in my headphones. I have no idea how I haven't gone deaf yet. This is the part I am most identifying with at the moment:

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Eli held his hands up in the air and said, "Fine, fine, take away all the fun of letting your big brother have a peak of whatever delicious little creature you have down there." Eli sniffed the air. Whoever she was, she smelt fantastic. He had never smelt something so good before. The air smelled of sea salt and coconuts, like he just took a tropical trip to a far away island. His wolf stirred and didn't want to leave, but Eli needed to give his brother some space to finish up. He would get a chance to meet his little brother's new play thing eventually. Ethan never was serious with whoever he dated because he knew he would end up like Eli, having to choose a mate based on his parents' picki

"Send two alive and one butchered, then." "Yes boss."

“Because you’re not allowed to unravel. That’s my job.” He smiled, and this time it touched his whole face. “Deal.” Moses groaned beside them, dramatically putting his head down on the table. “I am trapped in a prison of PDA.” Joy pulled back just enough to shoot him a grin. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Momo.” “You two are disgusting,” Mika said, but she was smiling into her rice. The tension in Fiero’s shoulders finally began to drain as he picked up his fork and took a bite of food.

There was no arrogance in it this time but only that same quiet awareness that made me feel seen, maybe too much. Then my name was called. I moved to the center. The room felt smaller somehow, the weight of a hundred eyes pressing against my skin. “Elior Vane,” the instructor said. “Begin.” I exhaled slowly and reached for that fake Alpha energy- the one I’d practiced countless times. I pushed a small, steady breath into the sensors, praying it would read as neutral. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then the suppressant faltered.

The scene looked magical and Eldion could not help but feel mesmerized by what he saw. Then, Eldion remembered what Rolho told his students about some of the plants of Rokuhari. Moksua had beautiful flowers but can make its victims lose consciousness before feeding on them. Eldion quickly covered his nose and used his fire ball to destroy the flowering plants. The moksua seemed to scream eerily as they wilted and burned under Eldion’s fire.

One step at a time. One step at a time.