Mononoke Hime Ashitaka Novels & Stories

An obnoxious white wolf came out of nowhere. I took a step back as she sauntered toward me, a grimace plastered all over her face as if she was going to pop up the hell outta me. "Accept who you are, Aksha." I nodded in panic. "Welcome, Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie." I catch a glimpse of my hands, turning into white hairy legs. Or was I imagining things? A howling voice echoed in the forest as I opened my eyes.

Monojit took charge of the introductions with the desire to steal the limelight from his rival this time. "Nice names you got there. Asha means hope. Monojit means the winner of the heart. Ronjon means the art of coloring." He observed Ronjon's face, his reaction to his words, and found none. The young man remained unperturbed. "You have a strong heart, boy. Good, I like that. I believe you're a dutiful son and will be a good husband and father. I believe you've been painting your life colorfully." He gazed at Asha, "Girl, who among these two is your husband."

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

With the beast's life force extinguished, Paige released a breath of relief. "Honey, what’s the rank of this phantom-beast?" asked Paige, watching as Akasuki, the kunoichi who tended to carry herself in a relaxed and unresponsive manner, gruesomely plucked out the creature's eyeballs. Such a scene, as usual, caused Alice, the girl who held an affinity for celestial magic, to puke nearby.

I can feel the warm sea air touching my cheeks. “You can never go back. You can never talk about your past, or where you came from. Do you understand?” An old woman crouches beside a girl of ten wearing a pink dress, her icy blonde hair braided down her back. Sarah, as a child, standing with Mrs. Havisfield in front of that gnarled tree on Mononoke Island. “He has to believe you’re dead, child. I know you don’t understand. You’re a very special girl, but no one can know that.”

Kamiigusa Misaki. "Monica-kun, do you know about anime?" Misaki looked at Monica in surprise, recalling what Monica had told her just now, with her experience and skill, she could quickly understand what Monica meant in his comments before and if she modified the anime based on Monica's suggestion before, then her anime could become more perfect.

“But both of you should remember that we’re all just rationalizing the actions of the Ayakashi. Nobody could really know what she was thinking.” “That goes without saying,” Aki said, “but ghosts often have unfinished business. Purpose that they failed to complete when they were still living.” “Actually, the more I thought about it,” Sasha said, “the more I felt that Himiko wasn’t really a ghost. At least technically. She’s more of a doppelganger, you know, like in Bushinjutsu.”

Tokage jumped and swam back to the shore rapidly. "So?" Asagi asked. "P-P-Person! That's a fvcking person!" he exclaimed. "Then why didn't you pulled it back here?" he asked him which made him think about it. "Oh, right. Sorry about that." He went back to the water and pulled the person out of the water. Asagi went to see the body. "It's a woman. She looks like a middle-aged one and..." he looked at Ram who also has the markings as her.

Yumiko gulped and looked down on her lap. "I know you are interested in the secret as to how Kazuha got her eyes. You see, the Hinagi clan had used to be born with red eyes that turn silver but years of bad bloodlines have gotten rid of that trait, and yet the silver eyes remain. She may had her silver eyes that day but the rest of us had regained our red eyes on certain circumstances." Konomi frowned. "Anger, despair, fear-" Then she looked at Kaori who was now displaying fear upon seeing her glowing scarlet eyes that looked like they want to tear her to shreds. "-and it started with you." The girl then turns to see Konomi staring at her with her chocolate eyes turning burgundy.

With her. “I’m not choosing you,” she said. Elias’s expression softened into something like sadness. “Then you’re choosing death.” The monolith split down the centre with a thunderous crack. From the gap crawled a shape larger than any of the shadow-wolves — a beast built of bones and ash, eyes like black suns, claws dragging trenches in the earth. The runes along its body glowed red, matching the veins in the sky. It roared, a sound that shook the trees. The Hollow itself seemed to lean closer.