Mori Buntarou Novels & Stories

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

After confirming that her boss's face was a little less creepy than it had been this morning, Canis finally knocked on the door. "Come in," Alpha Darren said. Canis opened the door and bowed her head slightly. "I'm sorry to interrupt, I'd just like to deliver an anonymous package addressed to" Canis actually hesitated to say it because she feared Alpha Darren would get angry. "To whom?"

“Very true. I was still pretty young, not yet Alpha of my pack, during that battle, so I never really got to know him, but I remember my parents said he was a good guy. They always appreciated everything he and the other bear shifters did to help us against the vamps.” “Forgive me, Alpha, I forgot that you would have been old enough to fight in that battle. Would you like to join us for the meeting later this morning after Leader Bruno arrives?” I ask. I truly did forget. Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle.

He questioned for the umpteenth time that morning. He went to leave but felt something beneath his right foot, something life-like. He lifted a booted foot, revealing a bird laying on it's back , its talon remained intact but it's beak was missing the tip. It's tawny brown wings –matching its feathers from its head to it's belly– were bent backwards, taking its ability to fly. It's russet brown tail was cut off, the proximal part still attached to its russet brown fur which, just like the region from its belly to its hind leg, was similar to that of a lion. A note was pinned with an arrow to it's belly, the spot on the note where the arrow pierced bloodied. YOU KNEW THE RULES, it read.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Kyoko finished Mori’s sentence because she wasn’t sure Akiko had heard about the part of the story where she had been humiliated by Karin. “Mori-san! I’m glad you could join this event.” Ryu greeted him warmly, of course. Mori bowed to him but glanced at Kenji in confusion. Not knowing how to act, his eyes immediately focused on Natsu, who happily shifted into his mother's arms. His disbelief about Akiko's status must have faded upon seeing her. Akiko was indeed married. “Allow me to introduce; this is Kenji Tanaka from Kuryugumi.” Ryu introduced them.

“Kazuo Mori.” Mori inclined his head. “Vane. You’ve been busy dismantling my investments.” Aiden tensed. Mori wasn’t Yakuza street muscle—he was one of the invisible architects, a shadow broker who financed half the tech smuggling between Asia and the West. Silas had crossed him years ago when he refused to launder funds through Vane Industries’ early shell companies. Mori never forgave. “You funded Tanaka’s play,” Silas said flatly. “Used Kane as a front. Why?”

Why is everyone asking me about my hair? "Yes it is.. cool color huh?" Lexi answers in my place. "I wasn't asking you, idiot." The boy says and Lexi gives him a light punch on his shoulder. "Hi, I'm Antonio. But all my friends call me Tony so please call me Tony." I grab his hand and offer him a handshake. "I'm Morgana."

They then, like the 'prentices of Old Melton, played a considerable part in the society of the great cities, and that man was lucky, were he gentle Samurai or simple wardsman, who could claim the Father of the Otokodate for his friend. Chôbei of Bandzuin was the chief of the Otokodate of Gim. He was originally called Itarô, and was the son of a certain Rônin who lived in the country. One day, when he was only ten years of age, he went out with a playfellow to bathe in the river; and as the two were playing they quarreled over their game, and Itarô, seizing the other boy, threw him into the river and drowned him.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”