Motonari Mori Novels & Stories

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.

“And then, about a year ago, I received a package.” Yuri blinked. “What?” “It was from Michio-niisan,” said Miki. “The package contained a disc which had information that he had found out about Hitomi-obaa-san’s death, as well as the truth behind Michiru-niisan’s death. In that disc, Michio-niisan told me that he had found out that a mysterious organisation was behind both their deaths. Michio-niisan said that it is otherwise known as ‘Raven’s Gate’, and that they are based in Japan.”

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

Crossing a hand over her heart she started; "Dia dhuit", she greeted politely, "As mentioned, my name is Hikaru Raijin I'm an Ascendant of the Spirit of Lightning. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance", she greeted. "Raijin?" Moira hummed, "Like the God of Lightning in Japanese myth?" she queried politely. Pleasantly surprised Hikaru smiled and nodded, "Similar", she answered, and "He's the Japanese God or thunder, storms and lightning and my father", she stated bowing.

Solmyra said without turning to him. “Yes,” Maeron murmured. “And her mate draws near.” “Will you stop them?” Maeron didn’t answer right away. He closed his eyes and let the wind carry fragments of thoughts into him. He wasn’t born a man. He wasn’t even born a being. He was created, twisted from broken pieces of other warriors and creatures who had once worshipped the moon and bled for it. He didn’t fear pain. He didn’t fear war. But this time, something different tugged at his chest. He could sense the power inside Serena growing. A lunar blessing like hers was rare. Dangerous.

Hikari said. The papers dropped from my hand as Morfan exclaimed, “WHAT!” “Hiri, Morfan?” I asked, scrunching my face. “Yes, Mor. The fact that he could master all the Kazumi skills means his blood is related to the Kazumis. He is my best and only option right now. I hope you understand,” Hikari said. “He’s all yours,” I said, ushering Hikari to take Morfan away. “Wait! Why suddenly? What about Aria?” Morfan tried to free himself from Hikari’s grip, but couldn’t.

, honestly speaking. A guy pulls up with a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. Despite wearing a helmet, Kim can't help but admire the physic of the mysterious boy riding on top of the blue Yamaha motorbike. She smiles, waving flirtatiously at him, making me roll my eyes as the green light comes on, and he takes off before our eyes. "Wow! Did you see that guy? He looks so damn hot!" She says fanning her face. I look at her dumbfounded and nodding my head.

This ritual was most effective because they could listen in on the rogues conversation and hear whatever they were saying. Damien turned his eyes and saw Ariel standing at the corner, their eyes clashed and he immediately looked away, to avoid ruining the ritual. Everything needed to be perfect, he needed everything to be perfect. "Tobias, I hereby bestow upon you Gamma of this pack," he said, as he slit his blood and dropped it on Tobias's forehead. Everyone gasped immediately because that was an unusual event. There hadn't been a gamma for a very long time, they were all surprised.

"That's an interesting theory." "It's the only one I can come up with that makes sense." Victor began stripping down, folding the clothing from his lower half neatly and setting them in the hollow tree. When he leaped forward, a shift rippled through him. If I blinked, I would have missed his transformation from man to the massive slate-gray beast that stood before me.

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.