Naruto Orochimaru Son Novels & Stories

Stella asked suspiciously. "There are Dark Shadow's men safeguarding him. However, the man who captured the Young Master dressed up just like Kakashi Hatake. He moved so swiftly that even the three Dark Shadow's men couldn't defeat him." "Kakashi Hatake? Who's that?" Stella's mind was rapidly searching for information on this person, yet she couldn't seem to recall a thing about this guy. "It's a character from the anime, Naruto, whose eyes and face are covered, and he has a strap tied on the forehead. His face is impossible to be recognized even if a picture of him was taken," Anthony explained.

He didn't do anything to Zhou Tian, but Songdao Youmeiwas caught by Zhou Tian. Now that he was beaten so badly by Zhou Tian, Nobuo Matsushima was a little hopeless. "Do you know who my future son-in-law is? It's Tamao Takeda! Do you know who Tamao Takeda is? He's the eldest son-in-law of the Waveman Group! How dare you treat me like this? You're dead! Zhou Tian, you're dead..." Nobuo Matsushima fell down like a resentful woman, threatening Zhou Tian from time to time.

The young man, Miyamoto said sternly. "What? Miyamoto Ichiro?" Hearing this, Tang Muxue and Lan Weiwei exclaimed in unison. "Muxue, what's wrong?" Yang Xiao asked in surprise. Tang Muxue's face was very ugly. She said, " Miyamoto Ichiro is Miyamoto Shizukumo's biological son, while Miyamoto Shizukumo is the largest external company in the Central Plains!" "Oh? Is there such a thing?" Yang Xiao was very surprised. Yang Xiao had known about the Miyamoto family before.

"Lucifer won't let me take my son but he would Sagon. The former left-hand doesn't have a reason to fight though," I said sadly and Mortas raised his brow. "The father of his intended is more than enough reason," he stated and I shook my head. "I believe Jasira is mates with Orion's son, Nereus." Mortas chuckled deeply and said that is crazy.

“Classic, it is!” “Classic, yes,” Ichiro nodded. “But it’s how we deal with them. How does it become different from other hunters? Order of the Orion seemed to be like…” He wrinkled his nose and pursed his lips as he thought. “Argh! Superior… yes! Order of the Orion thinks of themselves as superior among others.”

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

His teeth are long and descended, like Orion's had been. "What the hell" "Leon-the man who killed my parents? The man who tried Marking me? His real name is Orion. He's my mate, just like you are." I see his eyes widen with realization and shock. "You're...you're serious about this," His hands shake just like his world and everything he believe in, "How-How do you have two...mates? Did -did you Mark him?" I don't deny him quickly enough. His palm slams the wall beside my head. My ear is ringing and my eyes narrow.

"The six clans were once sworn enemies, always waging wars against one another, but the strongest of them was the Saberuta clan. The Saberuta clan waged war against the other five clans and succeeded in pushing them out of their territories. The Saberuta clan somehow succeeded in allying with the orcs and they were free from all orc aggression as long as they provided them with human slaves from the other clans. "Shitori Sanada was the first son of Oroi Sanada, who was the chief of the Sanada clan. After losing his parents and four of his five brothers to an attack by the Saberuta clan and his only surviving brother getting enslaved. He became the clan chief at a young age of sixteen and bef

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

Orion went through the enchantment, followed by Amora and Nicholas. The creature in front of me turned to see the commotion, letting out a heavy breath. “More disturbances,” he whispered to himself. He finally turned to me to answer my long-awaited question. “I’m Sugha son of Eman,… an Orc.”