Naruto Son Of Shinigami Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Father yelled at me while the Tormentor beat me with a whip made of nails. I was chained up to four pillars, suspended from a pit of fire by my hands and feet while Sagarus, The Tormentor hovered over me with his whip that he occasionally beat me with under father's instructions. "What was going through your head at the time? Did you think I would approve? Did you think I would give you my blessings and watch the two of you get married and live happily ever after? You're a demon, Garin! The only future you have involves carrying out my wishes and sending souls to hell until the day the Earth runs out of souls." Father yelled at me while Sagarus continued whipping.

Yagyuu Yukime trembled with anger and said with a murderous look, "I will kill you today, you beast, and avenge my dead parents." "It's too late, don't you think? Not even the goddess Amaterasu is on your side!" Yagyuu Shinji laughed wildly again. Then, he said arrogantly, "You should have done it when you broke through to the heavenly ninja realm. At that time, if you had secretly assassinated me, there would still be some hope of success. But you, a stupid woman, waited so long, and even openly declared war against me. "Do you know? Just yesterday, I broke through to level two of the heavenly ninja realm!

I followed Selenes’ father up to the office, he opened the door, “Close the door and have a seat.” He told me; I did as he asked. I was normally not scared of vampires, but this was the king of the vampires, so I was nervous. I waited for him to say something, out of respect for his rank. He was looking over some papers before turning his attention back to me, folding his hands on top of his desk as he stared me down; I could feel a small bead of sweat roll down my face, “Phoenix,” He started, I perked up immediately, “the arrangement your father and I have concerns you and my daughter.” I tensed,

For as long as he could remember, his mother was just an ordinary wolf and his dad only had beta blood in him. Strange. Nathaniel felt that command-filled tone that had his knees buckle, like an unknown pressure pushing his whole being down. As he looked up, a gasp escaped his lips as he stared at his son's used-to-be cinnamon eyes which glowed with the color of aquamarine. "Dad, calm down," Sean spoke to him softly, yet still held the edge which Nathaniel obeyed without hesitation. Slowly and surely, Nathaniel relaxed and had his anger at bay as he breathed in and out.

He cleared his throat. “I wrote that one,” he admitted. “Or… part of it.” Luna scanned the lines. Pup born under waning moon. Mother: Aria, Moonshadow hunter. Father: Jorin, Moonshadow scout. Healthy, if small. She felt a strange dislocation reading her own arrival reduced to a few clipped phrases. “Healthy,” she repeated under her breath. Kerran made a face.

I did not flinch, yet the air froze in my chest. “She… she is your daughter,” I whispered. His gaze darkened. “And whom do you think she inherited her power from? Do you believe the Moon’s embrace alone can make her rule with her dreams?” Pause. Softer, almost tender: “I am her father. The shadow she never knew but always felt. And now it is in you as well. What I touched, blood never forgets.” I closed my eyes. Two visions flared: Nyra in the council, eyes blazing, hands guarding her belly; and me, long ago, a boy who came here begging for aid.

"You've taken enough." "I took the power," the son said. "Now I give it back." "What?" "The woman," the son said, nodding to the scorch mark. "She tasted... complex. She had codes in her blood. Blueprints." He placed his hand on Kaelen’s forehead. "I can rewrite him." "Rewrite him?" "He was broken," the son said. "Even before the drain. The wolf and the man were fighting. The serum was a poison." The silver eyes swirled.

“That makes sense. He realises that his son has magical powers, so he goes to the pits of hell to secure powers for himself, to curb the advantage you have over him.” “My father got powers through the weird sex ritual?” “That is what is clearly seems. The vesting was essentially an infusion of his body with bloody dark magic. You saw what the Mother of Shadows spilled into him, the shadows sewn into his body. He is essentially a creature of the night.”

"I'm not the son anymore. I'm the End of the Lineage." I froze, the Sovereign-Fang heavy in my hand as the Cannibal-Pack began to erupt from my own child's marrow, their emerald-crimson eyes igniting in the dark.

She should not be, she is an abomination that would not have been if not her useless mother was not already pregnant with her when I took over her pathetically frail body. It seems like karma or something much more evil than that has decided to pay me back for taking Sheila’s body because no matter what I do her pathetic daughter just wouldn't disappear. No matter how hard I tried to kill her when she was in my womb, she still stayed alive and then I had to bear the misfortune of bringing her into this world and as if that was not enough punishment, I was made a Nurami, banished to a life of solitude and lowliness just because I had tried to end this unfortunate being's life when she was in