Natsume Mikan Novels & Stories

Amaris As we make our way back toward the Midnight pack lands, I finally dredge up the courage to ask Zane something that’s been bothering me since we left Kenton. *How did you know who Kenton was?* He turns his sandy blonde head in my direction, his blue eyes appraising as if he’s trying to figure out if I’m trying to hide something. And I guess I am, but I’m not going to let him know that. He chuffs, then turns to face back forward again. Part of my alpha training is to know who all of the Alpha’s and upcoming Alpha’s are in all packs, as well as their beta’s.

As soon as it loosened its grip, I shoved it off me as hard as I could, then scrambled back before it could regain its composure. A hand grasped my arm and for half a second, I fought it with all my power thinking it was another Eater. I allowed the hand to help me up and gave Tom a grateful look as I settled on my shaky legs. I turned back to the Soul Eater and saw that it was starting to stand up again. Before I could do anything to incapacitate it, a gun came into view and the next thing I knew Tom stopped the creature with a shot to the head. I whirled around to him and gave him an angry look that darkened when I caught the look of glee on his face. "We don't kill them!" I shouted at him

The smaller one’s holding a katana and pointing its sharp on Tina’s nape, while the taller one holds Tina who’s now kneeling and her upper body is leaning forward, as if this is an execution to cut your head. “Wait, boys… remove your masks so that she will recognize you,” I ordered those two, then they followed what I told them to do. “Marcus, Julian,” she called out her son's names. “Should we execute her now, master?” Marcus, the younger among the two siblings and the one who’s holding the katana asked. “What execution Marcus?! I am your mother!” Tina shouted. “We do not have a mother who tends to kill our empress,” Julian said.

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

Right above Antilles' body, which was tied to the ground, the shuriken seemed to merge and form a giant butcher knife. “EAT THIS, EXECUTE!!” Sena stomped her right hand on the ground, controlling the giant knife to stab downwards. BRUKKK Quickly, the giant butcher knife plunged into the ground and struck Antilles' immobile position. The powerful attack sent dust flying everywhere. “It’s over.” The Higashinese girl thought she had won. But unfortunately, she was too complacent. “Is that so? Your magic is truly powerful. But unfortunately, you forget who you are facing now, Natsuki Sena.”

Luna felt transported to another time, witnessing the grace and beauty of this traditional art form. Luna also explored the bustling Nishiki Market, known as Kyoto's kitchen. She delighted in the array of fresh seafood, colorful produce, and local specialties on display. Luna tried different types of mochi, a sweet rice cake, and sampled various types of pickles and traditional snacks. The vibrant atmosphere and delicious aromas made it a feast for the senses.

Yup, that's the only thing she hasn’t fully adopted yet. “Tiring but everything I learned was worth it.” She answered with a low voice and ate some smores she made. “Give me some” Natsuki said and Mix turned around to give him some smores but Natsuki quickly pulled her neck and kissed her deeply. Mix froze for a moment but responded to his kiss quickly. Natsuki swept his tongue inside and tasted the sweet smores, making Mix flush.

Overtime, Nozomi realised that the results of the games that Hikaru picked out were a lot more competitive. Just as they left the arcade, they ran into Makoto. “Ma-kun?” “Hina. You’re still here.” Hina’s surprised expression quickly soured. “Another gatecrasher.” “I didn’t come to gatecrash. I’m on an errand.” He raised his hands defensively. Then, he took notice of those around. “Ah. Hikaru-kun, it’s been a while.” Makoto greeted. “Mm. It has.” “Hello, it’s you again.” Makoto greeted Yosuke.

August is only around if Katrina is. “But then… where’s Katrina?” I asked, the door creaking open further, making me fall to the ground with it. I blinked as I saw a massive room lit up with burning barrels. “Holy fuck… it is Donkey Kong.” I gulped as I looked at the platforms with ladders between them. As my eyes went higher, I saw the massive red plastic monkey. Like the king of all the monkeys that had been throwing bananas at us. “KATRINA!” I shouted as I saw my mate on a raised platform bound by ropes, just like Princess Peach was in the game.

“Naka-Meguro? What’s there?” “There’s a soba place I’ve wanted to try for a while. It’s called Tokyo Dosanjin.” Sakura quickly typed it into G****e, scrolling through reviews and photos. “Oh, they use citrus in their soba?” “The citrus soba’s not in this month,” Heri grinned. “But their lunch sets still look good. Come on, get ready.” Sakura smiled faintly. Heri looked genuinely excited. While Sakura got herself ready, Heri checked his own bag—PASMO card, wallet, charger, phone. “All good,” he murmured.