Novelas y relatos de Nezuko

No one will care, she can only blame her mother's unfortunate fate. Near the crystal frozen river, there's a humongous and tall tree called 'sakura', the only tree that living in this place. Its big and long branches curved and twisted in an enchanting way were covered in a pile of snow. A group of crows flaps their wings and cowed on top of the large branches while watching the two kids busily covered the hole in soil using the shovels.

earth zero Makoto aged fifteen. Lovecraft County. He knew he was going to be staying at the manor for a while, Amasteus had business, while Veronika was going to tell him about her pack. His 15 years old, black and white hair, tall for his age, he almost reached 1.67 in height, he was doing well..., wearing a suit, he had arrived from the Delphos company, where Veronika bequeathed him since would not have high, it was the beginning of the Valentine's Day holiday.

​The UN Extraction Zone was a neon-lit scar on the outskirts of Neo-Tokyo. What used to be a high-end logistics hub for the Vane empire had been converted into a high-security "Processing Center" in less than forty-eight hours. From the shadows of a rusted shipping container, Leo Vane watched the movement of the "Peacekeeper" guards. They were different from the Council’s Erasers, less robotic, but more efficient, equipped with sonic-dampeners that could neutralize a shifter’s roar before it even left their throat.

Instead of sitting beside him, she climbed onto his lap. Kane went completely still. Mona settled comfortably against him, apparently unaware of the effect she was having. Her eyes dropped to the glass. "What's that?" "Whiskey." She looked at him. "May I?" "Just a sip." He handed it over. Mona took the smallest taste. Her entire face twisted. "That's nasty." Kane laughed. "You asked for it." "It tastes like someone dissolved a table in alcohol." "That's whiskey." "I'll stick to ramen thank you ."

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

“Okay so what is the problem with that beautiful man?” I ask Harlan and Cyrus, slightly pissed off, “Luna, you know how there are Kitsunes and there are dark Kitsunes, the Nogitsunes, right? Well Theo is a Nogitsune. He is a dark fox, a trickster fox. If he showed interest in you, the child of the prophecy, then he probably has something planned,” Cyrus tells me.

Bullet-stopping function. "Little Franca, Razer, our goal this time is Bolivar's Black Sea of Trees. It's my first time to go to this place, so I can't provide more information. Please forgive me, I'm mainly in the books. I seem to have seen that Bolivar's Black Sea of Trees is one of the most mysterious dangers in the entire Terra. There is a hidden secret in the deep underground river, and there are all kinds of towering trees growing in the underground river. Although I have never seen the trees, this scene is a very spectacular and wonderful place just by imagining it!!"

Leo pulled up in front of a brown building that appeared to be abandoned. I climbed off, looking across the deserted street. I noticed that not a single bird was flying there. That place was strangely quiet and empty and it was giving me goosebumps all over my body. Leo stepped out. “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” He taunted. I could feel a smirk in his voice. “There is no way to get out of here.”

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h