Nezuko X Novels & Stories

They just leave everything to Neu. Suzuki understands that maybe it sounds like it was cool but doesn't the quest should be something like what did they have got through with together before. Suzuki asks Neu "As far that you know, what is the true goal of Sabu-sama?" Neu has been a friend of Sabu-sama for a long time. But he never knows about that. So he tells Suzuki that he never heard of that and as far that he knows their goal as Hitaku is to improve their skills in drawing. Suzuki just agreed with that and they just walk to the location.

Kabeer protested as he stepped in front of her to block her path. “Aezonum.” Without care, Nezetta conjured up a ball of sparkling green energy and threw it at him. He fell to the ground in a heap, unconscious. As Daegal said, killing him would only put her in an excruciating amount of pain so she opted to put him in a deep slumber. With a determined look in her eyes, she stepped over Kabeer’s body and opened the door. However, as she tried to pass through the doorway, it was as if the air around her had suddenly thickened.

Xander repeated with a blank expression as he continued to stare at the dance floor making the seductive smile on the woman's face fall before she turned to pour him a glass of whiskey. "Bro... You gotta be nice to the chicks," Zion laughed when the woman walked away with a sour expression. "Shut up," Xander grunted as he sipped on his whiskey, his blue eyes scanning the club. "What's up bro?" a very cheerful voice called from the stool behind Zion. "Hey," Xander greeted Enzo who was in a blue short sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans that reaches above his ankles, and a pair of white Mike sneakers, his right wrist adorned with black bracelets.

Things were similar at the Xoron tribe as well. Xen was unable to wrap him head around the fact that his chest was suddenly about to explode for no reason. He then realised that it was in fact treading with the resonance of the staff that was hidden within him. He had almost forgotten about it. " Master Braze, I am sorry to disrupt your peace. " Braze was so startled that he was about to blast Azura off to oblivion. " Azura, samn it, man! How many times did I tell you not to do that with me? I forbade you... "

Bonus - Kyrios and Eloise The End

Fiona followed up with a sugary smile. "I have a really sensitive nose, so don't take it personally." Jasper gave a slight frown of his own and said, "Babe, I know things have been rough for you these past few days. I just got back from the time portal. Here, I brought something for our son." He reached into a bag and pulled out a cheap bootleg action figure, placing it in my hands. If this had been any other time, I would have thrown it in his face on the spot, the way I always did with whatever half-hearted gift he used to brush me off. Not today, however. I did not care anymore.

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’

We’re to meet in two days, on an asteroid belt in the Q Sector. So I get to work, finishing up my newest design. It’s quite simple, really. I create a stand in the middle of the Command Deck. But instead of being made of metal or titanium, it’s made of solid Neron. Valen pulled enough of it from the earth outside to create a three-foot tall stand with two handles to grip at the top. The base of it goes to those tubes that flow through the ship, connecting to the Core affixed to the top of this beast.

I was right there with them, my own mouth agape. “It was her,” said Enzo, beaming at me with tears in his eyes. “She did it.” Then he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. “You did it, Scar,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I did it,” I repeated numbly. But with all those that remained lying on the ground, it did not feel like a victory. Not completely. My magic had healed the wounded; why had it not breathed new life into those slain by the enemy?