Noragami Novels & Stories

Dominco said finally without looking back at him as he continued up the stairs,he didn't care to see or find out if he had more questions or something to say he just couldn't waste time on that, Standing in front of the mirror in their closet he searched for Nora's hair on any of the brushes she used to brush her hair, finding a strand he placed it on the table, throwing every other things off it, stretching his right hand above the hair he used his claws to punch a hole in his skin as blood oozed from it and dripped on the hair, taking in a deep breath he closed his eyes trying to concentrate on the image of Nora as he hoped in his heart that the gods helped him make the ritual work, trying

My body tingled, the familiar warmth flowed through me as I held onto it letting the energy cover my whole body, healing my sore bones when I had enough I let go the energy burst into the atmosphere like tiny confetti as it went up in black flames till it disappears My body felt stronger like a wolf under a full moon. I smiled, pushing my honey blonde hair behind her ears as I slid my hand through the cover. I turned the pages one after the other carefully. If the pace was increased it would tear; I had learned that the hard way. Letting the book settle on the page I had in mind PORTALS; there were three types: time, realms and places. The hardest to pull off was the time, there was no black

Chapter 7 I take a quick shower and change into a thin white spaghetti strap top without a bra so my nipples could be seen through and a lace thong. I crawl in bed over the covers and begin my revenge. I close my eyes and begin to let my hands wander my body. I think of a pair of masculine hands touching me groping my breasts and sliding his hands lower. It doesn’t take much for my wolf to willingly project these images into our mates mind. Within two minutes I hear footsteps rushing up the stairs, his door open, and him enter the bathroom. I left my side of the bathroom door open just enough, I expected him to come. I don’t stop or even give a hint that I know he is there. My right hand mov

I was so excited that I went to the kitchen even though I hadn't changed my clothes yet. Upon arrival, I saw Yune with his vines protruding from his back helping to carve and knot various objects on the table. Ate Oriana, on the other hand, stretches out her hands to get things around them if possible. “Ate Ori, is this okay?” Yune asked to show a star that he folded with paper. Ate Oriana's neck suddenly elongated to see what Yune was saying. “Beautiful Yune,” Ate Oriana commented. “Keep it up. After that, do the same thing with the red papers.”

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.

Using a handkerchief, I swiftly made myself less sweaty. I glanced at the extravagant mirror. Deep blue eyes, as if one had gathered the ocean waves, stared back at me. I swiftly pulled out a brush from my black purse and began combing my straightened raven black hair. Odd pair, right? I got my eyes from my mom and hair color from my dad. Once done with the hair, I moisturized my thin lips with a pink gloss and then went ahead to straighten my fish tail red dress, that hugged my skinny body, highlighting the few curves I had.

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

“So why don’t you show me how an omega submits, Hagakure Sorahiko” Sorahiko trembles as he stands. He’s red, from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes. Yet, his hands begin to fumble with the clasps of his pants. He trembles, but he doesn’t stop. He unhooks the clasp and lets his pants fall to his ankles. He keeps his gaze lowered as he does the same to his boxers. Miyamura watches intensely as Sorahiko slowly turns his back to him and bends over his desk, giving him a perfect view of his already slick hole.

It was the voice that commanded boardrooms, the voice that Noah had always obeyed without knowing why. Noah turned slowly, his wide, curvy hips brushing against Orion’s slacks as he moved. The mirrors reflected them from every angle—the giant and the doll. Orion’s hands were huge as he reached for the thin silk ribbons. His fingers, marked with dark tattoos, looked dangerously masculine against the porcelain white of Noah’s back. He worked slowly, his knuckles grazing the sensitive skin of Noah’s spine. He felt Noah shiver, a long, languid tremor that went from his neck down to his bouncy backside.

CHAPTER 3 It is evening already and I am preparing to go to the club like we have all planned , when a knock sounded on my door. "Come in." I called out as I applied my mascara gently onto my face. Gabriel entered into my room, one hand behind his back, a smile on his face. "I come bearing gifts." He grinned as he revealed what he was holding behind his back. I collected the black cloth from him but felt something familiar in it. I opened it and it was a set of knives. Three black knives with my name engraved on each handle ranging in sizes.