Noragami Novels & Stories

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

She was working her nails with agitation against his shirt, thinking she should stop this, but she was compelled to keep going because it felt so damned good. Leone groaned. His other hand slid into her unbuttoned pants, confident and possessive, cupping soaked lace. He held his palm steady for her to grind herself into the heel of his hand. She moaned with pleasure as her arousal became acute. Norah tore at his collar and tried to stroke his skin... wanted to bend and kiss him, but as she pulled back, he stared at her chest. “Give me the other one,” Leone growled, eyeing her left breast, still tucked away.

Orange light from the line of the sea made it beautiful, yet everyone there knew it was deadly. “They are inside.” Thomas said to him and he nodded once. It was his favorite time of all, waiting for the darkness swallow everything. When the eyes can’t see and you need to rely on the other senses. It was the time when he could feel other people’s fear, when they were clueless about what was to come. It was really an exciting feeling. He was staring at the skyline. His black jet eyes glint with the orange light until it was completely dark. He took another long puff before threw it on the ground and stepped on it.

But his eyes—sharp amber eyes—held the unmistakable intelligence and wariness of an Alpha protecting his territory. "Well, well," he said, his accent distinctly Yorkshire. "What have we here? Two strangers washing up on our riverbank like dead fish." I forced myself to remain calm, even as my protective instincts screamed at me to shield Orion from their scrutiny. "Please," I said, keeping my voice steady and non-threatening. "My mate is unconscious. He's in a trance—a supernatural condition. We're not here to cause trouble. We just need help." The farmer-Alpha's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Trance? That's a convenient story. More likely he's unconscious from whatever fight you two were runn

I guess this is a case of like boyfriend like girlfriend. The room was painted light green, unlike mine and Sienna's room. It had posters of football clubs and players, and what I was guessing was Matt's side had posters of rock bands as well. He had a huge calendar that had a picture of a black misshapen guitar on it. The three wooden shelves above his bed was filled and overflowing almost to it's breaking point with books and papers, other knickknacks and...there were even shoes up there. His blue sheets were straightened though, at least I could give him that much. However, he had books and a few clothes on his bed like he was in a hurry and just threw them on there. On his bedside table,

It’s basically a compilation of observations Osiris made about Morana’s behavior changes during full moons, and her struggles with her wolf’s blindness; questions about whether this could be harnessed or cured. “Nero, what does it say?” Orion asks, his voice tense. “Osiris thought there was something off about her condition. He believed it wasn’t just a simple case of blindness in her wolf. He thought... it might be artificially induced or... exacerbated by someone. But who? And why?” I rub my forehead, feeling a headache forming. “Why would Osiris hide this?” Orion snorts, “Maybe he found something he shouldn’t have. Shit, Nero, do you think this is what got him targeted?”

I say, but my mate isn’t done yet. She continues to pour her water into my tornado. I have to add more strength to it to keep her from washing it out. “Add more earth, Iniko,” Kaylani says, watching Brooke as she continues to push her water into my tornado. As I watch her, her hair, which she usually keeps blond except at the tips, begins turning blue. It’s a testament to how much energy she’s putting into the tornado that she can’t keep her hair color blond. “Aunt Kay, I think we should stop,” I say when her hair is solid blue.

Tonight was no different. Nora tucked a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear and tried to focus on the curve of a woman’s shoulder on her canvas. The piece was for a fantasy novel cover. It was ethereal, sensual, full of flowing fabrics and hidden power. Her own reflection in the dark glass showed a woman in an oversized sweater and soft leggings, barefoot, charcoal smudges on her fingers. Nothing glamorous. Yet he watched. She felt his gaze like a physical touch.

The heavy scent of charred pine and roasted meats still lingered in the courtyard, but by the first light of dawn, the war room was already dead silent, save for the unrolling of fresh parchment. Orion stood at the center of the black obsidian table, his fingers tracing a complex network of silver lines that mapped out the dense, crystalline boundaries of the Inner Forest Glen. Unlike the standard military maps the wolves had captured over the years, this one detailed the hidden infrastructure of the spires—the veins of stolen primordial magic that pulsed beneath the surface.

“If I’m barking up the wrong tree then why do you look so fucking nervous?” Nicholas looked up at the man that had a menacing grin and towered over him like a giant, Nicholas was on his knees but his gaze was firm as he looked at the man. He was bald, he had dark green eyes that looked like being angry was it’s natural shape, he had a small scar running down from his top to bottom lip, his fists were clenched tightly and he looked like he could explode from anger at any given moment.