Noragami Novels & Stories

I washed my hair and after a few minutes, I was done. I took the pink towel and wrapped it around me. Going to the closet, I searched around for a decent clothes. I ignored his presence. He was still inside the room smoking his cigarettes. I coughed out. The smoke was making me uncomfortable. I looked over quickly then my eyes caught a glimpse of a short, tiny strap, red body con gown. I grabbed it and made my way to the bathroom but then he grabbed my hand. "Where do you think you are going?" He asked, shooting me a death glare.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"Did you write my name in your mehendi?" "Yes um-" "Madiha warned me to find it and show it to her tomorrow. " He shrugged. "May I?" I nodded and stretched my arms palms up in front of him. He frantically started looking for it. His finger roamed over my arms but didn't touch my skin. But still I was somehow way too self-aware. "Its so difficult. The design is so - complicated" he murmured. Then after 5 mins he spotted it. "Got it" he smiled victoriously and moved his thumb over it. It made me shiver. 'Why?'

“Who the hell are you?” Nya asked as she blinked against the fog. The man, dressed in a black shirt, open wide enough at the collar that she could see a tuft of dark hair across his chest, black pants and boots, all of it with red piping along the seems, with dark hair and intense dark eyes, staring at her with a smoldering glare, paused several paces in front of her. The fog seemed to dissipate for a moment, and behind him, Nya could see nothing but the jagged tops of the mountain. No trees, no plants, no buildings, no animals. No dragon.

I need to baby that leg, if I get pushed on it it will give out again and I am at risk if two rogues are over me when fighting. As I continue moving back and forth waiting for them to make the first move, the first rogue runs at me swiping at my front paw. He catches it tearing the skin. As he flies by I catch his neck and slam him to the ground. As the other rogue jumps again on my back, I finish the first rogue off by clawing his stomach; his intestines pour out. He can’t survive that attack and is quickly dying.

She giggled to herself, " Yuki was right. A new story has begun. I wonder what color flower they bloomed." Yuki was already by the plum tree situated on the Divine land. The tree that was naked with its flower on the ground a day ago was now blooming again with new flowers. The flowers that bloomed were of a different colors. The tree that always grew white flowers had purple flowers grown in the middle of winter. Yuki was admiring the flowers and the tree, "This color of love seems beautiful yet sad. If only this love could end beautifully..." The purple flowers that were grown had started falling from the tree again.

"Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle And again, as before, she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore Kumiko’s dress the whole time. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

If there’s a man who can set up a meet with the Rabbits without my brother knowing, it’s him. Pasha came back to tell me that the Rabbits would see me at my earliest convenience. Fuckers With a shrug, I put on the black onesie, and cinched it at my waist with a wide yellow belt. Blowing out my long platinum blonde hair into large curls, I let it flow down my back. I decide that my ice blue eyes, shadowed in black kohl is all the make-up I need – aside from some gloss bomb lip luminizer aptly named Cold Heart’d.

"I thought I could rewrite my story, reclaim what was taken from me, but all I've done is sow chaos." The moonlight filtered through the leaves overhead, casting a dappled pattern on Carla's tear-streaked face. She pondered the path that had led her to seek revenge against Mara, the werewolf who had unwittingly become the focal point of her vendetta. In her quest for power, Carla had delved into dark arts, embracing the twisted allure of forbidden magic to achieve her goals.

"Every time they try to drag me down, I use that friction to spark the Glamour. I’m turning their own obsession into the very veil that hides me from them. It’s poetic, don't you think?" "It’s suicidal," Nomo retorted. He walked over to the small medical fridge in the corner and pulled out a chilled synthetic blood pack, tossing it onto the table between them. "Drink it. It’s high-grade Montague stock. It’s not the 'real' thing, but it will take the edge off." (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)