Noragami Novels & Stories

Lin Yilan's wandering thoughts returned to the shopkeeper's incessant sales pitch. She seriously considered which crystal cup Jasmine would prefer, examining the subtle differences in the natural ice-crack patterns with due diligence. Lapis lazuli bracelets, ripple-patterned crystal cups, hand-woven cloud-silk square rugs, Dream Epiphyllum dew... The long shopping list made Lin Yilan want to sigh. Her original intention was merely to visit an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time, but the result was this—

She nods sagely. “Yes, but only the once. I found the man and using my natural abilities as a nature Witch I was able to assist with some fertility issues that he was having.” She looks positively joyful now. He must have been grateful. “So if you’re the representative for Clotho Adeline and Collin, you’re the representative for Lachesis.” Bellamy gestures to each of them in turn. “Then that means Kiara must be the representative for the other one what was it again?” Bellamy tries to remember. “Call me Addie dear.” Adeline comments. “The last one is Atropos.”

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

The heavy iron stove hummed with a steady, radiating warmth, filling the open room with the rich, earthy aroma of roasted chicory, melted butter, and freshly baked oat cakes browning on the cast-iron griddle. Nora stood by the small wooden washbasin near the kitchen counter, splashing cold, revitalizing water against her face before wiping her skin clean with a soft, neatly folded linen towel. Her dark hair, still slightly damp from the morning wash, fell in loose, natural waves over the shoulders of a thick, cream-colored woolen sweater she had knitted herself the previous autumn. Through the frost-etched edges of the windowpane, she peered down the slope, noting the faint, dark outline of

she repeated. Terry turned the dimmers to full. Fluorescents flared. The chamber sharpened: cables like veins, the Worm crouched and waiting, and—across the hall—a mural waking. Where soot had flaked, pigment breathed. The boy’s hands were lifted not in fear but offering; the Minotaur’s eyes had found a red no torch should give. Jessica swallowed whatever that did to her and stepped to the breach with Module 22 live. She aimed the tablet’s camera at the new edges, scanning for any carved line that hadn’t seen light in eighty years.

Dante screamed as he watched the wolf latched on to Nora’s arm and broke it. The wolf pulled Nora down to the ground, shaking her by the broken arm. Noah came forward and Dante shifted as quickly as he could, charging after the wolf. Nora shut her eyes, pushing the pain out of it and taped into the energy she had been holding back. She pressed her palm into the center of the wolf's chest. Nora let out a loud yell as the energy jolted through her and into Rose. The wolf let go of her arm and dropped to the side of her. Noah stopped short just in front of them. Nora braced her arm to her chest looking at Noah. Noah went over and licked Nora’s face.

” Orb: “Access. Denied.” Naraja: “Uuuuuuggggghh.” Naraja slouches his shoulders in defeat after hearing those two words having a more forceful connotation behind it than it needed to be, but Naraja just sighed and digressed. Whilst he expressed these feelings outside into the air he started feeling a firm, yet soft hand touched his shoulder. Naraja looked back to see that Nai and the rest of the group had finally caught up to him and Orb while they just finished up their little dispute in front of the doorway. Naraja turned his head back towards the door, inhaled through his nose, exhaled out through his mouth and saw immediately that the door had a peculiar design all over it that he couldn

I already planned it and I know it will work. “But if you don’t find it… You’re dead” I added. I stood up and pulled him up and made him look at me, even though he didn't want to. I stabbed him on his left leg and I heard him scream in pain, that makes me smile, because it is music to my ear. I saw Mang Berto shaking his head. I don’t know if he is already pitied, but I don’t care because I am just starting to enjoy every piece of Ross. I lean to him and smell him like a hungry wolf. Smelling on him like food, like how he smell me before he rape me and then I break his right arm. I heard the breaking bones. As well as his scream that makes me more excited about the game that I prepare.

His nostrils twitched, showing that his wolf was trying to identify the owner of the scent that had reached him, carried by the wind. They saw a young girl appear through the tall grass. Her eyes, nostrils, and ears were bleeding as she staggered to walk. She was dressed only in jeans and a white T-shirt stained with her own blood. Her limbs looked disjointed, and it seemed like every move she made was pure torture. "Please... call Alpha Black. Don't tell his Beta..." then her eyes rolled back.

Bodies still humming from the first sharp release, skin slick where they touched. Rowan propped himself on one elbow, looking down at her. Nora lay on her back, one leg bent at the knee so her foot rested flat against the rug, the other stretched out long, toes curling lazily against the wool. Firelight licked across her body in slow, shifting strokes—full breasts rising and falling with each deep breath, the soft curve of her belly, the faint freckles dusting her shoulders and upper chest like scattered embers.