Onmyōji Novels & Stories

"Auntie Ruri, Mr. Ardi, uncle Ujang..." Cherry shouted out to all the workers of Langit house. "Yes, Miss," replied Ruri, the first who answered Cherry's call, uncle Ujang and Mr Ardi followed after that, and they walked in hurry. "What's up, miss? There's rats, is there? There's cockroaches, isn't there?" Mr Ardi was crowded himself, while Ujang looked at Cherty with a look for an explanation.

A majestic black wolf who's now growling and giving death glares. Shushi. He's here. He reached. Sushi is growling like he's going to eat all those chimps in front of him. Fear flooded their eyes as they saw Sushi, a necromancer who can eat their soul in just a snap. I saw how the monkeys retreated and flew away from this place. "They have left." I just said. "They will not win against a necromancer. They are feared on the land." Elijah answered me so I now looked at Sushi who looked at me as if he was accusing me.

Tomi Hideki: The Prankster "Number four, Tomi Hideki – the 'Man with Many Pranks'," she read, her eyebrows shooting up. "He's half Filipino, half Japanese, and the second son of the Hideki Clan, a Mafia boss in Japan. He's the Strategy Head of Knights Advertising, with a mind that's always plotting and scheming." She chuckled, a shiver running down her spine. "He loves to prank people, and it's all fun and games for him. But a Mafia boss's son? Yikes! What if I do something he doesn't like? He might send me to Japan and chop off my fingers!" She clutched her hands to her chest, a wave of fear washing over her. "He's handsome, with those piercing black eyes, but I'm not risking my life for a

I met the monsters eyes that happen to be a deep brown that look exactly like Ash’s. “My master says ‘Hi Ma Vista you seem a bit lonely. Where is your other half? I guess only I know. You don’t have long Ma Vista; in three days you will lose this war if you are unable to find him. My sources tell me he is struggling, and you need to be quick. But I’m not ready for this war to end so quickly, so I will help you out, go 700 steps to the left from where you stand right now. Then turn to the right and take 1000 steps and you should come to a clearing. Have a thorough search and you may find him but you must be quick, time is running thin and this war is ending quickly. Sincerely Master.’”

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

She nearly rolled her eyes but stayed silent—she had no interest in looking anyway. "I'm sorry," the man rushed out, voice trembling. "I caught the scent of a human and didn't realise she was with you." Orion frowned. He hadn't masked his scent or pheromones, and yet this warrior had been unable to recognise him. That could only mean one thing: whatever Malcolm had injected him with was suppressing his scent. The question was, for how long? "What's your name, warrior?" he asked, voice hard. The Lycan shifted uneasily on his feet. "My name is Vega, Alpha."

Tengu Tengu (天狗, Tengu?) is a creature in Japanese legend. One of the mountain watchmen Kami, or yōkai closely related to eagles or crows. His attire is similar to that of the yamabushi priests who forged themselves in forests and mountains. Tengu have a long nose, red face, have a pair of wings, and very long fingernails and toenails. Tengu can fly freely in the sky while carrying a staff called a kongōzue, a large sword (tachi), and a leaf-shaped fan (hauchiwa). His work hinders people who want to study Buddhism.[1] His other name is Gehō-sama (外法様, magic lord?). In Japanese there is the expression Tengu ni naru which means "very proud of yourself". This expression probably comes from the

Nobody hurts my babies and gets away with it. “I’m not sure, Hachiman. Anyone would be an idiot to not be friends with you. You’re so lovable.” I assure him and then cause him to squeal as I rub my face against his. Hachiman is the Japanese Shinto god of war, archery, divination, and culture. He is the patron of a warrior clan. My son earned that nickname from my uncle the moment he was born. He is a warrior who had to fight for his life being premature. He was born at 32 weeks with an underdeveloped heart and lungs. For two months he was in NICU. He is my powerful warrior.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.