Onmyōji Novels & Stories

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly

“Silly me.” ”Are you a gargoyle?” I asked stupidly. It snapped its beaked angrily at me and I squeaked as I walked away as far as possible from the angry little figurine owl. “Don’t you dare compare me to those ugly gray beasts!” it flew towards the near table across from where I was, flawlessly and silently. “I, stupid human, am a beautiful figurine made from the best and biggest redwood tree.” I racked my brain for the term of a magical figurine that moves. I snap my fingers, pointing at it. “You’re a shabti!”

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

On the other side, a young man who appears to be in a dreadful dream. Help Please assist me. I'm not happy to be here. Migi The voice became louder as if it was becoming enraged. "MIGI!" Migi was flung over the bed right away. He was so out of breath and sweating that it appeared as if 10 horses were following him.

The creature from below climbed onto the final step. Its massive body blocked the staircase. Scales covered it from throat to tail, pale as old bone. The hanging lanterns beneath its horns burned with gold fire. It lowered its head toward Shigure. He did not raise his weapon. Still angry? The creature snapped at him. Its jaws closed inches from his face. Shigure smiled faintly. Yes. Kiyomi stared. You know that thing? It has a name. What? Harun. The creature rumbled. The bridge shook.

Ashrac Looking down at the small white business card in my hand, I can't help wondering what I'm doing here. I've sunk so low even my best chess strategy won't save me. I glance up at "ODA" etched in white block letters on the glass door in front of me. Otherworld Dating Agency. Shrugging, I decide to go for broke. What the hell do I have to lose at this point? I open the door and shove it forward a little harder than I meant to. It slams against the far wall with a thud. A woman behind a large oak desk looks up and scowls. I grimace inside my head because I'm accustomed to that exact look from my mother when she's unhappy about something I've done. This won't go well.

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

I ordered it. "The hero is on his way here. He is with three men and a kid. Two of the men are very skilled warriors and the other man who is also a village warrior is your wife's childhood friend. The young boy is her brother and they are carrying a lot of holy items that could harm demons." He reported. "Oni." I called seriously. "I'll leave to inform the generals." He answered and then disappeared. I looked at the soul carefully and noticed that its human form had cracks.

"But...but...you can still save your people. A little token in return is all I ask to seal my lips." "I will send your head back to your Igwe." Ikemefuna beat his chest and groaned like a wounded dog, "We are one. We are fearless. We are, Umu Ejima (children of Ejima), we cried, we shrieked, we screamed and the God of gods answered. Nothing can overcome us, not even the king of Ame." "Umu Ejima you say?" Ume asked. "Haha, you sound surprised." "Because I am" Ume whispered as he tried to place two and two together. "How can that be? I know a woman called Ejima. She never had a child of her own."

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame