Ouran Mori Novels & Stories

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

I can’t help but keep falling in love with him over and over again. My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep. Seeing the caller ID, I immediately answer the call. “Hello” “Luna” it is Mustapha from the other end, “we found out that for the past three years, Natalia has been cohabiting with a witch from the Zu clan”

The "Universal-Hum" had become the new silence, a constant vibration that the inhabitants of the multiversal garden took for granted. On a world at the furthest edge of the Andromeda-Void—a planet named Oura that had been grown from the "Memory-Seeds" of the Third Shift—a New Architect named Elen began to dig. Elen did not look like the Union ancestors; her skin was a mesh of translucent silica, and her breath was a fine mist of Quintessence. She didn't need to dig for coal or ore, but she felt a "Tug" in the deep-silt, a localized "Inconsistency" in the planet’s perfect resonance.

' He asked himself in astonishment. "Ah, then I'm the only one who needs to introduce here." Lunaire merrily said as she approached the hunk with grace. Mort quickly notices the resemblance between Sumire and the sylphlike woman standing in front of them. Sumire obviously got Lunaire's striking beauty, only the mother had a tear mole in both the corner of her hazel orbs. The maiden possesses her father's stormy dark gray eyes, beautiful but disastrous. Sumire and Chaise ooze the same strong aura. Both are rebellious, bold, and stubborn cold.

Devon called me and I looked at him but I don’t want to come close to him or I don’t want him to come close to me. “It’s alright dear… you’re okay now,” Luna told me while looking at me and she took a bottle of oil to her altar and opened it. She came near me and said… “Everything is fine,” She said and she put the bottle of oil that she was holding near my nose and made me inhale it. She whispered a prayer while staring at me. The aroma of the oil smells like jasmine with a mint on it. I inhaled it and in an instant, I passed out.

Builder Bot 1 replied positively after receiving its new given tasks. "Proceed." Madame Ais signaled and Builder Bot 1 went on to do its work. * * * A sweet dream woke Maru up. He tried to remember what it was but the details were evasive to his thoughts. A tugging sensation was felt on his side. When he turned his head, a bright image welcomed him. "Good morning, brother!" Uwyn greeted him with a warm smile. It seemed that she was waiting for him to wake up. "Good morning, Uwyn!" Maru said to his sister in response.

Coincidentally, the feet that Klaie used to step on Omeo face was the cheeks that suffered a lot of beating for today, and it was from a prodigal researcher, a human and a weird guy with a feet shaped like that of an animal. Omeo was the one to be unconscious once again after having to make almost al Sotiras and heroes faint to execute the plan. The retribution only for him had come so soon. The guy lips which was lowered and not smiling finally curled up as he slowly and coldly said under his breathe, "Welcome No. 000005 to our evolved monsters world, Researcher Omeo" Name: Klaie Ird Age: 1 000 years old Experimented No: 0000004

Seconds later, the sound of large wings disturbing the air drew Nya’s eyes skyward. He appeared over the moon first, as he always seemed to do, pausing there, silhouetted by the silver light, his red and black scales glimmering. Looking up at him, it was hard to think of him as anything other than a magnificent winged creature, a legendary, mythological being of mass proportion. Nya’s mouth dropped open as she gazed up at him, her awe temporarily disturbing her mission.

CHAPTER 46: THE DEBT-VAULT The hum of the Debt-Vault was a low-frequency scream that vibrated in my teeth. The rows of glass tanks stretched into the darkness, each one containing a fragment of my life in the slums. Sora’s face was pressed against the glass of the nearest tank, her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent, drowning plea. A glowing violet umbilical cord ran from her chest to the central obsidian crystal—the "Master Battery."

my heart doesn’t ignite in fireworks for any of them. I fall back with a pout, seeing Morita walking up to me with a warm smile that briefly reminds me of Valera. I reach my hands out to hold her wrinkly ones as she says, “You’re so elated to find your soulmate, is it, my dear Himari?” I nod with a pout, “I am, but it’s been hours now, and I’ve practically greeted all the males here...I still don’t feel anything. I’m starting to get convinced he’s not from our lands”.