Ouran Mori の小説・ストーリー

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.

" My heartbeats have now gone crazier. Each question makes my heart pound louder in my ears that I no longer hear my voice. "It's taken care of, long before Mr. Mori's entry." I pull up a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm down my nerves. "Remember, Miss Sahara, Mr. Mori works for the Yamaguchi-Gumi group, known as the Yakuza."

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."

“Why am I here?” “You are Luna. Living in my body,” the voice from earlier replied. “I am Alara. The moon goddess has given you a second chance. You and I now own this body. You will have to live my life. You can't tell anyone that you aren't me. You have to promise. Please.” She was begging, and the sound of it brought tears to my eyes. “Then what happens to you?” I asked, and she didn't reply again. I didn't know how I was supposed to be living a life that wasn't mine. How was I supposed to fit in? How long could I keep the cover?

She closed her eyes, letting the hush of water and rain outside blend together, her mind drifting to the thread, to Ember’s eyes when she had given it to her, the fear and hope that had warred in that single moment. “I wasn’t going to give this to you yet.” “But I can’t wait anymore.” Aria’s fingers slid under the water, pressing against the place on her wrist where Ember had tied the thread, now invisible but felt, like a phantom tether. When she emerged from the bath, she wiped the fog from the mirror, staring at her reflection. The gold in her eyes flickered, her breath catching. And the memories began. - She was Ariya, child of moonlight and prophecy, the last blood heir of the Shadow Fa

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the