Psychic Yakumo Novels & Stories

Only then did the butler remember that he had seen a foot and a half of a calf when he was in a trance just now. So, he hurriedly said, “Mr. Ito, I think you seemed to be holding on to a foot and half of your leg just now...” Yahiko recalled the strange process just now, and it seemed as if he had indeed grabbed a leg out of the mud! Moreover, it was a human leg that felt very real! Yahiko was so nervous that he quickly grabbed the edge of the bathtub with both hands, and in a panic, he pushed his upper body out of the mud, controlled his legs, and he could not stop kicking around inside the bathtub.

I smirked. “If you say God.” Takashi scoffed. “Nope. Scarier and a hell of a lot sexier. My wife, Yūri. She already wants you dead, and that was just a shot to my arm. You kill me, you are going to get your heads removed slowly and her Kitsune card shoved down your severed neck.” I smirked.

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

This woman is witty as she portrays in her clothes which is already revealing her everything. “We're going to wreck that sheets and pillow finding our version of the way to heaven.” Then she made her hands act like a cat, perhaps a tiger, and then said, “Roar!” “Chantal, there are kids in this office and I certainly think that you need to exit that door, now.” She now speaks with her solemn voice while her eyes are intently glued to Chantal. “I’m Chantal by the way, nice meeting you Mr. Psychologist.” While walking towards the door she’s waving her hands.

His body turned into ashes and disappeared. Yahiko walked over to Matsumoto tiredly "It's time to go see my son, Kazuma"; he said with a smirk on his face…

Yami thought. Kazuko stood up with the pressure she was on and said "Don't underestimate me beast, don't think I'll loose to you, I'm just trying to keep a promise to a friend, so don't think I can't kill you in an instant" The girl who came close to Yami before entered into the room and heard a very deep voice in her head speaking while laughing "You'll kill me in an instant, what a joke, to think this human is this cocky, she haven't even landed a single hit on me"

“Xuanshu-Moya is a type of Yokomoya that I'm pretty good at. It was Patriarch Yuan Kai who taught me this skill. He was a Xuahshu-Moya and Shenti-Moya user. When you said that Miss Zhao Yunlei could send messages through inner language, it meant that Miss Zhao Yunlei was a Zhiju-Moya user. She's not just an ordinary girl, just a fairly talented swordsman who can learn Yokomoya under the age of 40." Yokomoya is a power that comes from the fusion of natural energy with the spiritual energy of each human being. That is why Yokomoya does not require mastery of internal energy because the source of the strength of this knowledge is the harmony of nature and soul. “Miss Zhao Yunlei likely has sens

"There's no energy signature, no physical presence, nothing to lock onto. It's a ghost in the machine of the mind." The terrifying, unspoken implication hung in the air: Katherine, with her encyclopedic knowledge of Jack's weaknesses and the tower's defenses, was next. Just then, a quiet, unassuming presence entered the room. It was the old woman, one of the supernatural refugees Jack had granted sanctuary in the tower's protected levels. She was a "Kumiho," a nine-tailed fox from the East, her powers supposedly long since faded with extreme age. Or so they had thought. She wore simple, traditional silk robes and moved with a quiet, unobtrusive grace.

When surrounded by hostile Amazons she still struggled to get to my side. "What about your Jason Statham?" she prodded. "He's English. Besides, I prefer Chiaki Kuriyama," I eyebrow pumped. "There is something about a chick with cast-iron balls." "Who?" Yasmin searched her memories. "Gogo Yubari from Kill Bill Volume 1," I informed her. Yasmin thought that over. "That girl was clearly insane!" she thumped my chest. "Believe me, female mental health issues have never stopped me in the past," I shrugged.

After getting back home, Ayame takes a quick shower and goes upstairs and locks herself in. Her room was messy and nothing like before. Books and clothes were scattered around the room. Without stepping on the dump, she takes a seat on her table and opens her new pc. “Now then… Waiting has got me nowhere. How about this group then.” She says as she types into the search box, ‘Yokai talk’ and opens a video in which 2 men appear who resembled Seirei and Yasuhiro.