Raku Ichijō Novels & Stories

she said, gesturing for my brothers to sit. Darius quickly put down the stack of glasses he was carrying and grabbed a seat right after Elijah took his. “So?” we asked in unison, all eager to see our girl. “I present to you, Riko Shiraishi.” mom smiled, stepping out of the way. My jaw dropped. If this were a cartoon, my jaw would have hit the floor, and my eyes would be bugging out of their sockets.

To say that she was confused would be an exaggeration. “What is this place?” Amaka’s voice echoed. The crunch under their feet made Ejima tighten her fist on the sling dangling on her waist. There were dried bones everywhere, skulls of men and beasts and certainly children. She was right, this was a cave, not of stones but of bones and grasses. Skulls lined the walls, adding more horror to each stride they took. “Iworo.” Uche said and when Ejima thought he was not going to continue, he added, “Once known as Death’s eponym. It was first built by Gruchi, an old wizard who served the kingdom, not for money or power, but blood.”

They opened the doors and the young man appears, he is tall with long wavy reddish hair, his manly face with intense black eyes; although he is quite handsome his expressions are cold and dominant, his frown a little frowned and serious, his eyebrows of the same tone bushy but not exaggerated, what most captivated me was that red hair as intense as the fire or the sunset, I must admit that it is quite attractive that shade of hair so interesting, so much so that the maidens were more perplexed at his appearance, although personally Satoshi for me is more attractive, I'm just curious about the hair and his gestures so serious. He comes closer and closer to me, his look is so threatening that