Rengoku X Novels & Stories

A young man named Song Han seemed to be fighting on stage against another young man named Xu Zhen. Song Han was a Roque Cultivator with a long sword called the Dragon King. Roque Cultivator here means a fighter - a martial artist who does not come from any sect or clan. For his opponent Xu Shen, a fighter originally from the Tiger Boxing and Sword Martial Arts School, his weapon is a large hammerhead; he relies on outside power. Song Han appeared with the Sky Lord Dragon Dance move; he tried to bully Xu Zhen with the Thousand Shadows Meteor Shower move.

He always excelled in the fire magic. I could sense the disturbing mood of my beloved. I couldn’t ignore it. I had the urge to do something for him. I focused my mana on my surroundings and lifted myself to the other side of the mirror. Although my appearance was only created by mana, I could touch and feel their heat. I stumbled and was helped by Rengoku’s arm that caught me in the grip of steel. His strength must’ve been prodigious like he was back then. He has always shown a frail and stupid appearance to deceive his foes and so that nobody could prevent his plan from succeeding.

A muscle in Ren’s jaw ticks. I see him looks down at his hands, and for a moment, I thought he was going to reject my assumption. “I suppose it is rather simple.” I frown. “Is it?” “Yeah, we can touch and find out right now,” he says calmly. He reaches for me, and without my control, my body lurches away before his fingertips can brush against my skin. I stand, stumbling across the grass. Ren remains where he sits, looking at me blankly, unsure of why I reacted the way I did.

He looks like he gets lost in thought as I begin to make notes. He frowns and leans over to look at what I’m writing. “I don’t think you need to worry about any of this, Brooke. We’re both dragons. We don’t need to claim each other,” he says softly. I glance at Tana, knowing she heard him. She stays quiet and I nod but continue to take notes. When class is over, Iniko walks me to my water class with Aunt Kaylani. “I’ll come get you for Elemental Manipulation. Let’s make a waterspout today, what do you say?” he asks, grinning at me.

Marcus moved with a fluid, defensive rhythm, his submachine gun keeping the secondary rank of the garrison pinned behind the stone lanterns of the courtyard. Ren Tanaka fought beside them, his short curved sword a blur of gold light that clashed against the iron naginatas with a constant, rhythmic static. He was bleeding from a shallow cut on his left cheek, his nylon bomber jacket torn to shreds, but his gold Alpha eyes were wild with the manic joy of a rebel who had finally found a cause worth dying for. He parried a vertical strike from a Kurogane captain, his steel blade sliding along the iron shaft before he pivoted and drove his point through the captain’s throat armor, the man collaps

Current regular patrons: - A very drunk phoenix who keeps trying to set the bar on fire for the insurance money - Three exiled valkyries who lost a bet to Kayo in 2018 - The ghost of a samurai who just wants someone to finally beat him at arm-wrestling - A tentacled bartender from the void who only accepts payment in embarrassing secrets - And, once a week, Julian Bathory, who teleports in wearing sunglasses at night and orders “whatever makes me forget I have finals” Riku (red horns, permanent grin, currently shirtless and wearing a “Kiss the Oni” apron) is the muscle and the brewmaster. Aki (blue horns, quiet, wears librarian glasses even though he’s 7'4" and can bench-press a tank) is the

And even fewer who were able to defeat him. Rion Ren was a handsome man with a tall, muscled body and broad shoulders. His hair was shoulder-length, carelessly tied back into a short ponytail. He had lips that naturally curved a little upward, which made him have a friendly and approachable look. His skin was the color of honey, glistening with sweat. His dark eyes were bright with excitement. "Don't call me that," 'Lulu' said, without slowing the tempo of her attack. Rion somersaulted backward, narrowly avoiding a high kick. Then immediately stepped to the side when her sword almost stabbed him between the eyes. Her sword managed to cut the tip of his shot ponytail, though. So, she counted

Civil war would just be the least of their worries. Beep. Ren glanced down at his wristwatch before dodging out of the way of Yuuki’s attack once more, but he wasn’t fast enough to avoid her dagger, and this resulted in another cut on his shoulder. Part of the reason why Ren is currently having so much trouble is that he is technically a long-range specialist.

Clenching her chest, Onyx raced out of the kitchen. "Bloody fuck!" Ruel screamed, kicking the nearest wall. To be continued...!

From his deep and dark eyes, my gaze fell to his hand in the air, waiting for my answer. I kept my gaze fixed on his palm, ignoring the change in the band’s music. I think they switched songs when the bright light from the spotlight shone down on Ryu and me. I blinked before irritatedly turning away from him. Down below, my eyes caught sight of Ren standing alone on the stage, holding a guitar, deeply immersed in strumming it. He was looking toward the band, where Ryu and I were, passionately singing. “Baby,” Ryu called to me lovingly.