Rengoku X Senjuro Novels & Stories

I nodded. I stepped forward and placed my palm over his heart. The moment I touched him, I felt something pass between us. Heat. Power. Pain. My vision blurred for a second. Ryu didn’t move, but his breathing deepened, and I saw his eyes glow faintly. The bond had awakened. I stepped back. The fight began. Ryu moved like lightning. He was fast, but Theron was stronger. Every punch shook the ground. Bones cracked. Blood spilled. I couldn’t look away. My heart beat so loudly I thought it would shatter in my chest. Every time Ryu fell, he got back up. But I saw it—Theron was holding back. He was playing with him.

“Well, let’s test that theory out then, shall we?” Kenji narrowed his eyes before he moved forwards with blinding speed that anyone would have been hard-pressed to match, swiping out his Cerberus, and blocking Ryuou’s attack with his sword. The sound of the clash of metal on metal sounded again and again. A glint entered Kenji’s eyes just then as he spotted an opening before he struck Ryuou in the stomach with his left fist, causing him to double over. He then locked Ryuou’s katana together with his Cerberus, not allowing Ryuou to use his sword.

Bang! He sent a blow Kagura’s way with no warning. Neither his strength nor speed were much different from when he was not being manipulated. “Hm?” Kagura’s heart jumped as he subconsciously took a step back. However, Jenson did not back off. Continuing to swing his fists, he rushed at Kagura. Roar! A bestial roar resounded from Jenson’s throat. The two began to battle it out as the eerie drumming played in the background.

Completely froze. Ken knocked softly on the door. “Young Master? Is Miss Jessy—” Reno immediately blocked the door from inside. “Ken. Guard the door. Don’t let anyone in.” Ken paused… then said, “…Yes, Young Master.” Reno returned to sit beside Jessy. He looked at her face as her eyes began to close. The kiss still lingered. Why couldn’t he resist it? Reno briefly touched his own lips… then rubbed his face. “This is a mess,” he muttered.

"Japan has another Luna?" Tatsuya, sitting stiffly among the Predators’ reserves, paled. His heart dropped into his stomach. “No… Renji… you idiot. Now everyone knows.”, "Fuck " he quickly gets up, going outside to make a phone call, murasame watching him as he leaves.

I took a deep breath, feeling him fighting against me. “Your eyes are changing color.” I nodded, my back straightened as his hands brushed against my skin. “Renji is fighting for control.” “So he is wanting to come forward?” Nodding again, I closed my eyes, whining as his hands roamed over my front, feeling every inch of me. “Why?” I squeezed my eyes shut further, trying to focus on not just keeping Renji back but also answering his questions. “He wants to mate…to solidify the bond.”

After all, before Red and Raine became part of their team, Jiro and Xenia have already been together. Pain, anger, and loneliness consume his heart as he clenches his fist. Standing up, he glares at the last remaining enemy... the darkness in his eyes came back once more, this time much more intense than it was before.

Shadow’s eyebrows shot up. “No one supposed to see them unless, they’re one of us,” Ren finally broke his silence. “When you said one of us, what’s that supposed to mean, Ren? What are you exactly?” Nirvana asked. “Our late Sensei Taiyo called them Reika and Kenshin.” When Ren undid the cufflink on his left wrist, the hair at the back of my neck started standing. He pulled the sleeve up his elbows and showed his glowing tattoos written in Japanese. My guess was they were runes, too. He ran his palm on the runes, causing Zarah and me to gasp. “Now you can see them. These are Fujin and Kazeshi.”

"And I will do worse if Ryuho doesn't bring him out!" "Bring who out?" Ryu asked as he slowly walked in. "What are you talking about?" "You!" Kenji spat, pointing at Ryu. "You vile being!" He rushed towards Ryu and landed a hard punch to his jaw. Ryu's head whipped to the side due to the force and his body went back a step. It hurt but the pain woke him up from his muddled self pity party. He raised his head, dark eyes exceptionally clear, staring straight at a furious Kenji.

Ren. He has the same ice-blue eyes. The same slit pupil. But the sensation is different. The tanned skin. The wild raven hair. The restrained, coiled elegance. He’s as tall as Iken. As built as Sokin. But there’s something else. Something lethal in the grace. In the quiet. Ren is different. Terrifyingly so. He speaks to Tien in Yon. I usually pretend not to understand, but my I’m sure the flinch if not gag to his noxious and overwhelming presence betrays it.