Renzo Shima Novels & Stories

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Jim nodded slightly and said, “Master has taught me everything he has learned all his life. I’ll be able to take my cultivation to the next level if I can get a Nostro compass in God Valley.” “If you advance to the next level, you will become a Demigod.” Tyr’s eyes lit up with delight. He said, “There are two more weeks until we leave for God Valley. How confident are you in winning the battle?” Jim fell silent for a while before replying, “Ren is said to be Japan’s most powerful shaman. That man also happens to be Japan’s most talented shaman in the past century, making him an especially privileged person. Besides that, Ren is born into a Creed that has practiced shamanism, which he began t

Appearances matter. At precisely ten, the screen of my laptop flickered to life, revealing Nakamura in his Tokyo study. He sat framed in what looked like an old-world study, walls lined with floor-to-ceiling mahogany shelves, bound in leather and dusted with age. But the man himself was small inside it. Balding, his shirt starched to perfection, shoulders squared as if to reclaim the pride I’d stolen. “Renzo,” he said stiffly, his Japanese accent clipping the ‘r’ in my name. His face betrayed nothing, but his eyes—they were cornered animal eyes.

Splinters explode into the air, but in the middle of the chaos I hear a commanding Alpha roar I wasn’t expecting. “Stop the fucking fire! Patriarch Lorenzo, I’m Enzo Bianchi. Call off your men!” Finally, I can think with some clarity, and Alpha Bianchi’s pheromones hit my nose. “Leo, stand down!” I roar, and the clearing goes still again. I rise just enough over the logs and see him step out with his hands up, a peace signal. I scan the area. His men are sheltered inside, and I sense a few more hidden in the woods.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

Enzo was a thousand little fantasies of mine, each one more perfect, more dreamlike, than the last: the damp curls sticking to his temples; the firm muscle of his chest and abs and shoulders; the scrape of his stubble, the pleasure-pain of his bites… My fingers darted to the buttons on his shirt. I rocked my hips against him as I worked, deftly undoing them, trailing my fingertips down each new inch of tanned skin I exposed. Dark ink streaked across his chest and, as I shoved his shirt off entirely, it took shape. The outline of it was a wolf, its head thrown back in a howl, but its body was made up of mountains and evergreen trees. More whorls of shadow and ink surrounded it in an abstract

I slightly pulled one of my bag's straps, feeling out of place. "Jamie," I heard someone call and looked up to face Higan. He wore a white shirt that was tucked into navy blue pants. His hair was in its usual dark mess and he had on a charming smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was a little busy when I saw your text." "It's about time," I said with a small smile. "I almost felt like I would be kicked out if I stood here for too long." "You should have taken a seat."

Chika however never appreciated anything because it was sadly never enough. Chika “ my grandmother could buy this expensive a** s*** and claims she could only afford eighty dollars for my birthday!” “ I never even got a graduation gift!” Chika is thirty-one years old, but still expects everyone around her to foot the bill for her lifestyle. She smokes pot and that’s all she spends her money on. She could not keep a job to save her life because according to her everyone was jealous or out to get her. Granted she was the one always late for work when she saw it beneficial to actually go.

" Kenzo said and pulled Yara away from Ryker. “Hhhmmm, Engineer Kenzo Vasquez. Who's Yara Gomez in your life? Don't worry, the game has just started. You're in the lead now, but I will make it sure that I will win." Ryker said to himself while smirking. Kenzo is pulling Yara harshly making the latter tripped sometimes. His grip is also tight making Yara feel a little sore on her wrist. "Hey!" Yara said to get his attention but Kenzo didn't stopped. "Kenzo!" Yara shouted and that's when Kenzo looked at her.

“Kuzuryū Daimyōjin, if wounded, could grow back any of his nine heads and any of his appendages.” “The ocean lizard has regenerative abilities too,” Sasha replied rather enthusiastically. “And one of my Biology senseis has been keeping a certain type of jellyfish for over two years. It has the unique ability to rewind its life cycle, thereby achieving a sort of immortality.” “Judging by her family name, Henka, is Himiko a jōnin?” Temujin asked. “Yep,” Sasha said. “She was from one of the oldest and most elite jōnin families in the north.”