Runa Yomozuki Novels & Stories

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

The boy wiped his tears and hurried up to his feet. "And," Ejima's eyes narrowed, "tell Maazi Ikemba not to burst an artery. He should save the anger of his sword for the foes of the kingdom." "I will, Wise one, I will." The boy bowed and ran out of the compound. Ejima dropped her broom reluctantly and walked into her hut. She hung the ritual robe—made from the hide of an antelope—over her pelt and collected her divination bag. This was not her job. Her job was to accept burnt offerings from the people. She was not responsible for the daily activities of the village. Why would the Dibia travel out of the community like that?

She’d rather have her own name called than listen to her father read the familiar name she somehow knew he was about to pull from that jar. “And now… it is my task to read the name of the sacrifice,” King Zar said. He moved to the clay jar, and pulled off the lid, sitting it aside on the table next to the menacing object. Reaching in a hand, he pulled out a scroll and unrolled it. Nya sucked in a breath and held it.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

Yumi said, her voice slurry. Thea turned the locks quietly and peeped out of the stall slowly, it was Yumi. Yolanda’s best friend! “And I like that little cunt even better,” Runes replied. Thea covered her mouth, It was Runes! She couldn't mistake that voice for anyone else! “You know where to find me,” Yumi replied with a playful smile. "I know but you're so far away. Wish you were here, really here. I could show you what this dick can do to that pretty cunt."

He took two more steps when he lunged at her but was caught by the hem of his shirt and thrown away. -You are a real shame for the race- Zacarias spoke with contempt releasing his pheromones aggressively against the other alpha showing all his superiority -Go away- The alpha trembled at the man in front of him. Louder, bigger, almost on the tip of the scale. This time it was Zacarias who smiled when he saw him running with his tail between his legs. Once making sure that he was no longer close and that he had released his pheromones at least several meters around, he looked at the omega behind him over his shoulder.

Just another two hours on this road and I would reach the destination where The Run would take place. The Run has been around since the original pack was created. The first Alpha king and leader of all wolves around the world created this event when she wolves were created and in limited supplies to the population of werewolves. The species needed to survive and the strongest genes needed to be passed down, hence The Run and the claiming of a mate. After the success of the first run the tradition carried down. Something about taking a female by force seemed like the ultimate manly thing to do and during those time periods where the male had to be strong and their offspring stronger to surviv

Yang Zi chirped at her sister who was still confused. “The type of Yokomoya that is quite common among great warriors is the Shenti-Moya. This type of Yokomoya allows the user to injure the enemy without touching the basic cause of Shenti-Moya is physical strength that is fused with air. When combined with Zhuji-Moya, the Shenti-Moya user can kill enemies from a long distance. Because he uses his instincts to detect the enemy and executes him using the physical force transmitted through the air.”