Ryu Tanaka Novels & Stories

he says, making me realize who he was. "Not if I finish you off first, Tanus." Tanus Godfrey. He was a ruthless man who had murdered numerous of my rogues, and taken some of my girls. I had been looking for him for nearly two years. And now he's here. "Let's dance!" he says, threatening me. I growl and attack him, but I yell out as I feel a knife pierce my side. "No!" I hear a woman's voice yell, making my eyes wide.

Straightening his collar, he swaggered his way toward Reiko and said with a smile, “Hello, Ms. Hara. I am Draig Tenby. “I understand your intention, but you don’t have to apologize. “Jiro and I got into a little spat at Bronze Sparrow. He simply lost to me in a fight, so I wouldn’t say that it was more than a slight physical altercation.”

a smug voice interrupted, cutting through the sound of the waves. I didn’t even bother hiding my annoyance as I looked up. Nitta Morunaga, Ryuu’s youngest brother, stood over me, smirking like he owned the beach. He dropped onto the sand without waiting for an invitation, his tattooed chest and arms on full display in nothing but a pair of shorts. “Ryuu’s not much for small talk,” he continued, his tone light and irritating. “But I figured I’d introduce myself. You know, break the ice.”

He typed something then presented his phone with a flashed picture on it. I was surprised to see the photo of the man I had talked to earlier. His name was Rye Fujisaki, the famous Japanese bachelor and a billionaire in the Philippines.

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.

I thought you had a boyfriend. ''Yes, why? '' Kianna looks at her with a questioning look. "Then why are you meeting up with that guy?!'' Ryuu laughs at Kianna. ''That man is Trev Yasuo. Silly.'' Trev Yasuo is Ryuu's boyfriend. Soon to be his fiance. He is half Japanese, just like Ryuu. ''Ahhhhh, you got me worried, I thought... Ahhh, I hate you.'' Ryuu laughed, and so they headed outside after the one who would be looking after the animals arrived and exchanged Ryuu for her shift.

“Tyr, let’s get straight to the point. I’ve invited you over today because I require your assistance with a very important matter.” Tyr got it together and stopped asking questions. He quietly waited for Maxime to tell him everything. Maxime reached his hand into the robes. He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Tyr. Tyr took the letter that was written in English and Japanese. He could tell from a glance that it was an invitation for a duel. “Ren Asakura!” Tyr frowned as he read the name out loud. Maxime nodded and explained, “Currently, Ren Asakura is Japan’s most powerful shaman. His grandfather, Jin Asakura, was once the grand tutor and the most famous shaman in Japan’s hi

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

I stand over him, breathing hard, as four Yakuza soldiers come rushing over from the bar with guns leveled. I stare at them and show my teeth. Their leader, a man named Bob Tanaka, shakes his head. "You're a fucking mess, Khazan." "If you had left a gun like I wanted, this would've been cleaner." "Guns are loud. Look at my carpet! What a goddamn mess." "I need to wash my hands." "Yeah, yeah." Bob waves me away. "Go take care of yourself. Ah, what a fucking wreck." He barks orders in Japanese to his soldiers as I return to the back room.

Ryosuke Kondo was a powerful genius in the ninja world, one seen only once in a century! Ryosuke Kondo's quick draw technique had even reached the point of perfection. In terms of disguises, Ryosuke Kondo was no match for Nine-Tails, but if it was a comparison of combat power, ten Nine Tails could not compare to one Ryosuke Kondo! The conclusion had been written long before the opening.