Ryu Yamada Novels & Stories

grumbled Ryugu as he slammed his fist on the table, knowing that his carelessness had resulted in Gerald escaping his grasp again… “What on earth is even happening anymore… Why do they even have connections with the Yamashitas? And who exactly is this old man you keep talking about?” muttered the confused Suijin. “Well, we don’t know much about him, though he does appear to be a Yamashita in his eighties… Regardless, as far as I know, he had apparently been watching me and Gerald fight for quite a while. Had he not disarmed me with his shuriken back then, I could’ve surely ended Gerald right there and then…!” growled Ryugu, angry with himself that he hadn’t attacked Gerald again immediately

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

A red dotted map appears, indicating that the Lord is in danger and at the point shown on Don Lee's cell phone. Don Lee was a little confused, he knew, his master was not someone to be easily defeated. He was sure, the situation that befell his master was not an ordinary situation. That's why, he brought many of his troops to the location point. Not only ordinary troops, Don Lee also brought the greatest troops in martial arts. ______ Jordan Catwalk entered the laboratory room. The man carried a syringe with a green liquid in it. "What do you want from us?" asked Jeremy. Jordan, who was walking with Diana and Jack beside him, laughed.

And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee

I lunged. The first man didn’t expect me to move, much less leap at him like a feral animal. I drove the blade into the meat of his thigh and shoved my body weight against him as he howled in shock, losing his footing. He crashed to the ground, dropping the gun. His eyes widening in surprise. But the second one was faster. A boot collided with my ribs, knocking me back. Pain split through my side, I crawled out before being able to stop myself, but I rolled, grabbing for the dropped weapon. My fingers wrapped around cold steel…

And besides, they would have to be close enough for his sibling to piss off Miyamura and walk away without a scratch. This man is a dominant alpha who is considered as ‘superhuman’ compared to everyone else. There is no way he did not ‘let’ Yamato pull her out of the way— he deliberately didn’t harm her. And she knows it too. “You should try this again and find out”. Miyamura pointedly glances at the window. A reminder of his earlier threat. Yukimura Rei says nothing, she simply turns and walks away, still smiling— Yamato follows, at a reasonable distance.

I wonder if they became a burden to him. Then there's the fact that he won't use my name. For this reason, I refuse to use his. I sometimes use the term 'sir' when we train. My go-to is simply 'dragon'. I can't help a small sigh escaping as I think of our daily training sessions. He never wears a shirt. His chest and arms are magnificent as he wields a sword. It's quite hard to concentrate while his muscles flex and ripple with each movement. I've had several near-fatal accidents when my daydreams take me away from the sword play. He gets so angry even though it's entirely his fault. Mostly, I'm sick of the constant inner turmoil that eats me alive. I know I will give in and lose his game. I

We go back and forth like this; I feel like I’m close to giving up with all the jabs at my sides. Fuck, these ribs will take forever to heal. Time is running out, and I know that I had to move fast because the more I block and punch him, the angrier he seems to get. This has to end, I have to pull a rabbit out of a fucking hat, or I’m dead in the next few minutes! Taking a breath that burns like the pits of Raerin’s rivers, I leap forward, but Creed grabs me around the waist, his grip like iron as he wrenches me off balance and slams me to the ground.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju