Ryuk Novels & Stories

I heard the Japanese talk. "Don't mind him and just give him time. And what the hell is your name?! We can't call you Japanese there, Japanese here!" That's Jevro. Redo, as I explained before. It's the condition when your power is eating yourself. If you can't be comforted, you'll turn into Creftus. The creature who is more powerful than Malemyn and so the monster. "My name Kiro Yakamoto. I'm-" "Hey! Stop talking you assholes! Help me here!"

"Your majesty, if I may?" Ryka spoke diplomatically, bowing his head to show his reverence. "I don't think it wise for you to play right into the humans' hands. They might not be wise, but their intentions are unscrupulous." Ryka, the vampire warrior raised his head, revealing a pair of emerald eyes that looked utterly misplaced on his hardened face. He had shoulder-length hair and was big-framed, a man that was always out for blood, pun unintended. He was considered a beast by many due to his big size, his straight mouth which rarely ever stretched to form a smile and his hawk-like gaze that never missed much.

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

"Wow, that's the first real gun I've ever seen. Mr. Tiger is so scary. No wonder he's been surrounded by dark energy since the concert. Now it's all been answered!" Zerikyu's chatter was amusing. His pink lips curled up like elastic, though they weren't any curlier than his hair. Let me guess, Zerikyu babbled because he was mumbling while reciting the text. If he were to retire, I suggest he become a...rapper. "So?" I crossed my arms. "How much do you know about Tiger? And how are you going to help me?" "He's a psychopath." Zerikyu swallowed nervously, leaning halfway toward me. "And only you can stop him. Something between birth and death."

To stop and was able to kill that filth easily, but it is for his Mate , for his lover, for his life and soul, for his age and heart, it is for Ardena! It's their end yes! He looked weak and confused, and he never left her from his bosom, that wolf who grabbed Mike by the neck and squeezed him under his hands to raise the gasps of the herd of Annevirus.. his previous herd.. Zayn , despite his weakness, could easily smell the smell of fear from them, and the smell of anger from this wolf.. her devil as she calls him He ran at top speed and with one movement he killed many of them as he snarled with his sharp teeth in front of them

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.

It’s like parts of me that I didn’t know were missing are now where they should be. Apolliana’s mind merges with mine, expelling the madness and any human weakness I hold until I’m who I was always meant to be. I’m no longer bogged down by empathy or love. All I feel is a sense of purpose as I take a satisfying breath and prepare to end all living creatures. This is what I was created to do. I am the destroyer, and I will fulfill my legacy. Vitality courses through my vanes until I’m the being of destruction that I was meant to be. My lip quirks with arrogance as I open the compartment and pull out an old scroll.

And she can call herself the niece of Kenji Kirisawa, the legendary Black Dragon who was extremely famous in the underground society of Japan. “You talk too much.” Yuri hissed dangerously, tightening her grip on her gun. “You are no God. And I am not the ‘Child of God’.” She tightened her grip so much that her gun looked dangerously close to crushing in her hand. “I’m the child of a murderer!” Her voice echoed throughout the room. Yuri straightened her posture before fixing her gun onto ‘God’. “I swear…even if I have to die here… I’m going to finish what my mother and uncle have both started! I swear that I will kill you here!”

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”