Ryūko Novels & Stories

He started wiping my tears away and I could feel his sincerity. “Don’t you remember me? We were friends before. My name is Yukio.” he said. Yukio? That’s the name of the crown prince but I can’t remember any of Sayori’s memory of him. I looked into his eyes and I could see that he was genuinely concerned about me. Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out.

Focus, Ri. Legion Vega is sitting beside me, his sharp gaze fixed ahead. He’s Arkyn’s youngest, the one who doesn’t carry the baggage of Legacy’s reputation. He looks to be about eighteen or nineteen; tall and lanky. He has long blond hair, a stark contrast to Legacy’s black hair, and when I first saw him, the color of his eyes surprised me. One is the red of his Lycan, the other is purple. “His hybrid status is still in question,” Arkyn had said. “We’ve met his Lycan and tailed beast, but that doesn’t explain the purple eye.”

- Miyuki replied and smiled as well, before giving her friend a little hug, then they both went back to work. ~~~~~~~~~ This time Yumiko went out to collect orders, and Miyuki stayed at the bar, taking care of its eastern wing intended for fans of more traditional drinks, because the western one, the kingdom of unconventional connections, was handled by the main bartender, Ryosuke Sakai, called by everyone The Wonderful Ryo, because he was very talented at bartending tricks and knew many different drinks. He was of medium height, well built, with pale skin, brown eyes, and hair always dyed in some strange color, from red to orange and green to blue, one time he even had silver hair or white

But it’s probably the wind which is causing his eyes to water. “W-what’s your name?” “Eren!” Eren says cheerfully and does a happy dance. The eyes of the man strangely widen a little. He begins to smile happily, indent dimples popping out. I look at him in awe, his smile and his dimples make me remember that of Eren's.

she asked, and my father gave her the go-ahead. "To Summon Mai'Aljannu, you will need Mai'Karfi. He resides in Rukum. When he comes, he will ask for a ram, a clay pot, a lizard's tail and a vulture's feather for the summoning. The first two you can get, but the tail and feather will be bought in the night market," she concluded and bowed. "Thank you." My father said and nodded, and the guards took her away. BINTA.

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

Ryuji sat there in silence, and beside him stood his two remaining sons. The first one—Takeo—was the eldest. Stoic. Calm. The kind of man who moved like a shadow and said little unless absolutely necessary. He reminded me of Ryuji in every way, from the way he kept his hands tucked in his sleeves to the subtle twitch of his jaw when emotional restraint was pushed too far. We had met once during my visit in Tokyo and he looks slightly better than he did then, he had been working out, that’s good. The second son—Renji—was the opposite.

My son says: - My name's Colby and I'm the youngest son of the Lycon Moon Pack Alpha. Despite being born an alpha, I took on the role of a beta in my pack. I'm 18 years old, and I will never reject you. Neither you nor your child, if you really are pregnant. The child has no memory of the monster that his father wore, and I'll treat him as my son. I see the boy soften his expression, and I leave the room. Colby is young but a great guy. It was not by chance that I chose him as my beta. I'm proud of the man he became.

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

Then, softly: “If it’s a girl… Arielle. It means lioness.” I smiled at that. “Strong name. Befitting a daughter who would have her father’s mouth and temper.” He nodded once, and the smile on his face was one that I couldn’t simply ignore. “And if it’s a boy… Lucian. It means light.” “Light,” I echoed, rolling the word on my tongue. “I like that.” He looked at me, something warm but unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Good. Because that’s what this feels like. Like a little light. The spark that can hold it all together, you know, make sense of things.”