Sarutobi Mirai Novels & Stories

Maybe I should go and help him? Adrian’s eyes glint with determination as he circles around the beast, trying to find an opening. I watch in awe as he charges towards the hydra’s main head, his jaws open wide and ready to strike. But this time, the hydra knows what he is doing. It wraps its massive body around Adrian’s, squeezing him so tightly that I can hear the bones in his body snapping. I feel a lump form in my throat as I watch my friend struggle against the monster’s grip. But just when I think it’s all over, Adrian grits his teeth and unleashes a burst of lightning that sears through the hydra’s body. The creature screams in agony as it disintegrates into a cloud of ash.

“I hated Saris for what she made me do. I think… I hated Mira more for not stopping her.” Ari placed a hand on her shoulder. “They gave us what they could. Now we give what we choose.” Before dawn, Ari returned to the bloom one last time. It was taller now. Still young, but complete. The stalk held three spiralling rings: the first in Mira’s symbol. The second, Seris’s. The third a new rune, shaped like a spiral held between two palms. She felt the weight of everything they'd lived through pressing into her. “Is this peace?” she asked.

More common than the one before. He kept reading in a loud voice. - "The next are three brothers; Souji, Ryutaro and Hijama Takahashi. Ages; 18, 18 and 16 respectively. All have Sacred Gears. They are; 'False Gift', 'Mantle of Caos' and 'Tome of Magic'." - He stopped reading and turned to the other page. "Seems images of them are here." *Swift!* - When he said that Sirzechs stole the paper from his hands.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

MIA: she's slightly yandere but let's not talk too much about it. RIN: the fact that she can beat people up without magic should be considered its own form of magic. she utilizes her tools perfectly. VICTOR: yeah, the teleporting genius. there isn't much to say yet. YAMATO: the O.P. gourmet chef. expect more from him. TANAKA: no need to talk, she already knows that you think about her. WARAMAKI: master of all elements. he's not the avatar though. KOJIRO: he also has a strong mental barrier. he can be untouchable if he wants.

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

Closer to see the nameplate of the device: [Time Machine – Researching] Lina gave a wicked smile, but her parents' words made her pause for a moment: “ The time machine is being researched...” However, when she looked at the past life monitor, her parents' warning words immediately disappeared, replaced by: "If you want to cut off the predestined fate in this life, you must cut the predestined relationship from the previous life."

Hiro “Already told you I don’t fix shite,” Sai snaps against Ayame’s pain. Her vulnerability. “You want a shoulder to cry on, call Farm Boy. Breaking things is my only point and purpose,” Sai slams back into the chair, shoving the bread pudding in his mouth before the leash he’s keeping on himself snaps.

"He went pale as death. What a pity Robbie slipped away too quickly. Otherwise, I'd have mocked him right alongside Ned." Rachel, rummaging through her trunk for something she wanted to give me, rolled her eyes. "Mistaking your savior—that's the oldest, most cliché plot ever. Don't you dare tell them the truth, or they'll probably start some kind of twisted gratitude romance." Thanks to memories of our past life in an era with the internet, the two of us had a far more modern outlook than the times around us. Wasn't this the suspension bridge effect? Their fear-induced accelerated heartbeat ultimately morphed into blind devotion toward Scarlett.

Hiro sets perimeter markers—silent chimes only a Lycan ear would catch. The plant specialist—Mirela, from Silias’s group—unloads her cases, checking vials and seeds like they’re children tucked in for bed. Elliot’s already stringing a tarp between two trees, humming under his breath. Lina sits cross-legged near the fire, hood shadowing her face, eyes sharp and distant. And Rhys—Rhys stands like the night owes him something. A war hammer given flesh, as Devon once said, shoulders broad, jaw set, presence heavy enough to make the fire lean his way.