Scarle Yonaguni Novels & Stories

It was a moment of pure harmony with nature, a serene escape from the bustling world outside. She couldn't miss the opportunity to visit Fushimi Inari Taisha, the famous shrine known for its thousands of vibrant red torii gates. Luna embarked on a mesmerizing hike up the mountain, passing through the gates one by one. The trails led her to stunning viewpoints, offering breathtaking vistas of Kyoto below. Luna felt a deep connection to the spiritual energy of the shrine and the dedication of those who had come before her.

As I land on all fours I stretch out and shake my fur to get the rest of the skin and blood off. My bear's name is Yona. It's Cherokee for bear. Our mate stood there smiling like a lunatic. "Holy crap. This is amazing. You are so furry." She walked up and started running her hands through our dark brown fur. She didn’t even mind getting a bit of blood on her hands. It was mostly off but there was always a bit left. Humans were usually terrified of Yona. He has a huge scar on his right eyelid. Another scar on his side and a huge scar down the left side of his ribs. All from war. All from trying to defend his people and the people who stood up for him.

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

I finally understood they never intended to take my dad away from us. They even lost their lives because of it. So, I continued to encourage my dad. "Dad, I can tell right from wrong. Just answer it." When the call connected, Erin's anxious voice came through. "Connor! Oliver collapsed from anemia again. He needs your blood right now." Both Oliver and I inherited our dad's rare blood type. If it were not so hard to find compatible donors, I think Erin probably would never have planned to return to the country. Since I insisted, my dad brought me along to the hospital. After Oliver was out of danger, Erin breathed a sigh of relief.

I have no idea if I meant that because I don’t know what is waiting for me. The SUV roared to life before coming to a stop in front of a massive barrier. Moonveil Academy waited on the outskirts of the northern regions, an institution for elite wolves that controlled through strength, cunning, and influence. Those who survived thrived, while those who failed disappeared. The ride was long and quiet. Every mile took me further away from Aria Vale and deeper into Arian Vale, the boy molded from betrayal and anger.

Grandmother’s stone body stepped out of the canal. Water streamed from her dark crown. Shigure looked past me. She happened. Grandmother opened her hand. A black spear formed. She threw it. Shigure pushed me down. The spear passed over us and struck Harun’s chest. The beast roared. Its lanterns shattered. Darkness poured from beneath its scales. Shigure ran to it. Stay with me. Harun snapped weakly at his arm. Yes, I know. Shigure pressed his bloody palm against the creature’s wound. Silver symbols spread across its scales.

The altar was about two metres wide and crimson in colour, its surface was covered with many intricate lines that gave a sense of vertigo if been stared at for long, along the circumference were twelve profound and mysterious runes. The alter served many purposes but in this instance it was used to test the bloodline of the child, if he wasn’t a pure Hunter then the alter wouldn’t even make the slightest reaction no matter what was done, apart from that it was used in testing one’s talent, after the person’s blood has been dropped at it’s very center the lines will light up with crimson light followed by the runes, the number of runes one was able to light up will correspond ones’ talent, li

And as she stared into his icy eyes, Scar knew that whatever it was would be a torment unlike anything she'd ever known. Stanley extended a hand to her, showing off the green tattoo on his hand and wrist that was identical to Scar's. The only difference was that parts of it were black, others an angry red. She hadn't realized that Stanley had a mark, too. Shit. That must have been how he tracked her. Scar whimpered, feeling the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She had nowhere left to run. The goblins who held her were merciless and hateful, full of lust for violence and blood.

Their departing footsteps echoed in the emptiness, leaving behind a trail of harsh echoes that reverberated through my thoughts. Amidst the lingering sting of their words, Jason received an urgent call. Despite the sorrow etched on his face, he explained the situation and apologized for having to leave. ""I have to go, Celicia. It's urgent. I'm sorry I can't accompany you, take care of yourself," he said, leaving me standing alone in the graveyard, abandoned once again. As the reality of solitude settled in, the graves around me seemed to symbolize the myriad losses I had endured. My grandmother, my family's support, and now, even Jason's comforting presence—all gone in the wake of an unexpe

I guess everyone is going, except me because I don't like how people look at me. You see, my scar makes me look ugly, really ugly. Sometimes I feel uneasy when in the company of people who don't know me, and in most instances when I meet new people they always have the same question, how I got the scar. I have given thousands of explanations until I am now tired of it all.Therefore this night I will walk to our small house, eat supper and sleep early. Drake, the Alpha of this pack is looking for his mate and he is convinced that she is here in the pack. The aim of the party is to identify the mate and i am not interested.