Seri Awashima Novels & Stories

Ngumiti siya sa akin. Isang matamis na ngiti ang aking naging sukli at tumuran, “Ako po si Aimi Allecxiannie.” Halata sa kaniyang mukha ang bahid ng pagkagulat. May sinabi pa s’ya ngunit sobrang hina nito kaya't hindi ko narinig. "Hija, maari ka bang bumalik dito bukas? May ipapakita lamang ako sa ‘yo..."

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

She slept in ruins where Dustborn blood still stained the earth. She passed abandoned cities where wolves once reigned and children played in firelight. And finally, she found the Ashwake’s army. Or what passed for one. They weren’t soldiers. They were survivors. Wolves. Witches. Broken-bloods. Bannerless warriors gathered around a flame they didn’t understand but dared to follow. And at their center, Seren. She saw her first from the cliffs above Emberfall camp. The girl stood with her back to the rising sun, hair tangled, skin marked by the twin scars: the crescent and the crown.

I forced air into my lungs. I am Queen Ayamira. Gold light spread through the water. TRUE. The White Tide crown burned against my skull. A child cried somewhere beneath the chamber. I swallowed. I carry the blood of Ayame Rivers. The pool split into white and gold. TRUE. Not her body. Not her life. Her blood. Kiyomi stepped into the edge of the water. The red band around her wrist tightened. I am Kiyomi Rivers. The chamber went silent. FALSE. Hayate’s face emptied.

There was a strange beauty to the way she moved, a perfect blend of power and elegance. Her wolf had radiated raw energy, her movements sharp, precise, and filled with an instinctive understanding of battle. At that time, her wolf was a secret to others, appearing only before me and the members of the Council. Even then, I had known that Ashina was extraordinary. She was more than just a skilled warrior—she was a force of nature with aim. As I reflected on the past, I realised that my admiration for her had never faded. If anything, it had only grown stronger over time.

I crawled at the rope with bound my hands, fought against the burning in chest and when the black spots started to appear in my vision, I knew I had no more fight left. Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues all gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. The last sunrise of my life. Not a bad view at all!

If they are still worrying about her blood being a subject of evil desires, she feel very confident with the serum Amari made for here. Just when she confided to Amari about what she is going to do to save them, Amari was already exalting after finding the formula that makes her blood ordinary. After numerous failure, at last, Amari had found it. Though it was only for a span of time that they don't know how long, Maridelle hopefully clings to the silver lining that her blood would be of no use to their enemy until the back up saves them.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

No vital signs are present and Barima is grey and dull, withered beneath a very vibrant Seraphine. Sera sits straighter, back arching as she tilts her head back and hums to herself, still in her demon. Her long tongue flicks out to clean her face and a bad of drool rolls down her long neck and disappears into her cream blouse. Her hands run along her shoulders and chest sensually and a sigh emerges from her now clean lips. She rolls Barima over and sniffs her, perhaps searching for missed blood or lingering energy. Upon finding nothing, she stands and gingerly kicks the woman flinging her body half up onto the couch.

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.