Shiba Miyuki Novels & Stories

"Did Tiger do something bad to you? You can't get away from him?" "I love him. I love him so much! But he doesn't. He's too sick to love me, and it's hard for me to let go of him… no, you'll never understand because you're not me," Misya wailed, "what's clear is, he'll use you. So, there's no other way. You have to die!"

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

"Guys! Please help me from this Chudail! Yeh meri izzat lutna chahti hai bhari mehfil k saamne!" Translation - "Guys! Please help me from this witch! She wants to rob my honour in front of everyone!" At his sentence, Shanaya scoffed and glared at him. "Puh-lease! I won't even spare a glance at you Mr. Sir! He has stolen my favourite towel from my desk!" She said. We composed ourselves and asked Shanaya to explain.

They were trained to flee. Understanding what the blonde actually meant, Baji replied. "Don't worry. Saburo is among our best fighters." His answer surprised the two. "All of them here can fight? Even Mika?" Jai asked. Mika was the only person in this office that he believes, is normal. She looked just like ordinary girl who loves sewing and adorable things. She was the one who actively takes care of Shoru while she's working which thankfully, made the puppy adjust well to the place.

My lips twitch into a knowing smirk. “And my wolf,” Miyuki continues, exhaling sharply. “She loses it anytime he’s around… it's like I can't even think straight with all the commotion going on in my head, with all the loudness. Everything inside me keeps drawing me closer to him, and if I'm not with him, I... begin to long for him...” She explains. And hearing what I've been feeling about Octavius this whole time makes me sigh empathetically as I look back at her. I hum knowingly. “Yeah… you’re definitely describing the mate bond...”

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

"Did you think that I wasn't a warrior?" "If we can be honest," Blake chimed in, looking a bit confused. "I didn't expect you to be a warrior at all." "This is going to be fun," Miki said. He looked over to her to see a huge grin on her face. Shiro shared that grin. Not many people knew much of his sister. He would like to change that. She was going to be the next Luna of their pack after all. "Perhaps you'd like to train a little, then?" Shiro asked Blake. "My sister loves new challenges."

- added Yumiko at the end with a rather serious face. - Do you really have to bother me with this?- Miyuki looked at her almost pleadingly.- Even if you're right, do I really have to go after the first guy who gets in my sight? Can't I really keep this first time for someone I will truly love?- she asked slightly reproachfully.

Shimki squeaked. "No, I am good here." Shimi shot back using her small fingers to whisk away the wispy strands of hair that had fallen in her face. "But your hair, it's in my fac..." Shimki did not complete her complaint. Shinja interrupted their banter. She was the youngest of them all and the most eager to listen to the tale that their grandmother was about to tell them.