Shinano Azur Novels & Stories

Shiro replied. [Shiro, a medium heighted, tan skinned, short-hair, and slim build. He is an all-rounder class soldier, who is a close friend of Jin. Suddenly, a woman approached towards Jin and Shiro. She is also a medium heighted, pale skinned, long hair that has highlights in light purple, and dark brown eyes.] “Hey Shiro, I’ve brought you some steamed chicken! Oh! Who is he!?” “Nova, this is Jin, he is one of my friends who gives me his excess scrap materials for enhancing my equipment, and also yours.” Shiro replied.

Reno gasped, reaching slowly into his jacket. Alexei’s shooters tightened their grips. "Easy, asshole." Reno pulled out a digital tablet, his fingers shaking as he held the screen up. "Just look at this." Alexei squinted at the display. A massive cluster of red lines plunged straight down the chart. "Talk to me, Reno," Alexei growled. "What am I looking at?" "Shinjiro’s bombs? That's just a sideshow to keep you looking at the streets," Reno cried out, pointing a trembling finger. "Ichiro just launched a short squeeze on my parent company's stock."

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

Azure 42 clung close behind, shadowing Nitro One with relentless precision. The atmosphere thickened. Spectators rose from their seats, unable to contain themselves—cheers turning into anxious shouts, excitement laced with tension. “One more lap!” “This is it!” “Azure 42 is catching up—but Nitro One isn’t giving it room!” Silverio De Asis stood with arms crossed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched Azure 42 struggle to close the gap. “Just like that,” he muttered. “Let them eat your dust.”

It's been a while! So I'm posting a recap in case everyone's forgotten the characters. Thank you for reading if you still are reading. Azure Phoenix (Aoi Phoenix): Aoi's sound was indie while Azure was more on the rock side- but also digestable. Izanagi- a quarter german. His german blue eyes and slightly forreign looking nose easily draws many girls to become interested in him. He bleached his hair in past but currently it's more of a fiery orange with red tips. His natural hair color is an ash brown. Used to play guitar but he now plays bass. One thing that hasn't changed is that he's still a vocalist.

The Yokozuna clan is the best infantry in all of the human kingdoms and arguably the best in the whole of Mundillum. Lord Shioto of the Aokami clan attended the meeting, dressed in the blue armor of his clan and the clan's insignia boldly engraved on his overcoat. Unlike the fat people of the Yokozuna clan, the Aokami are slim, blue-haired, and tall in their appearance. They are the second most respected clan in the kingdom and their beasts the Sheenzu are only second to the dragons. The Sheenzu has the head and feathers of an eagle, the body of a lion, and the power of invisibility. This made all the enemies of Snowlandia fear the Aokami clan during the Wars waged by Mashirotzu Mikhato term

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Enzo was a thousand little fantasies of mine, each one more perfect, more dreamlike, than the last: the damp curls sticking to his temples; the firm muscle of his chest and abs and shoulders; the scrape of his stubble, the pleasure-pain of his bites… My fingers darted to the buttons on his shirt. I rocked my hips against him as I worked, deftly undoing them, trailing my fingertips down each new inch of tanned skin I exposed. Dark ink streaked across his chest and, as I shoved his shirt off entirely, it took shape. The outline of it was a wolf, its head thrown back in a howl, but its body was made up of mountains and evergreen trees. More whorls of shadow and ink surrounded it in an abstract

She immediately went closer to me and checked if I was okay. “I… I… I don’t know what happen” I said while recalling everything that had happened. “You have a sigil,” She said and she showed it to me. I have a sigil that looks like an upside-down drop. “That is the sign of immortality,” She said while looking at me and waiting for my reaction. She showed me hers and it is in her right arm too but it is different from mine. “What did you remember?” She asked with excitement.