Shirogane Kei Novels & Stories

The ocean in that region was treacherous. Ever since Sherizad died in that implosion that she caused by fusing her dagger and Tristan's sword, the Northern Chief and his minions were also gone for good. Nobody exactly knew what might have happened in the final battle that we were supposed to fight. But they tried to tell me that Sherizad got over ambitious after Tristan came out of his coma.

8Th Level Earth Realm! Sarong gripped his saber with utmost concentration. Although he could feel his body being filled with strength from the blessing of Reaper’s Edge, he didn’t dare lose his focus. He and Sharon were vastly different. Not just in terms of character, but in their fighting styles as well. Actually, it was their characters that fueled their fighting styles.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

He tried not to notice. Tried not to think about the conversation they had shared that morning in the training courtyard. I saw something familiar. Darkness. The words lingered in his thoughts far more than they should have. A voice broke through the murmuring court. “Your Majesty.” A tall demon stepped forward from the gathered nobles. His armor gleamed dark red beneath the torchlight, etched with the sigil of the southern legions. General Kharvek. Adrian recognized him immediately. Kharvek bowed low before the throne.

The White Knight startled hearing his sudden question but he answered anyway, "Ah, Indeed. I'm with the You can call me Shiro Kishi(White Knight). (AN: I'm just gonna call him Shiro for easier typing). Issei - Hoo. Is that so... Then suddenly Issei released his bloodlust against him, and Shiro felt very threatened at this moment. From the day he was born he never felt this threatened by someone before. Even Acheval doesn't really give him much threat. He's suffocating just from Issei bloodlust alone. Issei - What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Then Issei calmly walks towards him but Acheval suddenly stopped him. Acheval - Wait, Issei. Please, let me handle him...

Stepans and Shin Hiro All Shin are taught to understand and relieve the pressures we have to avoid getting bogged down, distracted, or otherwise unable to perform at our maximum level. Worse, avoid a depressive spiral or attacking someone with the lethalness of our craft. Shin-ki’s literal translation is the Shadow Kill with good reason. I was so high on the buzzed sensation. Energized rather than drained from the journey, I didn’t even wait to join the Hunt. Probably the reason I was tolerated.

“Are you sure I can just call you by your name?” Akiro was surprised to know the guy was just twenty-years old. That just means he will stop aging from now on. And it means Akiro finally has someone his age that he can talk to! A friend... perhaps? “Yes! Please just call me Akiro,” he responded, smiling. “What’s your name?” “Oh! Right. Uh... I’m Shiro,” the guy— Shiro— shyly introduced himself. “I’m the cooks’ only son. I’ve been helping them here in the castle for most of my life.”

His vision tunneled. This isn't happening. Brain death. Oxygen deprivation. I'm in a hospital somewhere and my mind is creating this— [SOVEREIGN CULTIVATION SYSTEM INITIALIZED] Golden text appeared in his vision. Hovering in the air like a heads-up display that only he could see. [HOST DETECTED: JAY VENTURI / CROWN PRINCE JAYVYN AURELIUS] [SOUL FUSION COMPLETE] [WELCOME, SOVEREIGN]

It's very odd, but I have other things to think about, and her absence is a worry for another time. Sarn leans in close and flicks my chin with the very tip of his finger. "My dragon and I are one and the same. I've heard bear shifters speak of their alternate form as other. Dragon is the purest form of the man. It's the difference in our magic."

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.