Romans & histoires Shirogane Kei

His gaze flickered between Lennox and Violet before they solely set on her. A guard opened the door for her. With one last glance at Lennox, she stepped inside. She was nervous. Her hands were sweating and she was sharply aware of Lennox's gaze drilling holes in her profile. "Princess Violet," The guy said, looking up at her. "I'm Shane. I worked for your father," he said. His voice was gentle. She couldn't even put into words what she was going through. She didn't want to hurt her mate just because she liked someone else but there was this haunting feeling at the back of her head that Lennox would kill Shane if she didn't choose him.

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.

Looking at the lean soldier standing in front of her. The soldier looks at Morrigan with the utmost respect, bowing his head low in front of the queen. His armor clattering at his slight movement. "I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Your Majesty. But I am here to deliver news from the borders by the orders of my superiors." Morrigan nodded her head as she huffed air from her mouth. Her fingers fidgeted with each other as they slowly grew sweaty from the anticipation of what news the guard will deliver her. "You did not disturb my rest, at ease." The soldier dipped his head lower before he rose from his salutation. His iron armor clattering softly, disturbing the ominous silence inside of Morrig

Samehada (Naruto) Among the seven swords on this list, perhaps Samehada is the sword you are most familiar with and you don't need to go into detail about its origins. Samehada or literally means "shark skin" is the main sword of Kisame, Itachi's partner in Akatsuki. This abnormally shaped sword was passed down from generation to generation since the first Mizukage Era. Kisame himself is not the rightful owner of this sword, but Samehada (as a soul sword) judges the ninja worthy of swinging it.

He gives me a worried look so I mindlinked him. ‘It’s okay, she’s not dangerous.’ I tell him and he furrowed his brows but nods. I looked over to Syria’s direction. ‘She’s a shifter, a dragon shifter,’ I finish my words and Hunter grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye. ‘Are you certain?’ He asked through mindlink. I nodded in reply and he let go of my arm, glancing at the woman named Syria. ‘How?’ He asked.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

He slowly drew his Nodachi. The blade wasn't made of steel, and it wasn't made of magenta plasma. It was forged from pure, hyper-condensed Origin-Code, but the frequency had been entirely corrupted. It glowed with a blinding, absolute white light that hurt to look at. "I am the Architect of the Sky," the Shogun declared. "And I will format you myself." The Shogun didn't run. He simply vanished. "Where did he go?!" Reyes shouted, sweeping her plasma rifle across the empty courtyard.

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

Also, even though Shiro is an ancient ethereal beast, his weakness is crowded unfamiliar places because he also gets lost so quickly. Currently, Shiki is once again asking those they meet if they know the right direction to the store with the name "Geanie’s Blacksmith" in the hope of getting back within the time given by Luna. Many people passed by them who did not know the place before there was a man who looked so downfallen that Shiki approached to ask.

The pair immediately began scanning their surroundings. “Looking for me?” Xiu Zhangjian sat casually, holding a wine bottle. He raised it and tilted his head back. “Ah, damn… do I really need to uncover my face for this?” They ground their teeth. They knew he wasn’t joking, he was mocking them. “Who are you?!” one of them barked. “Me?” Zhangjian pointed at himself lazily. “Just think of me as… the killer of death reapers.” “Bastard! Let’s kill him!”