Shirogane Kei Novels & Stories

Lucy The rag was still in my hand, but my fingers had gone numb. My whole body felt like it had gone cold when Riker said those words. Pet. I’d heard worse, yes. But the way the men in the lot laughed—or pretended not to—burned hotter than fists ever had. Fists left bruises that faded. Words stuck, carved into the softest places of you. I kept polishing the chrome because I didn’t know what else to do. The metal shone under my hand, but the shine didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. That’s what Riker had meant. I was just something Blake had picked up on the side of the road. Disposable.

Ganzorig was much taller than the average Salamander. His hair was in a top knot and he had a long thin nose that was aquiline and raptorlike. His skin was bronzed while his eyes, always half-open, belied his violent nature. He wore chain mail on his huge arms and steel gauntlets on his hands; wide chains crisscrossed his bare chest. This was the trademark attire of the Kanebori-shu or Gold-diggers. They were fire Slayers lured from distant regions by the gold rush, renowned for their skill in demolitions and explosives like nitroglycerine. Many of them had been recruited by the Khaganate to become siege-engineers and sappers in wartime.

Until he gains his full power and potential, the sword of not knowing and guessing, was the only weapon that can help keep him alive. What is he doing here? Someone whispered from the right. Bozo did not turn in the direction nor allowed the displeasure to showcase itself on his face. He kept his pace steady as he continued ahead. Let them keep guessing. “My lord,” Kechi was saying as he hurried towards him.

"No. I'm making the right choice for once. Magnificence dies tomorrow. Brock loses everything. And you lose your investment. That's justice." "Justice." Shaw laughed. It was a cold, dead sound. "You naive little girl. You think this is about justice? This is about power. About who has it and who doesn't. And you just made an enemy of someone who has a lot of it." "I survived Brock. I survived Salvatore. I'll survive you too." I hung up. My hands were shaking. I'd just declared war on Gregory Shaw. A man who destroyed people professionally. A man with unlimited resources and no conscience.

His sword sliced through the air, unleashing a powerful force akin to a hundred swords striking the massive stone. The boulder fragmented, yet Kenru stood before me, his back turned. The scent of his masculine presence was unmistakable. "Tigrani's hair is immortal. You don't step this close to snakes," he said, addressing me. He pointed his sword's tip toward the hair strands surrounding my feet. Swiftly, he severed them, then hauled me closer with a powerful pull. His strength was overwhelming, his grip nearly all-encompassing. "How sweet. The bastard of the 9th kingdom, Kenru Zorwig, or should I say Prince Kenru Rousad?"

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 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.

Vogar laughed into my ear. The beast came to a stand still. Howling as rage crossed through his eyes. He was nothing like the man I fell in love with. He was a different thing. A predator. This was the part of him I'd never wished to see. But it felt so right watching him fight off the bad guys even when he was a predator as well. “Good, Leo. I love the fact that you are listening. Now shift into your human form, or she dies,” Vogar pulled me into his hold. My body became weak. The bone of my neck was starting to twist. I couldn’t shift because I was stuck.