Sho Arrietty Novels & Stories

The weight of her words pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket, chilling and inescapable. For the first time, I glimpsed the terrifying truth: this curse was a living nightmare, a shadow that could devour not only Ryu and me but everything we held dear. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath our feet, a deep, guttural roar slicing through the night air. From the depths of the forest, a pack of dark wolves surged forward, their eyes gleaming with savage hunger and unyielding loyalty to the enemy. Panic threatened to unravel me, but Ariel’s steady hand gripped mine, anchoring me amidst the storm. “This is the moment,” she whispered fiercely. “You have to trust me. I’m the only one who kn

They would chase one another through the underbrush, their figures weaving a tapestry of movement, and Aria, invigorated by their untamed spirit, reveled in the joy and freedom they embodied. In this delicate dance of friendship, she dedicated herself to learning their names and personalities. Akira, the strong gray male, radiated a protective nature, always vigilant, a quiet guardian watching over her. Luna, the sleek black female, was a bundle of playful energy, her exuberance often instigating wild chases, while Zephyr, a mischievous young gray male, was renowned for his daring escapades, darting off into the woods, exploring the boundaries of their territory with boundless curiosity.

Shadows danced around her—familiar yet strange, as if they recognized her even though she did not recall them. Aria turned slowly, her breath quivering. “Where… am I?” Selene’s voice resonated beside her, though the woman was not physically present. “Within the memory they attempted to erase.” A child’s laughter echoed—soft and innocent. Aria became still. A little girl, perhaps four or five years old, dashed between the trees. Her midnight-black curls bounced behind her. Her eyes—brilliant silver, so luminous they appeared almost otherworldly—sparkled with mischief as she pursued a glowing butterfly.

Aria walked slowly down the center aisle, her heart doing a completely ridiculous, joyful flutter in her chest. She stopped in front of a small display of newborn shoes. She reached out, running her fingers over a pair of tiny, perfectly crafted white knit booties. They were incredibly soft, so completely small they easily fit into the palm of her hand. She stared at them, imagining Damian’s massive, heavy hands holding something so incredibly fragile. She pictured the complete shock breaking his ruthless composure, the realization hitting his dark, intense eyes. "I will take these," Aria told the smiling saleswoman.

Lungs burning, Princess Nya Gould of Frindom tore through the forest, her feet flying as her eyes oscillated from the tree branches in front of her that reached to grab her white blonde hair to the roots that threatened to trip her. The trees were thick, creating a canopy above her, making it easier to find shadows that would conceal her, once she settled on a hiding place. For now, the footsteps behind her thumped closeby, and she knew if she were to hesitate for even a moment, the one who chased her would be behind her.

Sharon could kill a person in a single strike, but Sarong could torture a person in just three. “Hah!” Sharon exclaimed as she rushed towards Shanxi carelessly. Her eyes were slightly clouded, yet they brightened in excitement when she reached her destination. Her mouth was wide open in a maniacal smile, and her arms which held on to Canyon’s Mouth shook in the excitement of the battle to come.

But until when? After having her fill, Carysse grabbed her blanket and climbed her favorite tree that overlooked the village. It was a giant Kairin tree, its white wood reflecting the silver light from the moon and its branches were so wide it could hide a platoon of soldiers. Chaos and Elder Shimar had entered the tent after eating and now was the time for her to rest for a while. For tomorrow will be another day of survival, but this time, with Chaos in their village.

She didn't have to wait long, and Harriet arrived in a horse-drawn carriage, along with a few guards. But when she saw Harriet appear, Arai was silent for a moment. A friend she hadn't seen in a long time looked even more charming. "Harri!" Arai jumped into Harriet's arms as she entered the boutique. She was taller than Harriet, so Harriet could bury her face into Arai's plump breasts. "Oomph! Arai!" Harriet returned her friend's hug cheerfully after breaking free from her cleavage. Arai stepped back a little and grabbed Harriet's shoulders, then watched her whole body from head to toe in admiration. She nodded in satisfaction. "You are okay. You also gain weight. Good," she commented.

a loud chuckle and then a laugh broke out hearty and wide “you hurt me, that would seem so true if only you could cast a junior level magic spell but seeing as you have failed at even that I believe you can not hurt me anymore than I am already hurt and it is “resolnt kor arbeg’ little girl he stepped out of the shadow of a large tree and replied scarstically almost immediately the bowl began to shake as a swarm of butterfly burst out if the bowl and into the fields butterflies if different shades rested on the fields of grasses and flowers.

It was focused. Alive. Bright. Her eyes snapped open— And they glowed. Not like the creatures. Not hollow. Radiant. Gold. The forest seemed to recoil. The shadows hesitated. For the first time— They looked uncertain. “What… is that?” one of them whispered. Aria lifted her hand slowly. The air around her shimmered. “I think,” she said quietly, “…it’s mine.” And then she released it. A wave of energy exploded outward. But this time—