Sukuna Nails Anime Novels & Stories

“Sharp-tongued. Maybe a little unhinged. But secretly lonely and is open to an emotionally oppressed boy who looks like he hasn't slept in days.” Kieran gave it a second to think about what he just heard. “So… you’re looking for your clone in a skirt format?” Tanaka pointed at Kieran with his index finger and nodded solemnly. “Exactly.” Annie smirked. “I have one friend who collects switchblades and writes stories about love between a man and a woman who are not destined to be together. Does that count?” Tanaka’s eyes lit up like someone had just handed him a live hand grenade and told him it was a love letter from an emo goth mommy. In all honesty this guy might be a masochist; I do not kno

When Yuna regained consciousness, she could hear a woman cheering, "it's a girl!" The woman had a surgical mask covering the bottom half of her face. She resembled a ninja, but her clothes were too bright to be considered a ninja. She assumed that maybe it was normal to dress this way in this world. Yuna looked around and noticed a random metal box that kept making odd sounds. She had never heard anything like it. The ninja lady gently passed Yuna over to her mother.

“Stella?” Anya’s concerned voice cut through my haze. “Are you alright? You look pale.” I blinked and met her gaze in the mirror, suddenly realizing what I was about to do. She didn’t know, but I’d been this close to shredding her wedding gown. I quickly retracted my claws and took a step back, clearing my throat. “I’m fine,” I bit out. Stella furrowed her brow. “Your claws were extended—are you sure—”

My hand moved involuntarily and I found them resting on Clara’s shoulder. “I know you’re doing everything,” I assured her, forcing a smile. The door of her new office barged open, Donna coming in, “Three new cases were confirmed, Luna.” Without saying a word, Clara and I dashed out. Two female and one male members were tied in a huge and thick rope , the warriors trying their best not to let go of it. “Bring them in for isolation immediately!” Clara shouted. They’re acting worse than a monster. It was as if they had lost themselves and had no control over themselves. Eyes red, drooling, and regardless of being in their human form, patches of furs and claws were already showing.

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g

If Naraja could remember correctly her name was… Naraja: “Anima, right?” Anima: “...” While hearing her name slip from Naraja’s mouth, all that Anima did in return was nod her head in reply towards Naraja without a sound or word coming from her mouth. Naraja tilted his head at the fact that he couldn’t quite put his finger on this little girl nor the sense of an absentminded, but yet a strong foothold on things around her. Naraja could feel it from her. Just because of this he also felt a sense of pride swirl itself inside of him. He knew that she was quite cute, not from the fact of her face but from the fact as she wore a dress similar to the one Sunshine was wearing, except this one was a

Mukura shouts asking from within the cave after seeing that Gwanhoya is still in the same pose at the same spot she left her perceiving her as a shadow. “No, not really, I need not sleep nor drink to survive like a normal human being anymore! And now that my body merger is complete! I nothing in this world will be able to stop me!” Escaping the darkness of the cave and coming into the light, Mukura comes face to face with a monster of a variety she has never seen before. What has she consorted with? The skin now scarlet with black stripes, with nails like an eagle’s talons, at her back two openings like wounds but with no blood or insides showing, wearing an ancient armour and a stuff in her

As they were getting far from the dead end settlement, one of his mates speaks breaking the silence. "Leader…do you think, this is the time?..". "It's not our place to questions…we are the shinobi..do what been asked and serve faithfully….if it comes then it comes..".(Sasu) What Sasu said was correct, as a shinobi they were highly discipline and dedicated to their jobs. But deep inside Sasu was also thinking about the inkling of hopes shown a few moments ago, and honestly he started to believe, why because from the moment they start moving not a single monsters can be seen, accept for a few limbless zombies that was hanged upside down with a hose and a bottle on the ground and a writing sayi

(Moved closer to her and points a sword at her body which was lying weakly on the floor) CLAIRE: (groans but too weak to stand up) Go to hell SIG: Dark Demon Suju...(moved back to do the finishing) Dark Circle Ultimate Version (raised his sword and formed a bigger circle. He slashed the circle and it was already heading for Claire who was starting to stand but before it could get to her, an invisible echo backfired the circle which went back to hit Sig. ANYA: (rushed to Claire) Are you okay? (Claire nodded weakly)

“We’ll get through this together, like you always say.” Reynard teased, “You’re such a softy.” Brendan flipped him off. She smiled, rummaging through her bag to unpack her things. Slowly, she pulled out item after item, ready to organise everything back into its rightful place. Diving a little deeper into her bag, Suki yelped and withdrew her hand. “Are you okay?” Rey enquired, concerned. “Yeah, something just scratched my hand.” She pulled out the item and held it in her palm – a small metallic beetle, looking almost robotic with a pale pink gem in the centre. “This isn’t mine,” she whispered. Then, as if on command, the beetle moved, biting down on her palm, and the pink gem lost all its c