Romans & histoires Sun Hashira

“Hasn’t anyone taught you to watch where you’re going?” Lying on the floor, dazed and trying to blink the stars from her eyes— Sakura Hoshino is pulled up by the front of her cleaning uniform. As her legs dangle above the ground, she comes face-to-face with a pair of heterochromic eyes— one black, and one a deep shade of purple. “Or were you just trying to get my attention, darling?”. It can’t be— Aronohai Misa?. Fuck. This day has to be fucking cursed!.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

She had been brave enough to offer, and he had rejected it. The Shark told himself it was for the best, as he watched her eyes mist with unshed tears. Lowering her lashes, she bent her head and began to tie her back her dress. He reminded himself again that he had done the right thing. For the second time in a few days, Shira wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. He was a rogue, used to stealing his way through and commiting other abhorrent acts, and she was the lady, future Luna of Diek and she had offered herself up so cheaply – and all because he had shown her a little kindness. She flinced slightly, her hands still on the knot she was forming on her dress, when he spoke again.

“Whatever this is, it ends before it affects my pack.” “It already has.” I step closer. “Then say it.” The moon hangs high above us. The light cuts across his face, exposing emotions I’ve never seen there before. “Shawn,” I say. “You were watching him,” I continue. “You moved towards him during my vows.” “You weren’t meant to notice.” The air thickens. “Kane.” He inhales slowly. “The Moon Goddess revealed my mate.” I stare at him. “What?” “It happened when the moon reached its peak.” His voice is tight. “During your vow.”

Sofia The sun was bleeding into the ocean, a massive hemorrhage of crimson and violet that signaled the end of the world or at least, the end of our world. It was our last night. Tomorrow morning, the jet would be waiting we would be carried back to the suffocating reality of the city. I lay on the massive bed, naked, my body tangled with Luca's. I traced the line of the black ink on Luca's bicep, a complex, geometric design that disappeared into his armpit. My finger followed the raised skin, memorizing the texture.

“Kuzuryū Daimyōjin, if wounded, could grow back any of his nine heads and any of his appendages.” “The ocean lizard has regenerative abilities too,” Sasha replied rather enthusiastically. “And one of my Biology senseis has been keeping a certain type of jellyfish for over two years. It has the unique ability to rewind its life cycle, thereby achieving a sort of immortality.” “Judging by her family name, Henka, is Himiko a jōnin?” Temujin asked. “Yep,” Sasha said. “She was from one of the oldest and most elite jōnin families in the north.”

“This territory is closed to your kind.” Thorne’s eyes narrowed. He didn't waste any time to get down from his horse ready to fight as always. “Thorne, no,” I said sharply, putting a hand on his arm. He turned to me and then back to them. “Do you have any idea who stands before you?” he asked, voice sharp. “I am your Alpha’s daughter’s fated mate. And I am the alpha of the Shadow Blood pack.” “And I am also the daughter of this pack,” I added, stepping forward as well. “Crystal of the White Snow Pack.”

Sunama’s blade looked like waves as she used water to sharpen the blade and Huricana swung with a speed that was unreadable to the others as she used the wind the help speed up her attacks. Their swords clashed and rang out in the arena as the battle continued, Sunama kicked her foot out and knocked Huricana on her ass pointing the water blade at her throat. Huricana dropped her blade and surrendered. “Sunama is the winner.” King Halamar announced as Sunama helped Huricana up and she headed to the bench. Smiling, she sat down beside me. I looked into her mind and saw that she had planned on losing. Odd, usually she would try to win.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

The bloody night ended well with the Aslanovs having to face another problem the next day. ............... The sun glows brightly in the sky, Sumire, who is living her life abroad, is currently shopping. She walks down the street under the sun that warms her skin. Midnight hair dances in perfect rhythm, cascading on her back. They move, choreographed by the unseen wind, in perfect time with one another. People walked around her and she shines among the shoals of fish in a myriad of directions.