Suzaku Zero Novels & Stories

She asked anxiously, "What are you talking about? What is the Suzaku Genius?" The little fellow followed her and asked, "Yeah, Papa. What's a Suzaku? Is it beautiful like peacock? Tang Tang likes peacocks with beautiful big tails." During the conversation, her mouth seemed to going to breathe fire again. Qin Haodong quickly turned the little fellow to prevent her burning Lin Momo. "You don't practice martial arts so naturally you don't understand that. The Suzaku Genius is a very rare body and like the martial arts genius of in martial arts dramas."

While on training, Kana was always there, training among the father and son. Speaking of father and son. Let us rewind the birth of Niko. REWIND Zero's real name was Rusty Darkenlor. He met a lady by the lake of Basinica. The lady was wearing a white dress and a pink bonnet. Her name was Sasha. As the wind plays her hair. A man stood by afar watching her. Zero was intimiced by her beauty. Zero was wearing a black leather jacket and he was tossing a coin by his thumb back to his palm. He continued as he approached the girl.

Just green text. ZERO: You're late, Sterling. SEBASTIAN: Had to deal with a General. Are you ready? ZERO: My father's code protecting that bank? It's insulting. Give me the backdoor. "Who is Zero?" Jack asked, cleaning his gun (again). "Kenji Nakamura," Sebastian explained. "The estranged son of Takeshi Nakamura (Syndicate Target #4). His father framed him for cyber-terrorism to steal his code." "Kenji hates the Syndicate more than I do."

"Hey!" Ethan stopped dead in his tracks. He froze, his muscles tensing instinctively, and looked back over his shoulder. For a split second, his mind braced for a continuation of the hostility from moments ago—another sharp retort, another flash of friction in a city already operating at a boiling point. The mechanic was jogging over, his heavy work boots thudding against the concrete. In his outstretched hand, he held something small, his expression remarkably softer than it had been during their earlier dispute, the defensive posture melted away.

“Muk-“ his smile dropped. His excitement turned into disappointment. He saw a man, not Mukgu. “Oh, who are you?” He asked while checking up on him. He is scanning him through his system. “Zuno - Your creator.” He read it from his system. He then looked at Zuno. “Oh, so that’s you!” He then bowed at him. “Thank you so much for creating me!” Zuno smiled. “Yes, it’s me, Zuno. I’m from SOS Planet, and I know that you’re aware of SOS planet.” Mingchan’s eyes widened, he got up from bowing and clapped his hands. He looked at him. “Oh, yeah! I am from SOS planet and you are my creator!” He said enthusiastically while looking at Zuno's eyes.

“They called it ‘Supernatural’ because the venture boys needed a sexy deck. The lab called it PX-5. The men in suits called it Phase. Like it was an operation.” Jack set Aki’s photo down on the table between them. Black eyes. White hair. The composure of someone who owns gravity wherever she walks. “And her?” he asked. “Ghost program,” Susan said, almost to herself. “Recruitment out of disaster zones. Stateless. Practically invisible. I never met her. But the codename crossed server logs with a Japanese flag and a redacted training file from a contractor we all pretended didn’t exist.” “Sumua was declared dead,” Pauly said, tapping the corner of the dossier with a pen cap. “Somebody laundere

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

His mouth watered but he did not take the cup from her hand. "Drink this, Warrior." When he did not immediately obey her command, she cocked an eyebrow at him, the look perfectly mirroring the one her mother had given him not long ago. "Relax, Brandur the Destroyer, I'm not going to hurt you," she said, parroting his words. "It is only a restorative tea. If I wanted to kill you, I would do it in battle, not by cowardly poisoning."

She glances over at me and nods before making her way to the back room. Packing up my laptop and patiently waiting for the waitress, I survey the room and stop on a little girl in the corner by her mom. Ironically, she has blood red hair the color of the soul eater's and on closer inspection I notice that she has black soulless eyes too. Are there more than one or is she merely changing form? I find myself wondering this and then the waitress strolls out of the back with a bag containing the items I asked for.

He experienced the most intense hits of all, so intense that he couldn't avoid major injuries. Susan who came after Rosewell was the only one able to avoid all the flying petals. Due to her ability to manipulate space and time, she could easily warp the direction of everything that came her way. Lee was fairing well against the petals at first but he was soon nearing his limit and so was every one else. The number of swords he could use were dwindling, the same was happening for Fubuki, Kojiro's barrier couldn't maintain form anymore and Inumaki was exhausted long before Rosewell arrived. Luckily for them, Susan was able to teleport them away just before any of them could receive a fatal hit