روايات وقصص ضمن Tanjiro

For now, I do not want to move. After several songs, Claire was still dancing up a storm. I took the last sip of my drink and was ready to find a way to leave and get home when he appeared. Talk, dark, handsome, sharp black suit, crisp white shirt, jet black, smooth solid block black mask with finite detail you could only see as light hit it. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him. “Do you mind if I join you?” The voice was smooth and enchanting.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Roy stood next to a tiny vending machine in the corner, trying out a strawberry flavour this time. Tanaka remained silent, arms folded, eyes locked on his gear. “No info on Ringo,” Brock muttered. “New entry. No videos, no stats, no aliases. Either he sucks... or he's a ghost.” “Or he has a sleeper build,” Kieran added. “Maybe he’s one of those freaks who trained in a forest until now.” Roy glanced at Tanaka. “Are you nervous?” Tanaka shook his head slowly. His jaw, though, was tight. “Not really. Weirdly… I feel kind of good.”

He was Taiga Renji. And if Dante Kurobane wanted to claim him, he’d better up his game. Because Taiga? He was no one’s conquest.

They were both crying and she looked up at me, not letting go of him. “Who is this?” Malachi asked. “This is my son, William,” I said and Malachi smiled. Charlotte let go of William but took his hand in hers as Malachi looked at him and bent down to his level. “Hello, William, I hear you’re the newest Sinclair.” Malachi offered his hand and William shook it. “Careful, Malachi. He looks like a tough little fighter to me,” Kiran said as he stood up and walked toward them. “I’m Kiran, can you throw a punch?”

Axel states. Before Clause could respond to that, the door burst open revealing Jason with a worried look etched on his face. "Alpha" I stood up, "What is it?" I asked all of a sudden tensed. "it's Lyra."

"There is something strange about you, man. I don't know what it is, but I will find out eventually." "Whatever you say, Hirðstjóri." Brand shrugged again. He didn't like the way the man looked at him. He somehow suspected something. Could he be one of the ones who had hunted the other shifters down when they escaped? They were still staring at each other when the young warrior returned with a bowl of some type of brown stew and a half-stale heel of bread. He presented the fare like he was a waiter in a fancy steakhouse back home. Brand almost laughed at the image. "Here's his food," the boy said proudly.

There's a boy on the floor of the cave, he wears a white t-shirt and a black pants although most of his shirt already a scrap, the boy looks skinny and with a brown hair that reach his neck, his body bloodied because he just took out 8 of his evil pieces from his body because the corruption they cause to his body and he supposed to die because there's never a history of a reincarnated devil stay alive after they lose their evil pieces from their body. The boy name is Issei Hyodou the current host of the Sekiryuutei or known as The red dragon emperor or called Y Ddraig Gooch and he's also known as chichiryuutei (oppai dragon) because of his love of boobs.

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

The guy flinched back in fear. His mind recalled the lost battle. And suddenly he realized where he was and how he ended up there. "S...Silvia?" The man tried and pretended to be unaware but Hunter wasn't having it. With a low growl, his claws extended out and he grabbed that guy's throat letting his claws pierce his skin causing blood to ooze out. "She... She was a seer who helped Alpha Alonso win all the battles," The guy said fearfully.