Tatsumaki Novels & Stories

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The Trump Card… Takuya could not afford to hesitate. Gritting his teeth, he bit down until blood spurted out, staining his brush crimson. With swift strokes on the yellow talisman, he conjured a blood-red effigy, an eerie blood specter. That bizarre power, drawn from the Holy Jade Amulet, surged through Takuya, each blood-red effigy pulsing with the might of a seasoned warrior. "Is that all you've got?" Alexander stood unshaken, his fiery sword in hand, eyes glinting with deadly resolve. "You've sided with the Black Maple Organization, Takuya. You're not worth sparing today!

I hear the white witch sigh I wish I knew her name. “Tana is the only creature that can harness the eternal flame! No one else has done it without burning up! She serves the flame well and in return is gifted endless energy. A witch with endless energy could make this world anything they want. It is dangerous and if she gets her hands on it she will destroy this world!” How does she know so much about this witch? I don't even have to ask. She turns back to me it looks like pain flashes across her face momentarily and she pulls her sleeve to her right hand up. On her wrist lays a black tattoo that nearly glows. It is the marking of the Mizune sisters also known as the soul eaters.

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

Takuto Kimura stood nervously at the door of his grandmother’s house, adjusting the red Tang suit his mom had picked out for him. He looked less like a well-dressed young boy and more like a walking WANGZAI milk candy. The vibrant red fabric clung to him as if it were trying to suffocate him with festive cheer. He could practically feel the judgment of his cousins already. As he took a deep breath, it wasn’t to prepare for family bonding but to brace himself for what he knew would be a battle—his cousin was an all-around child prodigy, and Takuto had no intention of being outperformed today.

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled. “Show me what you’ve got, Samantha.”

The writing matched the words from the tower. I reached towards the water. Tsukiko slapped my hand away. “Do you often strike your guests?” I asked. “Only the ones who might awaken dead kingdoms.” Ayame folded her arms. “He has a habit of touching dangerous objects.” “You have known me for less than two hours.” “That was enough.” Hayate coughed into his fist. I ignored him. Tsukiko cut the tip of her finger with a small silver blade. One drop of blood fell into the bowl.

S) T.A.S has the mechanized tone that sound monotone whenever a notifications comes up. I do have the same guess as T.A.S, probably the reasons why I'm able to create a technique fats were probably due to my inability to use mana/magic, but thanks to that I was able to create my dream technique. "Time to Make my Dream come true!!…Vibrant Scape of a Thousand Cherry Blossom...….This is awesome~…".

Tightening her grip on the broken end of the stick, she waited, just in time for the tiger to leap into the air, aiming for her throat. Stepping to the right, she swung the stick, making sure her footing was balanced enough to cause severe damage. The tiger whimpered like a wounded dog as the force of impact carried it back towards the far side of the forest. Despite the intensity of the situation, Ejima couldn't help the smile of triumph that plastered the side of her face. She had seen worse and had succeeded. This won't be an exception. She was going to kill the tiger and use its skin as a pelt.