The Akatsuki Novels & Stories

"I'm so sorry, Victoria. They didn't make it. Shortly after you left a Soul Eater broken in and attacked them all. It was like a shark feeding frenzy. They didn't stand a chance." My heart shattered and I breathlessly pleaded with her to tell me she was joking. That this was some sick, sick joke she was playing. But the sorrow in her eyes told me exactly what I didn't want to hear. My knees gave out and I fell to the floor as the faces of every person in the building flashed through my head.

It was a copy of her account out of respect for the strong, and even her opponents did not dare to do so to her. "Back to Nameless Island." Very simple four words, it looks like a cold smell. That's her tone. There can be no mistake. After holding on for so long, Akatsuki finally humbly called out two words that had not been spoken for a month: "Head..." After a long time, he took a deep breath and opened the communication box and found that there was only one message and that there was no letter from the others, and that this was not the case.

He carries a mountain behind his back, a reincarnation of Hercules. Now back to the phone... "Put in in my middle finger and..." "Facial recognition activated. Mile Reyes... Recognized." Woah...! Where was this in my previous lonely life! And the phone recognized me?! But it's my first time... Ms. Alice is scary... It's like my former world's version of phones but in a hologram. Time to get to business! "So I press this notepad icon and..." All the details are here! 'The Kuroi Katen gang is a notorious criminal organization known for starting the world's most violent riots, assassinations of government officials, and the destruction of prominent government establishments.'

I didn’t think of another enemy besides the Yakuza and the Cosa Nostra. I had a lot of enemies. However, none of them were big enough to pose a big threat. The person attacking us knew where each of us was going to be and at what time. Those attacks were not random. They were properly planned. “Who could it be?” “We don’t know, but Nikita is trying to find out. He has been at it all night, but the men refuse to speak.” “Akira has postponed a meeting with you. He says he can’t sneak out without his cousin learning of his whereabouts. He will contact you when the time is right.”

But I forced myself to focus on the important matters at hand instead of how much I wanted to turn around and kiss him senseless. Zayne's attention shifted to Azumi, though he didn't release his hold on me. "What do you know about the Tsukuyomi assassins? Any information could be useful at this point." Azumi leaned against the counter, cradling her coffee mug. "Just as much as everyone else does, unfortunately. They're brutal, efficient, and absolutely lethal. No one knows exactly how many of them there are or where their main hideout is located. They operate in complete secrecy, answering only to the Alpha Supreme himself."

I said, placing the bow and the arrows back on the table. Troy lifted a broadsword and pulled it from its scabbard. "What we're doing is important, Jack. We need to find out who the Mistress is, what she wants, and why the Akuma are being created. Plus, the Akuma are already dead. They are soulless." "You're sure?" I asked, selecting a katana. The sword had a black handle wrapped with silver thread. I would tell Troy what I knew, but decided to wait until I could tell him, and my mom and dad and Pops all at once.

Akio is really Yūri, and she’s the daughter of a Yakuza boss. My mind hadn’t considered that Kitsune was connected to Yūri. I didn't want to believe that possibility. Even though it would make sense that Kitsune is connected to a Yakuza, there’s only one in the state. The next day I was back at work banging my head into the metaphoric brick wall as I was getting nowhere closer to catching Kitsune.

Trying to override the unease growing inside of me, I struggle to forget the fact that Elijah is likely sat down with Vincent right now, explaining what transpired between his daughter and myself within the forest as my mate tries to resolve the mess I had made. “Well, let me introduce myself then,” Akemi ignores the disregard in Ash’s tone, taking his response as an opening to begin her unwarranted self-declaration, “-I’m Akemi Hara. You may have heard of my father, Akihiko Hara. He’s a renowned warlock within the High Sorcery community. I, of course, am his protégé,” she sounds enthralled by her own voice, “-he’s one of the Institute's top donors, he helps keep this place going.”

Zitrey fearlessly stares back on her old acquaintance, “You've never changed, acting like a lost kitten and bite the hands who've helped you, same old tricks as ever. Right scaredy-cat Z? Or should I call you the notorious fierce assassin– Aoi Akuma?” Just then, a freezing harsh wind blows. The smooth raven hair and clothes of Zitrey sways following the current of the air. At the same moment, Aoi Akuma hoody fell off on his head, showing his elegant features and his cunning face. The cloak he wears strongly sways in back and forth with the wind, showing his silky arctic kimono with Blue Morpho Butterflies designed on it and it's navy blue 'Hakama' with black obi belt tied on his waist. Addin