Toji Novels & Stories

TAKEN ten He wore a neutral gray three button suit, a modest bright red tie and a white collared shirt. He had groomed his short black hair and was also wearing a closed toe oxford black shoe with gray pants. It was not his first day at work but he needed to give a smart impression. He was the new boss, he had to set standard. He moved out of his room to join his brother outside the house, Marcus was beside his car together with his wife, she was knotting him up and they were having a discussion.

“I recognize you. Stefan Augustus took a deep breath before showing a stern expression. “You’re the Shinto Way’s top expert, Tojuro Yamashita. “I don’t understand. How did someone like you even end up this way? “Or are you saying Evermore has been deeply rooted inside your country since the dawn of time?” “You speak too much.” Tojuro squinted. He liked intelligent people, but not to this extent. People like them would do anything in their power to stall for time.

Draco hovered over for a better look. There was a Warabe Jizo who was stocky and made of stone wearing a red happi vest beating a giant drum repeatedly on a stone slab floating on the surface of the calm lake. He jumped and flipped to beat the giant taiko drum many times with a pleasant rhythm. The stone-bodied creature in the form of a child seemed to be enjoying its activities with gusto. Anyone who saw him beating the taiko drums would be moved to dance with him. Draco's tail swayed to the beat of the giant taiko drum without him noticing. It had been a long time since he had felt this relaxed feeling.

So harmonious and fluid. Scrunching my brows, I grumbled, "Don't patronize me. I'm not the coward hiding in the dark here." He made a tsking noise, his footsteps clanking as if the floor underneath was made of glass. When his face came into view my eyes nearly bugged out of my head. He looked, dare I say it, like the most attractive man alive. Coming from me, another guy, that meant something. He was clad in all white –white suit, white button-down shirt, white tie, white shoes –it was almost blinding when the light I had created bounced off him. In his hand was a black staff with a snakes head. The snake looked startlingly familiar to the tattoo on my arm.

"If it's possible, Restia— do you mind going to 八島 (Yashima – Eight Islands) to find some information about the golden nine-tailed fox?" "Yashima? You mean, 日の本大八洲 (Hinomoto Oyashima)?" Restia asked. 八島 (Yashima — Eight Islands), or the full name known as 日の本大八洲 (Hinomoto Oyashima), is famously known as 'The Great Eight Islands of the Land of the Rising Sun'. It is a country located in the east with eight main islands and multiple smaller islands connecting in a curved line. When looked at from above, it looked like the shape of a dragon, so it was given another nickname called 眠りの竜 (Nemuri no Ryu), also known as 'The Slumbering Dragon'.

“I'm not climbing. I'm tired, and I want to eat.” Toya is less harsh in her refusal because she knows Eve has a temper, and, for some weird reason, she always picks on Toya the most. Maybe because of the five of us, Toya is the next strongest compared to my sister, and that threatens her. Toya is tough, boyish, and athletic. Even without her wolf, she is strong, energetic, and pretty fearless. Without tribrid breeding, she will make a great femme guard one day. A real warrior who wants to follow in her mom’s footsteps and train to be in the elite guard. Maybe even the sub-pack.

"It’s a tribute to the textures of our people. And to the man who gave me the tools to be brave enough to show you." ​As the moon rose, casting long, silver shadows across the yard, Tobi picked up a fine-tipped brush and the most brilliant, metallic gold paint he possessed. His hand didn't shake. With a single, fluid motion, he inscribed the name SOJI in the very center of the fabric sun. ​"Is that his name?" Chidi whispered, standing in awe of the shimmering focal point.

, he said, taking a sip from his glass of wine. “No! If you love them then you should eat them” “But my toy doesn't want them. It's quite inappropriate that I should take what my milkweed doesn't want, don't you think?” He said grinning—his stoned face brought me more peace than his grin... it made me weak and vulnerable. I said nothing, gulping down a cup of water. Perfect.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

He looks like he can bench press Luthor, easily. He looks intimidating but then he smiles and it seems to genuine and warm, his soft blue eyes crinkle around the edges telling me likes to laugh and smile a lot. “Your highness, it is such an honour to be your guide here today” he says, giving a low bow and then taking my hand and kissing the back of it. I look at his crooked nose and wonder how many times it’s been broken to look like that. “I am Brody Morgan, the head of the Rotan Prison guards and anything you need please just ask.” he tells me giving me another slight bow. This makes me giggle for some reason. To be fair, its been months and a lot of this formal behaviour still feels ridic