Tokito Romane & Geschichten

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting determination. Isabella passed me the shimmering symbol, infused with ancient power—a crescent moon woven with intricate symbols of strength and unity. "Where do you want it?" I asked Benita. On my arm, she replied as she extended it. With careful precision, I pressed the heated metal against her forearm. She flinched, the sensation of heat and tingling spreading, but she gritted her teeth, steadfast through the marking. As I finished, the symbol glowed softly, marking her as my Luna and leader of the Moonrise pack.

She had somehow managed to disappear into his closet and emerge wearing one of his white shirts. It reached halfway down her thighs. Her dried hair was pushed over one shoulder. Kane stopped. Mona glanced at him. Her eyes immediately brightened. "I'll call you later. Bye." She ended the call. Kane folded his arms. She pointed toward the kitchen. "Adam made ramen." Kane glanced over. Two bowls sat on the counter, steam curling into the air. Adam had added soft-boiled eggs, green onions, mushrooms, and slices of meat.

“You know, you were sick and everything...” Seema rolled her eyes and ran a hand down her face. “Listen, I’m S-I-K-H, okay? You’re Jewish, Zehra’s a Muslim and I’m Sikh. Get it?” “Oh.” Ivanka looked dumbstruck. “Sorry...” “It’s fine, I get it all the time. Anyways, gotta run see you around!” Seema said and ran off. Zehra’s phone pinged and she rolled her eyes when she saw that it was an email. Who the hell used email these days? But her mood quickly changed when she saw that it was from Alphastar1.

A couple of minutes later, Tess came over to their table with their drinks in two white ceramic mugs. "Thank you", Lena said politely, Dawn nodding her thanks too. "Your pancakes should be about 10 minutes", Tess informed the pair and left for the second time. Lena nearly snorted into her coffee as Dawn took her mug, uttering ‘my precious’ in an imitation of Gollum. “Maybe we should throw that into Mount Doom”, the brunette teased earning her a mock glare from the eighteen year old. “No one takes the precious from me”, she playfully growled, pulling the cup closer to her, holding it protectively. Lena held her hands up.

But no one answered her. Then a handsome kid and the most charming among them appeared too and offered his hand like a well-mannered prince named Kaito, 8 years old. Mizu took his slender hand in giggled. "This seems fun." Kaito then escorts her towards the other side of the tree, where a blanket full of food is prepared, and with a proper view of the river and magnificent forest on the other side. There she saw Taishi a girl at 8 years old, who prepared her place with clean clothe to be seated. Itsuki and Riko 7 years old kids, the youngest among them and the cutest, male and female, who brought their favorite white hare teddies in them; excitedly put bread and drinks on her plate and glass

The prints look like humans, but it has a missing toe on each side. Something crept through Ejima’s stomach, making the hair on her skin stand. She had heard tales of creatures with missing toes back in the village. Her uncle had told her scary stories of how these creatures offended the gods and were destroyed from the surface of the earth. Every story she had heard always painted the missing toe creatures like some mystical beings that do not exist. They were said to be barbarians who fed on anything that had meat. Go back now that you have the chance. A voice warned in her head but Ejima dismissed it. She unbuckled her sling from her waist and picked out three stones from her pouch. She m

The chef asked with an Asian accent. "Splendid. I must have this recipe. In fact; I think my guest Ben would love to know the ingredients on the beefs and Sushi." Satanika said with a smile. "Of course Miss Michaelson. Who am I to refuse." He said then started to list the ingredients one by one. "And finally for Miss Michaelson I used a soft tender beef and fresh salmon for the sushi and Mr Fox ingredients is special." He said with a monotone voice. "Which is?" Ben asked.

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.

Mellana elaborates. “I’ll keep it.” I decided “That’s nothing to worry about.” I keep the piece in my backpack. We focused back on eating and resting ourselves. A short time after that we got back up and crossed the pack’s limits. It was a peculiar feeling. It felt like something was being taken from me, like a warm piece of cloth. “From now on we’ll communicate through signals and mindlink so we can avoid making sounds and attracting unwanted attention.” Mellana whispers and we nod our heads in accordance.