Tomoe Novels & Stories

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

But Maya’s knees buckled and she was on the mat, and she wheezed tapping. Megumi sighed in relief letting go of Maya. “Good spar” Megumi said standing up. “Yeah” she sighed and lay on the mat. “Not that good enough huh” Karou said. Maya glared from her spot on the mat. “Everyone this is Takashi” she said. “Don’t get used to him he won’t be here for long”. “What is he doing here?” Haru asked. “To lend his services. He owes me so he’s going to be here for a while”.

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

Margaret was waiting for us in the kitchen with three packed bags when I arrived. "Food, water, basic medical supplies and this...." She pressed something into my hand. A vial of silver liquid that seemed to glow faintly in the predawn light. "It's wolfsbane extract. Diluted enough that it won't hurt you but strong enough to deter rogues. Don't use it unless absolutely necessary." "Where did you get this?" I asked staring at the vial. "Beat you don't know." Margaret's expression was grim. "Just promise me you'll be careful. The neutral territories are extremely dangerous. They're not like pack lands."

“You believe me now?” “We figured out ‘cator’ and ‘op lado’. Well, Rasmus did.” “What are they?” I wondered aloud “Abrus precatorius and atropa belladonna. The first is the technical name for jequirity bean. The same thing Seb allegedly purchased from Emil Skytte.” Lise said, drily. “So...it wasn’t him?!” “I doubt it.” She shook her head. “I wanted to question him! No wonder Seb was so against it!” I swallowed the last of the pie and grabbed the bottle of water Lise had hidden somewhere in her stupid grey skirts.

Lil Joe hadn't yet recovered from the effect of the water and the countless remnants of salt that picked away the tiny bits of his open flesh, tearing him up into tiny bits, life and energy slowly slipping out from his lips as he tried telling himself to normalcy. “Light him up!” I gave the command, dramatically snapping my fingers in the air. It didn't take a second more until I heard the sound of the colts of electricity, flowing from its underground channels, leaving its footprints as it raced down to it's Final Bus Stop, “The Confessor”. “Three!” “Two!”

says Hector. Hector walks into the bathroom. He sees a good sized room. On the walls he sees a lot of symbols like runes. He uses the restroom and turns on the shower. As soon as he does, he smells this fragrance consisting of roses, lavender and some other herbs. Hector knows he is in the kingdom of the witches, and he needs to stay alert. He strips out of his clothes and steps into the warm water. He sees many bottles of soap and they all smell like the rain. Hector quickly uses them, rinses off and dries with a towel he finds hanging on the wall. He walks out of the bathroom just as Rex is getting back.

Teresa stated "Huh, you're from there, like it's your birthplace?" Elex inquired. Teresa nodded and said, "Yes." as she made a fist with her hand. 'I ran away from there a long time ago,' she reflected. "Are you saying there's no way a daemon could contaminate the soil? " Amaria asked. "Yes , the spirit king of nature blessed that land so a mere daemon can't contaminate it, but there's an exception," Teresa replied with a nod.