Tsukimichi Novels & Stories

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators. - Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there, if you don't believe me. Mister, hello… tell me, is the girl beautiful? The Japanese smiles, nods, listens attentively: - Canesna, kasavita! Both are tart! And he takes a picture - Louis and Keith hugging against the background of a blue glass tunnel and fish floating in the water column. “Foul play,” Kitsune snorts. He is from Japan and I have big eyes and red hair. Of course, for him it is already beautiful. Wow! Look, look over there, what a fish!

She was hiding herself from the flying dragonfly which then perched on the edge of the table near Jai’s position. “Oh. This is a very big dragonfly. What is—I mean, what’s her or his name?” Jai asked. “This is Sakura. She is a Cherry Blossom Dragonfly.” Tsubasa answered. “I don’t want to seem rude, but I’ve never seen a dragonfly as big as her. Is it a normal size, Tsubasa-san?” Jai asked as he observed Sakura, the raspberry colored dragonfly that’s almost as big as a two months old kitten.

Tsukuyomi transformed into a man, and prostrated before Death. Tsukuyomi looked very similar to his sister, the main difference being his outfit. It was a dark black kimono with a large crescent moon on the back. "I beg of you. Spare this foolish woman." Tsukuyomi said. The ground hurt to touch, and every word filled Tsukuyomi's throat with the asphyxiating air. He couldn't believe the environment he was in. He had rarely traveled outside his homeland. No matter the pain, he was resolved to not raise his head no matter what, fully expecting to die here with his sister.

She looked just like Sakiko, but the difference was her shorter hair which reached below her breast, her nose, lips, of which hers was more full and her eyes, they were a shade of dark brown. She wore a short pink skirt and a black top with her name written boldly on it. "Itsumi," he read out loud. "Yup, that me," she smiled and winked at him. "Hehe, good morning Itsumi," he greeted her while still standing outside. "Good morning Sasuke. What brings you here today... Don't answer, its Sakiko obviously." He felt like a kid whose surprise was discovered and smiled. "Is she in?" "Oh my, mind my manners, please do come in." Itsumi stepped aside to let Sasuke enter the house.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

he whispered, his lips grazing her cheek. Tingles of electricity shot through Nya’s body at his touch. She took a deep breath, inhaling that smoky scent that was innately Slate. “I will,” she promised him. He kissed the top of her head and then moved away from her, leaving Nya wondering if it might’ve been another kiss on the lips if they hadn’t had an audience.

Sasha absentmindedly nibbled and kissed along my ear and jaw while most of his attention was to the game. Misha returned an hour later with take-out pizza and more beer. The usually reserved Russian was even more shy than usual. He avoided looking at me when I asked him questions and passed me a bear via Sasha although I was just as close to him. His behaviour was making me uncomfortable but I didn't want to push him in front of everyone.

“What is it?“, She asked as he lifted a ball and held it out to her. Her tiny hands held it like it was a sacred item. He smiled. “It is a Horshi-no-tama, my dear.“, he stated. “What’s that?“, She asked as she looked up into his eyes. She was taken back for a moment as she realized they were yellow like a golden coin. “It is a ball that belongs to a kitsune. They guard them and when a human finds it the kitsune has to help that human.“, he said. “How did you get one?“, she asked. “It was gifted to me. People call me a Kitsune behind my back, or to my face. A long time ago that was given to me as a way to remember it was just words. However,, if I am a Kitsune and that is my Horshi-no-tama, a