Tsunade Sakura Novels & Stories

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.

He said with a half smile, and I rested my head on his chest. "I am not mad, Scarlett. I knew this would happen," He said, and I looked at him. "I see visions. It is part of my gifts. It is what makes my magic unique. You will likely find out soon that there is something you can do that is unique to only you. That is why the colour of our auras is always different. With every Valkin Alpha, there is a magic peculiar to them if they are fortunate enough to unlock it," He said and kissed my forehead.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

"Scarlett." ******

Sakura blushed at the admonishment of the woman whose otherworldly demeanor completely vanished as she spewed all those curses. Finally, after calming herself, she ignored Sakura and turned toward the shadow. Two figures, draped in black clothes from head to toe, hiding their features, immediately appeared next to her. Still, even though their features were hidden, it was easy to guess from their figures that they were women. The Miko, Kiku, sat down roughly on the mat with her legs crossed and took another swig of her Sake as she gulped down greedily. "Fuck! That hit the spot!" Her face flushed, she squinted as she faced her two closest companions and most skilled kunoichi. "Explain."

I asked. "Ah..." He began awkwardly and let go of me before moving back a little. "It's nothing." "It's not nothing, Hig. It looks like it hurt." He held my hand and kissed the back of my palm. "It doesn't hurt anymore so, don't worry." I heard someone giggle and I looked around his shoulder at the older woman stood behind him. She was short with straight, brown hair that was tied in a bun. She wore a grey suit and I couldn't help but notice that she resembled Higan quite a bit.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

Their eyes were sharp, and a quick glance at them revealed that these two were combat experts. This woman was Sakura, the lady of the Fukuda family. The three climbed all the way up the mountain after getting out the vehicle. Kurama, Tyr, and others were already waiting for them at the top of the mountain when they arrived. Garfield’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw Sakura, who looked beautiful with exquisite features and sexy curves.

Without hesitation, she slid into the empty seat on the other side of Tarzan. Tarzan caught the unfamiliar sweet perfume and opened his eyes. “Hi,” she said in a soft, high-pitched voice, smiling brightly. “I couldn’t help noticing you. Are you a model or something?” Tarzan glanced at her from the side. “No.” His tone made it clear he wanted the conversation to end there. “Really? You’ve got that look. I’m Sakura — half American, half Japanese.” She tilted her head playfully. “What’s your name?”