Unnamed Shinigami Novels & Stories

“Actually I don’t know the names of anyone if you. I would love to learn it. Let’s start with you.” He paused, raising his head. His eyes peered at me from beyond the black mask that concealed his appearance. All of them wore the same mask. “My Luna, I don’t have a name. None of has one. Names are for people who exist. We don’t exist. We are ghosts, Shadows of the alpha. We dwell on the darkness. We are invisible unless we have to be visible. We protect the alpha, the Luna and the children of the throne, that all we are for.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

“In the beginning, the middle, and the ending. Your world along with the other five are all, but His creation. My death is the start of the doom, as the half of Him is what protects the original, she. You who are the reflection and shard equivalent souls of all of them will have to take the game of chess and be my puns.” Crouching in pain as her brain is on the brim of breaking from the information and images that did not leave a single trace out as HE intended her to know every bit and every corner of everything. The Tarot Cards line up as the images of the prominent ones are presented and HE chanted their names from the original Shinzo Dimension. “Hideaki Jin,” HE names showing the guardia

It read. [Anna, full name: Anna Carol. Alice: An. Profession: Assassin for the organisation Shadow. Member of: Night Shadow Warriors Pack. Daughter of their previous alpha who died under mysterious circumstances.] 'Assassin and a daughter of an alpha. Now this got a whole lot more interesting.' Asher thought to himself.

The creature feeds off where it was born, off the rage and vengeance hidden inside me. My eyes glow red, as I find the one shadow I crave, "But you." The shadows look amongst themselves and one by one they disappear, each to their owners until only two remain. I stand before the shadow, and disregard the one beside it. It is loyal to the shadow as its owner is, and will not leave without her. I study the tall slave before me as her image forms as Shades did, as does the one that stands slightly beside it. The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow.

And besides, he can catch up to us no matter how far I get. "Aren’t you tired of running away yet, my dear Luna?" Shin’s voice echoed through the hallways of the dormitory. "Do you really want to witness the death of all these innocent students?" He was obviously using them to blackmail me. I was expecting Dawn to follow us, not Shin. "So that’s the Alpha…" I heard Lizzy whispering to herself. "And what if I am?" Shin loudly replied, as if he wasn’t far away from us. "That amount of aura is suspicious. You’re a Shaman, aren’t you?" he asked Lizzy, who had no idea what to reply.

’’ A familiar voice said behind her, and she turned to see Leywin. The expression on his face wasn’t as friendly as it had been a while back, but at least he was not angry either. That counted for something, Shira thought to herself. ‘’Vivarium – goddess of the shapeshifters. Is it not sone kind of blasphemy to name your horse after a shapeshifters goddess – it should be treason perhaps.’’ She said eagerly, trying to make conversation. She desperately wanted a friend, someone who did not look at her with scorn or mockery in his eyes.

Mira, you can stand aside and guide us if we cannot do it right. With that, Xen jumped into the action. The silhouette was obviously too powerful for them. It was dragging the three of them along all at once. The silhouette was actually the distorted soul of a dark mage. A shifter mage, to be precise. They escape into our planet Earth from their own world, called Chemora.

it tickled a creepy memory. “We’re free.” The others said but their lips never moved. They were in her head. She took a step back with shock. “What are you?” She demanded. “Funny question. We’re the Wild Hunt, and you’re our Shinay.”

No one was happy. Neva has reincarnated and become Sharmaine, and Nanami Vincent is forever stuck in a painful reality. She can't let go of the ultimate power of the vampire judge, and she also doesn't want to die. Nanami Vincent is afraid of death, Nanami Vincent was fearful of death, so he turns into a vampire. It was an insult and a painful thing. Nanami Vincent has become the version she hates the most. The person she loves does not belong to her. The person she hates wants to die to release her strength.