Yakuza Sera Novels & Stories

"Gotcha!" Yuka, a level six warrior emperor, stepped forward and unleashed her spiritual energy.

Julian locked himself in his penthouse and let the days bleed together. Empty whiskey bottles were strewn across the Persian rug. He wasn't passed out on the sofa. He sat bolt upright, staring at his phone. At the only picture he had of Sera. In the photo, her smile was bright and fierce. A rose with thorns, fighting for the sun. That was his Sera. Not Dante Moretti’s. The name was a brand on his soul. The Devil of Chicago. The king of the Outfit.

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

But not enough. “From what?” she challenges. “Rich men in suits?” Christ. I let out a slow breath, trying to hold onto the last thread of control I have left. “You danced with Kenji Takahashi,” I say finally. She blinks. The name still means nothing to her. Of course it doesn’t. “He’s the head of one of the most powerful Yakuza factions in the world,” I continue. “He doesn’t attend events like this for entertainment. He doesn’t approach women out of curiosity.”

a rough voice murmurs "Are you okay?" Oh, no. No I prayed for a living soul but not this one. It was Hinata. One of the most fearsome members of the renowned mafia group Yakuzas, otheriwse known as "Bloods & Sins". "huh, yeah I'm great" I tried to brush off the panic, casually drawing away from him and avoiding his concerned gaze as if I don't have a care in the world. But, in reality, my fear had only been heightened. "Sorry to worry you, have a nice night."

"I left Rosa's binky in the nursery. I'll be back in a minute." She scampered down the hallway, to Xavier's study room. ****** "Boss, Masashi said he saw Vincenzo in Kobe." Rico informed. Masashi Yoshinawa was the boss of the Japanese yakuza. Yoshinawa-gumi (Yoshinawa group) was the largest Yakuza family, accounting for 50 percent of all Yakuza in Japan. Masashi was a friend of Xavier's and two years ago, he had killed Masashi's father, Kaito Yoshinawa. Kaito was a savagely violent man, even towards his own family. He killed innocent people, including his own wife. Something that the mafia would never do. Masashi was too weak to go against him. Thus, two years ago he came to Xavier for help

replied the pleased Fujiko. Following that, everyone enjoyed their meals without saying much in between bites. Once all the dishes were finished, Takuya ordered his servants to clear the table and serve them some tea. After the tea arrived, Takuya turned to look at everyone else at the table before asking, “So… I remember you saying that there was something you wanted to tell me earlier… Now that we’ve had our meals, care to share?” Sipping on the tea that Takuya had just handed him, Gerald then calmly replied, “Well, I was attacked by an assassin from the international assassin list. I’m assuming he was hired by the Kanagawas.”

I had come to the realization that I couldn't do this alone, so I called on the assistance of an old friend. We hadn't spoken since our fathers had tried to indoctrinate us into our dark world-a lifetime ago-but hopefully, there's no bad blood between us. Yuna Komori. That was her name the last time we met. As the only child of the Kumicho, the head of the Yakuza, she was set to inherit the crime syndicate-something her people resented.

The former stood completely calm, but the latter had her eyes flicking between mine and the mauled game on the ground. "Oh goodness..." Sera panicked. Her voice cracked, and her hands were clutching her chest tightly, breathing heavily as though she was about to drop to the ground. "What the hell..." "Sera, you need to calm..." Rya tried to speak, but Sera cut the words off her lips with a loud bark. "Don't tell me to calm down!" Rya barked, shrugging off Rya's arms from her shoulders. Rya turned away, exhausted, lost of words to utter, and her hands running through her hair as though everything seemed over for her.