Yamato Kisaragi Novels & Stories

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

“The quartermaster is named Kosano. I believe Sasha fought him and managed to drop him overboard. He wields a pair of tonfas because he used to be martial arts police. He became corrupt and decided to give up his marshal’s star for gold. Now he runs most of the slave trade operations in the south. He’s from there and an earth Slayer. He’s dark-skinned, wears a bandana on his head and, if you look closely, you’ll find he’s missing a pinky…” Temujin had heard of the ritual of yubitsume among the gangs. A Slayer’s little finger was especially important in gripping the hilt of a sword so it was an ideal body part to take away as punishment. “… he lost that when he was a cop and went against the

In an instant, an enormous wave several meters tall was raised and smashed heavily onto the figure sitting on the ground. Seeing that he was about to be hit by the stormy waves, the figure immediately fled more than ten meters away regardless of his injury before he could escape. He supported himself with his sword and gasped for breath, as if the attack just now had consumed all his energy. "Yamamoto?" East Emperor recognized him at a glance. Master Yi looked up and took a closer look. The person who sneak attacked Yang Xiao was none other than Yamamoto, the patron saint of Japan and superior to the peerless Martial Grand Emperor.

"It is the other way round, my good friend. These children were killed unjustly. And like the Osu, their blood is crying for vengeance." "I see," Kachi nodded and a wicked smile began to appear on the weather-beaten lips, "you would stir up that anger and use it to your advantage" "Who am I." Bozo laughed, glad that the man had gotten the point, "Behold I am the weapon of the gods." "This is fascinating. You are indeed great, my lord." Kachi dipped his heel on the side of his Ostrich and the animal started down the hill. The men below saluted but he wasn't paying attention as he started raining out instructions. They have found their fighting spot.

Luna, ever the voice of reason whimpered, "But Luna doesn't like him! He gives off serious villain vibes! Run away, Nimue! Run! Girl, turn back!" I ignored them both. Ignoring my wolves was becoming a full-time job these days. Especially when it came to Jin Kisaragi. He was a walking, talking paradox – aloof yet intense, enigmatic—yet oddly comforting. And undeniably handsome. Like, ridiculously, stop-traffic, could-launch-a-thousand-ships handsome.

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.

“But before that, she’ll try to break me. Let her come. Let her try. It's going to hurt and you're going to fight. I'm going to push you away as much as I can, but you are going to need to stay with me. You're going to need to focus on my voice, on me, Carter, not on her.” Suddenly, Carter lunged, eyes glazed over, face twisted in pain and confusion. He grabbed me by the throat, shoving me back hard against the wall. “Lysandra!” Damon shouted. Delilah screamed. But I didn’t flinch. His claws scraped my skin, drawing blood. And I smiled. “This is the best you’ve got?” I hissed. “Come on, Tatiana. Show me who you really are. I thought that you were stronger than this. Is this the reputation th