Yami No Mi Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Young Master Bab1 An old hut, a silent witness to Amelia's hatred and anger. This woman hates her own daughter-in-law, Jeremy. For Amelia, this man is not just poor. But also bad luck to his family. "Jeremy, get some hot water ready! I want to take a shower." It was her habit, screaming in the morning, if Jeremy was slow to get her some warm water for her bath. Jeremy, who had been busy carrying water from the river, felt very tired.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

The parchment shuddered. Freda lifted the parchment, the girls’ blood now glowing faintly against the page. She began the chant—ancient Yoruba, passed down through her maternal line. Pru joined in, her voice layering over Freda’s in Haitian Creole. Rita hesitated, then added her own words, a whispered incantation in Sesotho, gifted by Gogo. The languages wove together, a tapestry of sound and power. The parchment burst into flames, not burning but transforming—the ash swirling upward in a spiral of silver smoke.

I feel so nervous and shy, like the ground should open up and swallow me. He brought his hands close to me and brushed my cheeks sweetly, and I felt it, I felt the sparkles. I took two steps back away from him in shock. How’s this even possible? I thought, I thought I was human? How am I feeling the sparkles? “You…” I bit my lower lips, not knowing what to say, when I heard a low growl coming from him, forcing me to stare at his dark, pitch-black eyes. I opened my mouth to say something but was grabbed forcefully by someone shutting my mouth “What are you doing, huh?” Came the voice of the rudest girl I have ever known… Cami.

"I'm not for sale, dear 'boss'; no one can buy me, so I worked hard to have my own money and escape these absurd customs." Hayami left the living room without another word, went up to her room, and locked herself in as well. Isabel was lying on her bed; she heard someone knock on her door. "I don't want to talk now, Yami." "It's me, Noah." She got up from her bed, opened the door, and he came in and sat down. Isabel closed the door again and approached him, sitting next to him. "I'm so sorry." Her tears fell incessantly.

asks Yna, who is now seated beside me. Amaya is running as she chases those spirits who don't resist going to heaven. While I was here, being sentimental. My head hurts. "Amaya is deadly serious when she said she doesn't want to put you in danger anymore. As the new holder of fox marble revealed, you will now face the consequences you never had before. Right now, the ocean waves are still waving smoothly— not yet showing the deadly storm that was about to come. Brace yourself," says Mune, looking directly at my eyes like his eyes were a tiger.