Yandere Ayaka Novels & Stories

Just as Nana was about to suggest calling off the charade, a new face appeared at the edge of the dais. Ayra, a young woman from a minor pack with hair the color of burnished copper, stood there, her head bowed in demure respect. Unlike the other girls, her dress was simple yet elegant, devoid of ostentatious jewelry. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were downcast, a stark contrast to her usual fiery spirit. Nana recognized her instantly. Ayra was known for her gentle nature and unwavering loyalty – qualities that were sorely lacking in the other candidates.

Harvey retorted. “He asked me to hit him. None of you are deaf; you should’ve heard him. I only satisfied his perverted request. “What? Are you people jealous or something? If that’s the case, then slap him yourselves. “We’ll be equal after that.” Harvey grinned, angering the Islanders in an instant. ‘Equal? That’s how you use that word?’ Ayaka pulled out a firearm and took off the safety. “You bastard!” she snarled, pointing the firearm at Harvey. “I’ll kill you! I’ll avenge Young Master Yamato here!”

Her eyes had turned into cute crescents as she smiled widely at me. “Morning, Ayaka,” Although she was not the type to quickly warm up to people, she had already taken a liking to me and it was no coincidence. “Finally your first day,” went on, her Japanese accent faintly present in her immaculate English. “Nervous?” I clutched my bag and sprinkled worry into my tone. “You could say that,” She clasped her hand over my shoulder. “You are going to be just fine,” She assured.

Yara's voice chimed from the doorway, seeking permission to enter the girls' room post-lunch. "Absolutely, come on in." Giada welcomed her friend with a warm gesture. “It feels like forever since we had a proper chat. I heard about your showdown with Brynn, courtesy of Ayanda,” Yara mentioned, recalling an earlier incident during the semester. "Oh, that? That was ages ago," Giada chuckled, reminiscing about the incident. “But she had it coming. Ayanda swooped in like a superhero, though,” she added, crediting her friend for diffusing the situation.

She reassured her as Alice nodded and filled a glass of water to give it to her. Ayah sat on the couch and gulped down the water. The crying made her throat go dry. She put the glass aside. Alice was still looking at her worriedly. Ayah wanted to reassure the woman that she was fine but she did not want to lie. She was still terrorized by Elio’s deeds. “Do you want to tell me something?” Ayah asked, looking at her softly. The nervousness was visible in Alice’s body language. It was as if she was dreading to talk about something which she could not get past her tongue. Her lips were quivering and she was scratching her hands. Ayah bit her lips and forwarded her hands to hold Alice’s.

he asks softly, running his hand along the side of my face. “I don’t think so,” I sigh. I try to readjust my position and gasp at the searing pain that instantly blooms in my knee. My head falls back and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh fuck that hurts,” I breathe. Daniel grips my hand tightly. “I’m sorry Ana, I wish I could take the pain away,” he mutters. “I thought mates could do that,” I grit out. He sighs. “Fully bonded mates can. A mark isn’t quite enough to take away this much pain.”

“The Ayakashi hissed at me like a feral animal. She had spun around to face me and held the middle of her chest as though in pain. She looked incensed that I had managed to land a blow, but the Ichi Geki Ken didn’t kill her like the Raven-nins said it would any normal Slayer. In a shocking turn of events, the secret killing stroke had actually transported me straight to the plane where the Ayakashi was. “What was even more discombobulating was, despite the absolute darkness of The Maw, the Ayakashi and I could see each other as clear as daylight. We were like bunraku puppets against a black backdrop that extended everywhere we turned our eyes. “In The Maw, the Ayakashi’s appearance took on m

“Yeah. Listen, we need to talk when I get back.” “That doesn’t sound good.” “It’s nothing bad. I just need to get something off my chest.” “Oh. I wanted to say that you don’t need to talk to me if you want to take your bra off.” “It would’ve been a dry joke but I’ll give you points for trying.” “I know. See you later then.” “Yeah.” Later… Ayaka called her just as she was done with a meeting. “What's up?” She was silent for a bit before deciding to speak up.

“And partly because I gave you my blood.” I looked around the room in shock, searching for the female voice I just heard when a girl came into view and stood next to Acelin, placing a hand on his shoulder. She was young, about fifteen or sixteen but she was gorgeous. Her long hair was in a braid down her back and it looked to be a dark red under the light. Her eyes were a dark shade of green I haven’t seen on anyone. Her skin was porcelain white and she wore a dark green cashmere sweater paired with black jeans and knee high leather boots. She was also quite tall, around five feet five; and when she saw me inspecting her, she smiled a bright smile that immediately put me at ease. “Hi, I’m Mi