Yandere Yuno Novels & Stories

His secretary, Sherly, and his childhood friend whispered next to him. Aleandro growled, increasingly unhappy. He accelerated his approach to Yunifer. As soon as he almost got in front of her. Yunifer’s body suddenly falter. Aleandro quickly grabbed her before she hit the floor. “What else are you trying to do this time!” Aleandro’s voice full of anger. This foolish woman uses every possible means to curry sympathy. He gazed coldly at the young Yunifer’s pallor face. She blinked her eyes at him in a daze.

"Yujin?" Before Min Junho had time to reply to my words, I heard the door open and the sound of high heels echoed in the room. I turned around and found Yuna coming with another woman. Women who have short haircuts, all black clothes and boots. "She is Yujin, your commander accompanied Yuna who doesn't have any martial qualifications," Min Junho explained. "Please call me Yujin, Miss," said Yujin, bowing slightly to me. I bowed back then looked at Yuna who just smiled.

She sprinted away, trying to distance herself from those heartless people. "Why are you acting so rudely, Yuna?" Yogi stared sharply at his younger sister. "I'm disappointed in you, Yuna. As far as I know, you've never behaved like this towards anyone." Yogi spoke sternly to Yuna before he chased after Veronica. "Yogi... I won't allow you to get close to that nerd!" Yuna retorted before Yogi disappeared from her sight. "It seems that the nerd has started using love spells to make all handsome men defend her. First Mr. Frans yesterday, now your brother, Yuna," Bianca said, rubbing Yuna's shoulder to keep her heated up and ensure Veronica never had friends on campus.

Zelene Sallow: "What do you mean when you say she can finally see?" I asked, tears blurring my vision. I couldn't believe he said that. "Nothing. I was just mentioning----" he tried to come up with an excuse, but the way he avoided my gaze suggested that he knew something I didn't. "Shane! Tell me," I insisted, holding his gaze without breaking eye contact. "I—I mean, not just me. The others also noticed that Yuna doesn't respond to voices or follow our hand movements. So we thought maybe she might be---" he trailed off, realizing I had broken down as soon as I grasped everything.

She straightened in her seat, placing her fork down and folding her hands together. “My boy... a Luna isn’t meant for the weak-hearted. If you’re scared of using your dominance on him, he’s just going to see you as weak. Lunas submit to pure dominance. That aggression of yours?” She reached across the table and took his hands. “It might just be what you need.” “Do not let past experience dull your instincts. Yuno was an accident. And you know it.” He stood up abruptly, the chair screeching against the marble. Without a word, he turned and stormed out of the room.

Yuna Teragon sat on the throne; her golden yellow hair had curly strands that made it look wet, and most of its locks were tied in a ponytail behind her head. She wore bright red baggy trousers and a red, oversized top that revealed her shoulders, upper chest, and the thin strap-sleeves of her innerwear. She wore golden jewelry around her neck and wrists and was bare-footed. Her eyes were dark brown, and she had a very emotionless face. She watched as Mary and Cortana walked to the staircases on the rise. “Stop there!” She spoke. Mary and Cortana stopped and raised their heads. Yuna's brows furrowed as she saw Cortana’s face.

As for Zavian. Her smile stretched wider, fuller, taking on an unhinged quality that would have chilled any sane person to the bone. Her beloved beast would soon learn the consequences of his betrayal. She would make him regret the day he ever looked at that other woman with lust in his eyes. Yuna was no wilting flower to be trampled underfoot. She was a rose in full vengeful bloom - beautiful yet savage, with wicked thorns that could slice deep and leave one's lifeblood spilled at her feet.

What other crazy things is Fero trying to do at this point. "Hello... can I talk to Fero? There's something I need to take care of. Tsk... I'm Yuna. Fero's friend. Right now I want to talk to Fero. I've tried to contact him. I don't want to have any intention of picking up the phone which I did. Even now he's deliberately turning off the phone. I think he's doing this on purpose to make my emotions rise. Right now I can't tolerate what he's doing. So I beg you. Please continue. I'm with Fero right now. I don't care, just tell Fero to talk to me right now."

Her voice was clipped, urgent as she looked toward the massive crimson dragon descending from above with a roar that shook the very foundations of the earth. Suddenly, another portal tore open and a figure stepped through. She was beautiful in the way a blade was beautiful. Sharp, dangerous, deadly. Long chestnut hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her eyes were a striking hazel. Yuna. The shock of her appearance rippled through Zavian, still in his dragon form of Aetherion. His massive wings stuttered, and for a moment, he simply hovered there, staring at the impossible figure below. Eva's reaction was not far behind. Her hands clenched into fists with power crackling around her finge

“Our Luna’s case is very special; it will take some time to gather research and find out what exactly has happened to her Lycan genes and where they came from.” “Don’t worry about that,” Calix says and walks over to the door, motioning for Omega Dunya to bring in the body of Evander. “You can use this in case she needs any more blood transfusions, he should be a match, and he is also a half-relative of Amira. He should be of some use.” “Oh, dear,” the doctor mumbles. “Well, we shall get to work then.” “Let me know the moment she wakes up, I’ll be in my office in the meantime.”