Yokai Book Novels & Stories

Riku & Aki – September 11, 2029 → present The moment the Sky Court surrendered, Riku and Aki looked at each other, nodded once, and vanished with a crate stamped “EMERGENCY SAKE – DO NOT OPEN UNTIL THE WORLD IS SAVED.” They opened it mid-teleport. Now, somewhere between dimensions (exactly 0.7 seconds outside of normal time), the two oni brothers have opened the most illegal bar in existence. They call it Yokai’s Last Call. It’s a floating izakaya built from: - the wreckage of three Sky Court patrol ships - the front half of a Shinto shrine that got lost in 1832 - one very confused dragon’s hoard (the dragon is now the bouncer and loves the tips)

The room was quiet and the fondness of Ryuu from the content of the book swayed him to a couple of pages. A book of a man who was a foreign traveller in a far far away place. A world full of creatures which the mind could only comprehend; fairies, elves, talking trees, eater plants, humongous reptiles, birds could swim to any bodies of water, everything in the world of the Book could not be seen as normal on Earth. In addition, there was something mysterious in every character of the Book. Something intoxicating in which a young boy who was not fond of Books, but missed the smell of grass in the summer, dust on the road, and rusty steel from the old buildings he used to pass by; could only i

He stepped up and wrapped his arms around me as we looked out at the view. An hour later Gabe was called back to the office for an emergency meeting, and I browsed through the library in the penthouse and found a book to read. I was far into the book when I thought I heard a noise. I knew Gabe wouldn’t be back this soon, so I got up and searched the apartment and didn't find anything. Maybe I am just hearing things? I walk into the kitchen brewed myself a cup of herbal tea and walked back with my mug into the library to continue reading the romance novel. Once settled on the comfy oversized chair I took a sip of my tea set down the mug then picked up the book. After thirty minutes or so as I

At first, he wouldn't buy a word they said, he kept holding on to his stomach like he had been hurt there but he slowly came to his senses. "Isaac, it's fine," Satake promised. "You are alright." To that, Isaac hugged Satake but there seemed to be something to it. Isaac and the elderly man shared knowing looks. They were clearly trying to keep something a secret from Satake. That seemed to do it. I hadn't bothered to ask why they were here. I threw my glance at the book I had torn pages out of. I pulled it closer and shut it to observe what it was exactly. The leather-bound book seemed to be old, ancient even. It looked more like one of my grandmother's Bibles. The difference is that this on

The title interested Anthony, he nodded at Yugo in appreciation as he received the book that was handed to him. ‘Rogue, Not Rough.’ It read. “Trust me when I say, it took me many years of research to know these things. If you want to know, you would have to embrace the reality of what you are. You are not fiction. Stop reading those fictious story that tells you that you are what you aren’t. They are just figment of the human mind but you,” Yugo pointed at him then tapped his own chest, “We have seen it happen. We have felt it. So, what do you think about reading books from people who have felt it too? I think…”

Lao and Yvere were on offense, making sure to fight back any enemies that pushed in for melee. The variety of the yokai complicated things. Kodama and komainu kept their distance, acting as a defensive line. While tsuchigumo and kitsune rushed in with the lycans. Fighting humanoid enemies in such large numbers would be difficult enough, but the various shapes of the yokai required different responses. The tsuchigumo would attempt to trap Lao and Yvere in webs while the kitsune would try to ignite the webs. Heinrich did his best blocking their attacks, his eyes constantly shifting to new targets.

“Please correct me if I’m wrong. We’re saying that the Nagas are somehow alive in the Meikai Abyss and every once in a while they’re able to break out of their icy prison and wreak havoc on Pan-Terra. Does that pretty much sum up our enemy?” “It does,” Aki said. Sasha nodded. “Let’s go back to the book with the red cover,” Aki asked Sasha. “What was it about?” “The thing was, the Ayakashi made it look real easy touching and hitting physical objects while I could only make my head appear for a short period of time. I couldn’t make my hands solidify enough to move an object, not even a book no matter how hard I concentrated. And the publisher of the red-covered book had also left its spine unm

replied Yaacob as he glanced at Gerald. “Speaking of cultivators, I forgot to tell you something rather important,” said Gerald as he scratched the back of his head. “…Oh? What is it?” asked Aiden as his expression turned serious. “Here, read this book whenever you have the time. It could help you,” replied Gerald as he took out a palm-sized and ancient-looking book from his jacket pocket before handing it to Aiden. He had obtained it back when he was still at the ancient ruins. “Pure… Yang technique…? Is this some kind of novel…?” asked Aiden with a slight frown as he read the book’s faded title…

she says, her lips were right apart, her gums and teeth showing. Mizuki thanked the old lady and took the piece of paper. Then she head towards the farthest shelf like the librarian instructed. There were tons of heavy thick books piled on the shelves. She does not even know where to start. With her eyes closed, she just picked whatever she could reach. Then she heads to a table, letting the books sit on it. So, the first book she opened happened to include the part when the two lands, Yami and Hikari, decided that the humans stay in Hikari while the Demons stay in Yami. It is said to keep the balance of nature.

I clenched my fists and forced my legs forward. Then the ground split open right in front of us. Black smoke exploded upward, twisting like a tornado. Out of it rose tall, bony creatures skinny, shadows with glowing red lines pulsing through them like veins. The air felt thick, hard to breathe, like their presence was squeezing my lungs. “Binders,” Ms. Joyce said, steady but sweating. “They’re tied to the book, they protect it.” One lunged straight at us. I didn’t even have time to move. Ms. Joyce slammed her staff into the earth, the ground erupted, throwing up a wall of jagged rock that smashed the creature into drifting black ash.