Yokai Book Novels & Stories

"I don't mean now. I mean one day, I'd like to do that with you. We would work up to it. The other day, I cuffed you to the bed. Did you like it?" He knows I did, but this is a conversation, so I answered, "Yes," but the blush was still evident. "I have all of these ideas. Things I've seen at the club that I'd like to try with you. Do you know what Shibari is?" I shook my head, "I have a vague idea. It's a form of Japanese rope tying that has become popular in the B D S M culture." "Exactly!" he said, as if he was proud of me.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Ember is immediately terrified and clings to me. “What the hell was that?” “Yokai!” Ember screams. What the fuck is a Yokai? *Ember* I cling to Damian as I get an overwhelming sense that there's a spirit here. And it is not a happy one. I look around and see the Yokai in the river. It has its arms crossed and looks pissed.

Written in the ancient tongue of Liria a language close to Latin, old in itself. I shook my head slowly. I felt a touch on my shoulder and looked up to see Yohans pleading eyes. "Yohan!" Someone called. He glanced behind him, his face turning sour with sadness. "Tell him" a voice said inside my head. Did it sound like peanut? (Death). I looked around, and I could have sworn I saw his light brown eyes staring back at me from outside the cage before it dissapeared into nothingness. Yohan grabbed his helmet fixing it on, preparing to get up but I took a hold of his leather armor nudging him gently

She became shocked looking at the book and immediately pull her hand back. “Ouch. Why I feel a strong spark while touching this mysteriously giant book” Becky caress her hand which turns red with pain and asked. “It’s a Prophetic Gaze. It couldn’t be touch unless you have a key or permission to open it. This book stole from the Divine. This book will predict the future of war and peace. It will help you to know, what will happen in the future”. The lady explained. “Then we can know, whether Red moon will be disastrous or calamity for both realms” Becky excitedly asked.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

I felt the tears welling in my eyes and decided to continue researching my dream, well at least figure out why I am having them and what they mean. I went to the shelf that mum found the book she was reading to me yesterday and immediately found my gaze land on a tan book with thick gold detailing on the cover, the title was in a completely different language, so probably reading the book would be out of the question, but still something about this book was interesting to me. I started flipping through the pages and I was right the whole book was in a different language so I focused my attention on the drawings they were black, brown and light tan in colour and nothing like modern pictures o

He went home. Aayan told his Dad everything. Yash kept silent for some time, then brought a book. He gave it to Aayan. Aayan "This book?" Yash: "This book is about werewolves. I have read a few pages. Someone kept it outside our house." Aayan looked at the book. The book's cover had a picture of a werewolf. The book looked ancient. Yash, "I don't know who kept it. I don't know how many werewolves are here. I don't know whether this book was given by a friend or an enemy. But I feel you should read it once."

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

where some of the replies that floated around With a couple of breaths, I went to the wall and after moving a loose stone, the security pad came up. I punched in the code and stepped back for the doors to unfold. I stood back with the rest and I and Kiara watched as their jaws dropped before they started gushing with excitement. The looks on their faces where refreshing. We stepped aside for them to rush inside but before they could touch anything I spoke up. “Okay so don’t touch anything yet. In here are Five Thousand Pieces of Silver Daggers, Two Hundred High-Tech Bows; Extremely flexible, unbreakable and foldable to a portable pocket size, Four Thousand Silver Arrows,