Yokai Oc Novels & Stories

But unexpectedly, after practicing for 7000 years, they knew that they had to be reborn to be able to become humans, now they are just youkai, and they are also the weakest type of youkai. In the world of youkai, she's just a yōkai with the lowest level of magic, anyone can bully her. Every day, just hearing the words "fox monster, fox demon" is annoying enough, but the King of Youkai still bothers her, when he has nothing to do, he uses his stupid eyes to look at her. Of course, being looked at like that wasn't terrible, but the seven wives of the Youkai King didn't leave her alone, their gazes on her were enough to scare her every day.

Slowly, the purple mist took its final form, the INYOKA. The mother was alarmed at these strange activities; she tried to run away again, but her feet were not letting go. The large, venomous purple snake crawled towards her, and the mother freaked out as the snake climbed on her body, gliding its scaly self around her until it reached the baby.

No fear in his stillness—predator sated, but gaze burned deeper hunger. Sirens wailed distant, but black SUVs screeched campus gravel—Eiko's seal. She emerged ghost-silk, silver chignon unbowed, jade rings clinking judgment as armored men cordoned the dojo. "Coup remnants," she clipped Tokyo steel, dark eyes dissecting carnage cool. "Omega strings pulled. Sealed."

says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get redder and redder like a tomato. “End of the line, was it Fuujin or Raijin, or a constellation or something inhuman not even known to humankind or from a folklore not from Japan at all, was it from a chinese mythology or perhaps western Europe. Perhaps it may have been from India too…. I’m done.” Says Ayame and lays on the ground looking at the ceiling. “No use~… These guys don’t even know what their leader is.” The yokai fall unconscious from holding their breath for too long one by one like dominoes.

Even the lords of the Kazakares and the giants of Humshu island attended. Lord Yokohama Yokozuna came dressed in the red armor of his clan. The Yokozuna is a clan of big dark-haired people with an even bigger temper to go with their body weight, this earned them the nickname "raging canons" among enemies and companions alike. Their beasts, the Maitzu are huge-shelled creatures. This allowed them to be able to build structures on their backs and attack from them. A raging Maitzu is unstoppable and no building can stand in its way for long. The Yokozuna clan is the best infantry in all of the human kingdoms and arguably the best in the whole of Mundillum.

" *Sigh* In the demon world there is a ranking system. Yokai being at the bottom, demons being next, then devils and beyond that not even I know. " What's a Yokai?" She asked. " A Yokai are the helpers of the Grim Reaper. They drag the soul to hell and bring it before the Grim Reaper where he will determine its punishment and the Yokai punish them accordingly. The Grim Reaper and demons have a deal where the Yokai will not collect their souls when their body has expired." I explained. " Demons don't die from old age?!" She exclaimed. " They also don't die from hunger, which is why they don't need to eat..... if they can handle being hungry all the time. Which is why they only die from being

I need a sounding board. Vampires are unable to produce children, so Nikka, a cat shifter, mothers the entire clan. She's amazing and I've seen her get between two fighting bears three times her size and put them in their place. She bows to no one and she is also the last person you want to be on the outs with. For such a gentle woman, she is fierce when push comes to shove.

No dragon. “Wh-who are you?” Nya stammared, her sword out in front of her as she prepared to defend herself. As far as she could see, he wasn’t armed, but he might be some sort of a sorcerer or something. As concerned as she was that the monster she’d come to kill had disappeared into thin air, she had to deal with this mysterious person first. He didn’t look threatening as he stood across from her, sizing her up, but he didn’t look happy either. Nya had faced off against many an angry, muscular man in her life. This guy was built like a slab of stone. Muscles on top of muscles. He was tall, too. At least a foot taller than her. He was glaring at her, which made his handsome face look dark a

At the moment, most of them had chosen small. Kappas—a type of Japanese fairy with bowl-shaped depressions in the top of their heads—darted through the legs of massive oni—a sort of Japanese ogre with wild hair and horns growing out of their heads. These particular oni were of the red-skinned variety, and the kappas, who ranged from green to yellow, showed up brightly against the crimson background of their buddies. The kappas, who were about the size of a six-year-old child, had metal caps on their heads to protect the water they needed to keep in those head-bowls all the time. A vulture swooped by one, and the kappa snapped at the bird with its own wide, turtle-like beak.