Novel & Cerita Yuki Kuran

Chapter 32 "Jonas Welas, what brings you here?" Welas asked. He walked to his nephew and hugged him warmly. "I just wanted to visit you," he said casually, then he turned to look at Lili. "She's Lili, CEO of the Giant Company Group," said Welas, introducing the woman. "Lili, a woman who is famous for being great in business?" asked Jonas in awe. Lili smiled proudly. "Yes, Lili from Yuzong City."

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

“No, I am ok. By the way, what is Yuki? Magic?” “No, luna. He is the holy dragon’s blessing given to our clan thousands of years ago. He was locked in the ancient Kazumi skills which were inherited by the alphas of the Kazumi pack as a legacy. It was their duty to unlock him by ingraining all the Kazumi skills. When the last alpha of my pack died, Yuki was locked in those skills again. When I unlocked Yuki, he was an infant dragon spirit. As you can see, Yuki doesn’t have a physical body, he is a free spirit. But he has grown up and now he can create a physical body for himself through the elements available around him.” “That’s unimaginable…” I turned my head back and my eyes went to Hikari

Deployment plan: high-efficiency snack conversion. Kenta threw his hand up like a bidding paddle at auction. “I’m in! But I wanna play the CEO who gets bought out.” Takuto shook his head, pushing up his glasses. “Your BMI and splash radius make you more suitable for the hostile takeover party.” Yuki, perched near the window with a suspiciously thick notebook, raised a hand. “I’ve already infiltrated the other classes. I have a list of their planned performances.” “I... I must be losing it,” Miu groaned. “Why am I agreeing to this?”

"Sssttt.... What are you saying? Yuki, this is not your fault. You better keep your energy. I'll treat you soon. I'll take you out of here, Yuki. I—" Yuki smiled softly and began to close her eyes before Fūma managed to finish his words. The hand that had been holding his face was falling down. Yeah, that was the last thing Yuki could say. Her strong desire and willpower kept her to survive, even with those wounds. Before she finally breathed her last. "Yuki? Yuki?! YUKIIIII!!!" Fuma kept screaming at Yuki's name. He knew it was useless. He knew that but still did so while holding onto Yuki's cold body.

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

"Gotcha!" Yuka, a level six warrior emperor, stepped forward and unleashed her spiritual energy.

He winked at me and I blushed, hurriedly averting my gaze. "Let Jamie have the yellow plate and party hat," I heard Higan say and looked at him again. There were five plates and party hats that were pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. "I don't mind any," I said, interrupting their banter. "Bullshit," he said, walking to me with the yellow party hat in hand. "It's your favourite colour." My eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know?" "Well, your phone case is yellow. There's this yellow sweater that you seem to cherish so much and well, you're blonde."