Yuu Kanda 소설 & 이야기

“How old were you the last time they were active?” “I was fifteen,” Shira answered, her eyes dreamy. “I remembered having a huge, huge, crush on Caden. Like, oh my, that guy is so talented and genius. And he’s from here too! Still love him today.” She pointed on the TV screen again, where it showed the Orange Sky’s three living members- Yohan, Hennesy and Caden. “I know him,” Gianna murmured, staring at the TV. “Who?” Shira asked, her attention shifted to her boss. “Caden? Or all of them?”

The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly. And for some goddamn reason, Kane liked hearing her talk. Which was new. He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt. He heard her inhale sharply, her green eyes flickering to his exposed arms, where ink covered his skin. The dim lighting in the car made her red hair shine. He smirked as he started the car. "So, uhmm..." she cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. "How old are you?" Kane kept his eyes on the road. "Twenty-nine. You?"

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

“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.

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

the blond boy says, bowing his head deeply. I give a tiny nod in return before walking away with Lila. “Why won’t they stop calling me Luna?” I sigh. “Why don’t you want anyone to call you Luna?” He asks as we enter a large stone building. “I can’t be Luna because I can’t ever be with Daniel, and being called Luna just keeps reminding me of that,” I mutter. “Oh,” he mumbles. He is silent for the rest of the walk through the training center and to a room filled with punching bags and mats.

Keya P.O.V I was nervous, but very excited. The plan is to allow my 'Gurls' to show themselves while I stay back and observe from the Spirit Realm. Yuri is first up. And I watch as she greets them with her thick sultry southern accent. "Well, ain't y'all the lively lil' bunch. Hello, I'm Yuridicae but y'all can call me Yuri. And I am Rukeya's Fairy. What would you lovely ladies like me to do for y'all?" Grammy request, skeptically. "Can we get a look at your wings?" Yuri loves the idea. "Sure!" Yuri exclaims excitedly while removing the plushy white robe. I don't care about being naked in front of my family. They had changed my diaper and bathe me when I was a baby. So it's whatev.

I must. I touch the sides of my head. The bolt wounds have healed. They don’t hurt anymore. I can’t even feel it, and I’ve gotten used to the mask and my limited vision. “Kanda, where are you from anyway?” I ask her, looking for conversation. “Kenya. I was part of a pack near a city called Nairobi.” “Pack…what are you?”

“and my youngest son, Luca. “Good afternoon,” I greeted, my head down. “A pleasure to meet you all, especially you, Anaya. I am Dante, the oldest as of present,” he leaned, took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, “and these are my siblings, Raffaele, Nico, Leonardo, Adrian and Serena, our youngest,” he gestured to each of them. “It is a pleasure to meet you, too” After that, the afternoon went on smoothly. Then a crash, cups and plates breaking, refreshments spilled and the maids they loked utterly horrified.

He deeply sighed. Yuria has two personalities.