Zangetsu Novels & Stories

I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. “They trained me with my elemental powers when I was little. They are like family to me.” Ember says. “Oh.” I turn to face them. “I’m sorry, forgive my harsh intentions, I am Damian Morningstar.” I shake their hands. “I am Hanzo. The former Ghost of Tsushima turned fire elemental.” My eyes widened. “Ghost of Tsushima? The samurai warrior that fended off the Mongol invasion of Japan all by himself?” I asked. I’ve heard of the legend of the lone samurai warrior that rose from the dead to defend his home but I’d never have thought I would meet him!

I moved closer to it and was about to touch the picture but I was distracted by a voice. "Before you left that wretched villa of yours, weren't you taught any manners?" I hurriedly wiped my stained cheeks and turned to the direction of where the voice was coming from. It was a lady dressed in a Qi Pao gown. The type of dress worn by those Chinese people. She had on wild makeup and her black hair was tied in a ponytail. I ignored what she said and managed to form a smile. "Hello, Gianna." I smiled at her. Her face was marred with a frown. "It's Gia." She corrected. "No one calls me Gianna except my dad." She eyed me.

"What?, we are not gonna stay here and watch them be taken, if that's a real true life dragon then they may even be ours, what am I saying? last I heard there has only been one life dragon in Hanorak in the last twenty years'' Minre pointed at his tattoo ''Ours''. Zutara huffed out a breath, the sword in her hands felt clumsy and unyielding, to her left Sikorra gritted his teeth sword clashing with that of a soldier with such force it made her teeth ring. Riz was on the ground beside her horse the canteen of water that she carried around was uncorked and still strapped to her waist and the water within she bound into a whip wound around her hand, she lashed out pulling a man down from his

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

They were very pretty. “Dude,” said Marc, “we’re gonna tear it up.” He also had a tricked out bow, and a trident with multi-coloured prongs. “Getting past the giant is the problem,” said Gideon. He had two swords. One blade was orange, the other was green. “Have you tried hitting it?” I asked. “I mean, you know, with all those fancy weapons.” “We’ve done some testing,” said Zane. “What does that mean?”

I declared. Kent’s attention was back on me. He lifted his hands. I saw one of his nails transform into a long, curved, sharp shape. He touched my cheeks with this nail. His touch left traces of heat as he trailed down to my neck. I swallowed because I realized I had forgotten to breathe and he moved along with the movements of my throat.

Looking at everyone, I made a round gesture and positioned myself to fight. With a smile, my hand outstretched, and curling my fingers, I invited one of the warriors to advance. He immediately takes the bait and lunges at me with all his might. I hit him with a punch in the stomach, and the sound of ribs cracking echoes in the air. The other four attacks at the same time, while the first one curls up in pain on the floor. I reached down and swept the legs of one of them, hitting him full in the face with a punch, leaving him whimpering as he grabbed his broken nose. Throwing one leg back, I hit another in the leg, and the bone snapped, leaving him screaming in pain on the floor. The other tw

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Resting on his hip was a single, long Nodachi a curved greatsword. "You bring the filth of the crust into the heavens, Anomalies," the Shogun’s voice resonated, smooth and perfectly synthesized, echoing off the invisible atmospheric dome above them. "You shattered the Marianas with brute force. You cracked my floorboards with reckless momentum. But you cannot outrun precision."

He looked dangerous. It must be Devitos! I stood terrified and breathless, and my heart throbbed as I was gaping at dozens of men with their rifles behind that old man. It was still dark, but I could see them through the streetlights. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?” I heard another masculine voice and the next moment, a man in a dark suit appeared. His ginger hair was pulled into a neat ponytail and a lot of tattoos were stabbing all over his neck and arms. My flesh crawled when his eyes ran on me from head to toe.