Naruto: The Mist Within - Chapter 45 - : Dance of Weapons

On one dark night in Tokyo, japanInside an abandoned factory…Shizuka Marikawa, a working woman was returning from her work but ran into an unfortunate situation where she almost lost something more precious than her own life but got saved at the last second by someoneShe couldn't help but look at the boy in front of her with wide-opened eyes as she was too stunned to speakAll she could do was stare at a boy with white hair soaked in blood as Around him was nothing but corpses of humans he just killedAnd From this instant, she instantly knew the boy was not human at all because, unlike humans, he had one red eye as he had some weird things coming from his back which he used to pierce through human chests with ease‘monster’ Shizuka Inwardly said this as this was the only answer to her questions even though she said this but she somehow also knew he wouldn't harmShizuka is someone who has always been able to read the intentions of other people from their faces due to events that keep happening in her life which is the reason can tell this boy or a monster moreover she found nothing in his eyes but sadness and painMaking him very pitiful in her eyes, since even though he himself is in so much pain and sadness and even then he is saving herIn her eyes, He is not only Pitiful but also very kind“Please come with me!” Shizuka blurted it out unconsciously even though she had no idea what she was saying because she said it instinctivelyOr maybe she knew? She just knows she can't leave him alone otherwise this boy will be all alone as she decided to take him with HerThe boy couldn't help but look at the woman with a cold graze even though it seemed cold but inside he was very confused as he was even considering a woman's mental healthUnknowingly at this moment, the boy made a bond that he never imagined in his entire lifeUnfortunately for them, his and Shizuka's lives will be totally flipped upside down soon due to unseen events..…

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

The world is governed by the Seven Legendary Heroes, their authority absolute and unchallenged even by their own descendants. They manipulate the world and its people according to their whims.Jonan, son of one of these legendary heroes, discovers his affinity with crystals and mastery over flames, yet lacks skill with weapons, which brings shame upon his family. As he delves deeper into the dark secrets connecting the heroes' power to the rifts and an ancient evil lurking, waiting for the right time, Jonan must move forward with unwavering determination.

What does it mean to be invincible?

Many Sword Gods exhaust their entire lives attempting to cultivate a single supreme sword intent, yet Yang Xiaotian has cultivated fifteen!

For millions of years, no one has been able to cultivate the Primordial Heaven Destiny, but Yang Xiaotian has cultivated fifteen of it!

Throughout countless eons, no one has been able to cultivate the Primordial Universe Holy Fruit, yet Yang Xiaotian has cultivated fifteen!

Across the vast expanse of time, only the rulers of heaven and earth could cultivate the Eternal Divine Body, yet Yang Xiaotian has cultivated not only the Eternal Divine Body but also the Primordial Heaven Destiny Divine Body, the Primordial Universe Divine Body...