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Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Zabuza stood with the weight of Kubikiribōchō balanced across his broad shoulders, the blade’s dull, brutal edge catching flecks of moonlight as the sea breeze rolled in from the port. The night smelled of brine and cold iron, of tension curled tight beneath the surface of things. From his vantage point atop the weathered stone parapet, he could see the faint glow of lanterns along the dock, where Anko and Pakura moved through the shadows with prac...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 55

Chapter 55

The stairs stretched downward in endless, twisting stone, leading Kaido deeper into the unknown. His boots hit the ground with heavy, deliberate steps, the echo reverberating off the walls. He wasn’t afraid. No, fear was something he had long abandoned. But there was an edge of intrigue now, a slow-burning curiosity that was so rare for him to feel these days. He had come down expecting to find a miserable little rat hole where Yamato had crawled off to die...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Kushina gritted her teeth, the chains of adamantine chakra straining in her hands as they wrapped around Naruto—no, not Naruto—the thing her son was becoming. Around them, the field of battle festered: some wounded ninjas from Kuza dragging civilians to safety, most fleeing, masked figures moving in quick, desperate patterns to quarantine the destruction. Orders barked through the mist, sharp as whipcracks, but Kushina barely registered them.

He thr...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 54

Chapter 54

The garden was quiet, the sun pleasantly warm, and James was in an excellent mood. He snipped another rose from the bush, twirling it between his fingers as he admired its rich red petals. Yeah, these will look good in the lobby, he thought. A little touch of elegance. A refined aesthetic. Something to liven up the place.

He crouched down to cut another, then paused.

The lobby?

Since when did he care about decorating the lobby? That was Robi...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Samui gritted her teeth so hard she felt the pressure crack through her jaw.

She was tired—far more than she would ever show in front of Karui and Omoi—but her muscles screamed with every movement, and her ribs burned from where Raiga's lightning had grazed her earlier. Still, she pushed forward. She had to. The runt was good—too good for his age, what a fucking monster he would be in a few years—but she was better, she was trained, and she was ...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Lisa leaned back in her chair, stretching her legs under the table as she took a slow sip of her overpriced Starbucks coffee. It was shit, really—burnt, bitter, barely drinkable—but she didn’t come here for the coffee. No, she came here for the people.

Her eyes flitted across the room, and her power did the rest.

The guy by the window, mid-thirties, suit just a little too crisp, smile just a little too fixed? Definitely cheating. Not a maybe...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Of course Karui charged in headfirst. Of course she did.

Omoi stood at the edge of the clearing, hands shoved deep into his pockets, half a popsicle stick still dangling from the corner of his mouth. He leaned against a cracked tree, the bark digging into his back, eyes half-lidded in that way that made people think he wasn’t paying attention. But he was. He always was. He watched every step, every strike—the way Karui’s foot skidded just a little...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Taylor pushed open the door of the café, the familiar chime of the bell ringing overhead. The warm scent of coffee and something sweet wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, and for a moment, she allowed herself to breathe.

It had been a good week. No Sophia. No Emma. No Madison. No snide whispers trailing her in the halls, no casual shoves into lockers, no gum appearing in her hair as if by magic. The three of them had simply vanished. No one k...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Zabuza wouldn’t say it aloud—not to Anko, not to Pakura, and definitely not to that smirking bastard Sura—but he was starting to get cold.

The first days on the boat had been tolerable. A little too sunny for his taste, but the wetness in the air, the shifting spray, the thick slap of water against wood—it reminded him enough of the Mist to feel… not comfortable, but functional. Familiar. Not home. He didn’t get sentimental about Kirigakure....

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Director Emily Piggot hated Masters.

It wasn’t just the power itself—though it was a disgusting, invasive, unnatural thing—it was the sheer unknowability of it. The way it turned people into things, reshaping their minds and wills like clay, warping what made them human. Some Masters were subtle, whispering into their victims’ thoughts until they mistook the voice for their own. Others were not.

This?

This was not.

She stood be...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 57

Chapter 57

The deck was alive with noise and movement. Ropes creaked, sandals thudded against wood, and the film crew’s frantic chatter rang over the sea breeze in bursts of disorganized urgency. A director bellowed at an assistant who had somehow lost two crates of fake snow, and someone else—maybe the costumer—was shouting about silk sleeves and salt air. The scent of ocean salt and sweat clung to the railings, mingling with the louder tang of anxiety that alway...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Ddraig was basking in his own magnificence, as was proper. The Hotel’s energy seeped into his bones, richer than any hoard he’d ever claimed, warming him from the inside out. He’d devoured entire armies in his prime, burned landscapes to ash, and yet nothing compared to the luxurious indulgence of a bottomless cup of James’ coffee and the ambient power swirling in this place.

He sighed contentedly, stretched out on his chair near the entrance, f...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 56

Chapter 56 -

The salon was arranged with careful intent, though to the untrained eye, it was merely a space of quiet luxury. The Daimyo sat in a high-backed chair, posture relaxed but poised, his robes a cascade of fine silk draped with purpose. Across from him, Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, sat in a position of equal comfort—too comfortable, in fact.

The room had been chosen precisely for its intimacy. A personal audience with the leader of the H...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 49

Chapter 49

The Book of Eibon did not behave like an ordinary book. Its pages twisted, folding in on themselves, their ink writhing between symbols that defied earthly alphabets. Robin barely noticed. She had long since stopped expecting things to stay still. Without needing to lift a hand, she brushed aside the dark strands concealing her third eye—though in truth, it did not need to be uncovered to see. It drank in the impossible, translating knowledge directly into ...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Konoha

Sura(tobi) eyed the woman sprawled on the ground before him, one brow lifting in mild amusement. Koyuki Kazahana. So this was the so-called exiled princess, now a film star, chased through the streets like a common thief.

He extended a hand, palm up, fingers loose but expectant. "Need a hand?"

She hesitated—just a flicker, a quick dart of her violet-blue eyes up to meet his—before she took it.

Her grip was s...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 48

Chapter 48

James, utterly oblivious, was watching her with mild curiosity.  “But it’s just a trinket,” he added hastily, waving a hand as if that would dispel the tension in the air. “So—what’s the third thing you want?”

James watched as Robin hesitated. It was rare to see her this way—normally, she was confident, composed, with the air of someone who already knew the answers before asking the questions. But now, something weighed on her, some...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Konoha

Natsuhi’s hand rested firmly on Sumaru’s shoulder, her fingers tightening unconsciously as she scanned the unfamiliar walls of the waiting room. The boy didn’t flinch, though she could feel the tension coiled beneath his skin. Her son, brave and resolute, had been through too much already. And now this. She could sense the weight of his confusion and fear, even if he didn’t voice it. She didn’t need to ask—she felt it...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Riser Phenex arrived in a burst of golden fire, his presence warping the air with unbearable heat. The flames that birthed him roared hungrily, their tongues of light devouring the dry grass in a perfect circle around him, a coronation of destruction. He stepped forward as the embers crackled at his feet, his every movement oozing arrogance, the air itself thick with his presence. This was not just power—it was sovereignty, the unchallenged might of a devil...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 53

Chapter 53

The pyre stood ready, a silent, accusing sentinel beneath the twilight sky. The wood was dry, painstakingly arranged, and steeped in oil to ensure the flames would devour everything. On it lay the corpse of Mantis. Five days had passed since the battle with Sasori, but its echoes were louder now than when the dust had first settled.

He stood at the edge of the gathered shinobi, his shadow long and still. The others waited in a loose semicircle, their fa...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 46

Chapter 46

James was dreaming.

He did not know how he knew—he simply did.

Which was strange. Normally, he didn’t dream. It wasn’t something he had ever thought much about. His existence, for as long as he had managed the Hotel, had been one of waking, of constant awareness, of a mind that never truly settled into unconsciousness. But now? Now, there was softness to his thoughts, a quiet pull toward something unfamiliar.

Maybe it was Death’s dre...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Tiger’s command ripped through the clearing like a detonated seal. “Move!” he barked, and the world shattered into motion. There was no prelude, no hesitation—only the raw, violent orchestra of killers descending on their prey.

Kushina’s chains erupted first, streaking forward like golden snakes, each impact against the ground shattering rock and soil. The spiked tail of Sasori snapped upward, meeting the chains in a clash of metal and cha...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 45

Chapter 45

The mirrors surrounded her, but they did not reflect her.

They reflected the Hotel.

Nico Robin stood motionless in the center of her quarters—if the space could still be called that. “Staff Room 3 – Manager’s Assistant” was inscribed on the plaque by the door, but that was nothing more than a formality. The room had reshaped itself in accordance with what she had become. The walls no longer obeyed conventional architecture, stretching an...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Otogakure 

Orochimaru sat motionless at its center, his pale hands cradling a single strand of hair. Its color was unmistakable—unnatural, almost. His eyes, golden and slit-pupiled, lingered on it with an intensity that was not quite hunger, nor curiosity. It was something stranger, alien in its fixity.

His tongue flicked out, tasting the air, as if searching for something unseen. A thought uncoiled in the depths of his min...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 44

Chapter 44 Rias stepped inside the bar, her heels clicking softly against the polished wooden floor. It was… cozy. Not in a quaint, old-worl

Chapter 44

Rias stepped inside the bar, her heels clicking softly against the polished wooden floor.

It was… cozy. Not in a quaint, old-world charm sort of way, but in the way that whispered of exclusivity. Of secrets. The lighting was low but deliberate, golden hues casting warm shadows over deep mahogany furniture...

What's your favorite girl from the Azathoth Hotel ?

I know some of the following characters have not (or not much) appeared yet, but I still want your opinion :

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Land of Stars

The wind whistled through the cracks in the cabin walls, its cold fingers brushing against Natsuhi’s skin as she stood motionless by the window. Below her, the faint glow of Hoshigakure flickered like embers in the night. Her amber eyes stayed fixed on the village, her vision blurring momentarily as a memory of Sumaru surfaced. Her son, with his too-bright eyes and too-big dreams. Dreams that Akahoshi would twist and sha...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Nico Robin read the last line of the last page of the Necronomicon. And the world peeled away. Not in layers, not in shreds, but

Chapter 43

Nico Robin read the last line of the last page of the Necronomicon.

And the world peeled away.

Not in layers, not in shreds, but in a collapse of meaning itself. The ink on the page did not fade—it liquefied, melted not into darkness but into something beyond the concept of color, a shade that did not ...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Star Village, Land of Bears 

Yotaka adjusted the cuffs of his flak jacket, fingers brushing the metal plate of his Hoshigakure forehead protector. His hands, as always, felt uncomfortably clean. He didn’t know why; it had been years since the blood of the Third Hoshikage dried on them. Maybe because no amount of scrubbing could erase that moment—the gurgled cry, the flash of betrayal in the old man’s eyes before they dulled f...

The Grand Azathoth Hotel - Chapter 42

Chapter 42 James sighed the moment he stepped into the café, rolling his shoulders as warmth settled over him like an old, well-worn jacket.

Chapter 42

James sighed the moment he stepped into the café, rolling his shoulders as warmth settled over him like an old, well-worn jacket. The place still smelled the same—roasted beans, cinnamon, and that faint trace of old books that always lingered in the corners, like the scent had soaked into the very walls. The re...

Curse These Old Bones - Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Bear Country

The mist hung low in the thick silence of the Land of Bears, broken only by the faint crunch of boots on forest debris. Zabuza Momochi ran in step with the team — his team, now, he thought —, Kubikiribōchō balanced on his back. Ahead, Sura raised a hand, and the group stilled in perfect unison. Zabuza narrowed his eyes, scanning the landscape. 

A few kilometers out, nestled in the natural cradle of jagged t...