Land of the Weeping Soul: A brand new beginning PT.1

This is a new series I decided to start for online only. THis is only the first part of the first chapter I'm working on so don't be upset where it cuts off. Tell me what you think and what you might want to see.

Land of the Weeping Soul: A brand new beginning PT.1

“What’s happening to me?” Hiraku chocked. The moon was the only lighting in the park.
Hiraku a sixteen-year-old High School student stared bewildered by what was in front of him. His stomach and chest was pulled forward, his feet lifted off the ground, and from his belly a light white sphere was coming out.
Standing across from the boy was an old man with a jagged shape sword pointed toward the boy. “Don’t worry young man it all will be over soon.” The old man possessed a gray bread that dropped down to his feet and big black eyes in his head. A grape purple cloak was wrapped around the man’s body. The white ball floated toward the sword, being stabbed by it.
Lights flashed in different directions out of the sphere. A moment later, the ball became a pillar of light around the old man that lasted only a few seconds. When the light faded, the old man was no longer old. The cloak he wore was replaced by purple and black armor and a black belt that went over one shoulder and across his chest. The bread was gone and the hair on the top of his head was spilt in the middle and went down on each side, the color a misty blue. His once dark eyes became a grass green while his face and body resembled a healthy twenty-year-old.
The boy Hiraku that was floating in the air dropped to the ground. Hiraku’s hair was jagged, red on the right side with the rest being black and shaved down close to his head. He had a lean tone body that was covered by a yellow hoodie and gray shorts. He was unconscious.
The newly revive twenty-year-old pointed his sword up, staring at his reflection in the blade. He smirked, showing off his strong marble teeth. “Not bad. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen myself this young.”
“So this is where you hid yourself,” a voice came from the sky. The man sent his attention to the night sky. A twister came from the heavens and crashed to the ground; the twister vanished, revealing a girl around the fallen boy’s age. Her hair draped down to the back of her knees, being a hot pink with fire red eyes to match. She wore a short, pleaded, skirt that matched her hair and a dark yellow overcoat.
The girl’s eyes were deadly serious while glaring at the man. Both of her hands were curled up into fist. “I see you’re still stealing souls in order to keep that old fossil body of yours alive. When will you learn that immortality is out of reach for any person even a Soul Raider like yourself?”
The twenty-year-old Soul Raider turned the jagged side of his blade toward the girl. “It wouldn’t be impossible if annoying brats like you would stay out of the way with this latest soul I’ll finally destroy the weaker half of our dear race. After all, you’re just like me except you’re so weak you borrow what the humans and animals give you. It’s truly disgusting.”
The girl closed her eyes. “You never understood anything, Hayato.” An alluring white light wrapped around her body. Balls that resembled snow lifted up from the ground behind and around her. A spear extended out of each ball connecting it to each of its neighbors, until they were all one. They moved, condense, extended, and formed into an outline of a claw that rose over the Tokyo Park.
Hayato’s eyes shook in uneasiness. “What is that?”
“Now witness the power of borrowing over stealing.” The five individual claws came in together to form one single point. The point thrust forward, stabbing Hayato through the stomach. Hayato didn’t move and the claw went through him without shedding any blood or ripping his clothes and skin.

Wolf Curse: First Chapter

This one of my first completed books. This is the first chapter to the book. I don't plan on posting the rest because I plan on publishing it. Tell what you think or could be change. Does it grab you as a reader?



Episode One
Hai, Lord Akira

Demon-eye samurai warriors stared at their wolf-like master on top of the wooden veranda of the Itô estate. They sat in front of the Itô family mansion’s front yard dressed not in armor but Kamishimo, the traditional samurai dress outside of armor in the dead of night, facing the lord of the house. In the four corners of the front yard realm were pits fire that lighted up the area as the moon and stars revealed the shadows of every man there. This was the first time in two years that all the samurai of the Itô clan had been summoned. The area was hush with the only noise, coming from the cracks of the fire.
“But, Lord Akira, we can help you,” a samurai yelled as he rose.
Lord Akira stood up, staring at all of his men who served him. The lord had two female servants, sitting next to him.
The flame’s light only revealed half of the young lord’s face. The lord was no older than sixteen. The front of his mane was spiky and unkempt, being the color the sparkling ocean, while his eyes resembled blood spilled on a battlefield. He was an attractive young man by the means of his face and body, the body was lean and muscular along with him wearing a white headband. He had on a black kimono with a cape that bared the Itô clan’s crest, the upside down crescent moon that had a circle at the top. The only thing that stuck out about him was the strange blue scar that was on his right cheek.
“Listen up, because I’m only going to say this once, I won’t allow you to die for my personal fight,” the young lord spoke in such strength that any normal man would be frighten to tears.
Without hesitation all the samurai shouted, “Hai, Lord Akira.”
Akira lowered his gaze to the floor for only a moment then looked back up at his great warriors. He replied, “Then you’re all dismissed, until further notice. Remember all your strength and courage must be use to protect this land of ours.” The rest of the samurai once again yelled the same phrase as before.
“Botan, Haru, come with me,” Akira demanded. The two servants beside him turned around, sliding opened the shoji doors, screen doors. Akira entered the house consumed by the shadows within. Haru and his son Botan got up from the crowd of samurai, following Lord Akira into his dwelling.
Botan and Haru closely followed Akira down the hall. A servant, holding a candle lamp walked in front of Akira, guiding his way. Akira was heading to his room, banging his feet against the wooden floor. The hall had no other light and when the light from the lamp touched part of the hall with its glow, it captured the amazing beauty of the shoji doors or the well polish wooden floors and walls.
Haru was in his thirties with his black hair tied back in the traditional samurai knot, eyes that were gray that looked like those of a bitter warrior, and his face was rough in addition to a scar from a sword under his chin. His son Botan had brown hair that looked liked it hadn’t seen a comb in years, being spread out in every direction, his eyes were jet black like that of a raven, and his appearance was young, being only three years older than his Lord.
“Lord Akira, what is it that you need from us?” asked the son.
Akira stopped in the middle of the hallway. Immediately after him Botan and Haru came to a standstill, worried flashed across their faces. They dove to their knees, bowing and apologizing for what Botan said. Akira glared back at them with killer eyes, saying, “I need you both for a special mission.”