Black Kakashi Novels & Stories

’ Asher snorted. I ended the mind-link as Asher came into view. He had shifted into his wolf, a large black beast that plowed through Vampire and Werewolf alike. Even with his large size, he moved with incredible speed and accuracy. Blood coated some of the other wolves' coats, yet none ceased their fighting. It seemed the Vampire King had deployed very little of his men on this attack, and used Luna Freya’s remaining men as the brunt force of the attack.

They took my and Vanessa's luggage and goes to their own destination while Vanessa and I open the sliding door to be met with a fierce-looking man wearing traditional clothing called montsuki. "Greetings, the head of Yangoku Clan, Iwamoto Hisao. I am the one who represents the BlackJack Clan from America names Liliane Terrance. I am here to discuss the partnership and deal you wanted to form with our clan." I said as I bowed my head. "There's no need for the formality Terrance-san. It is quite admirable that you come here understanding the culture of our country. For that, I shall give to you my deepest respect. It surely is not easy for foreigners to understand our culture and our form of r

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

The bus driver sneered, “Oh! It’s a Japanese! Why is this little kid trying to act as though he’s so great in front of me now? Why don’t you take a look around you and see where you are right now? This is f*cking Oskia. Do you know that? Oskia! Come on, repeat after me, O-S-K-I-A!” The man in black was also a very well-respected warrior and master in Japan. Although he was not as famous or formidable as Nanako’s mentor, Kazuki, he was still a master at the very least. He really did not expect a bus driver to point his finger at him and insult him instead. So, he cursed, “If I don’t teach you a lesson today, then you won’t know the consequences and price you have to pay for running your mouth

“They’re just around the corner. Their firepower is capable of covering the entire mountain.” The Kamikakushi member narrowed his eyes and made a decision for everyone. “Let’s go up there.” “Roger that.” Hundreds of Kamikakushi members rushed up the mountain at the same time. A dark shadow appeared behind this group at that precise moment. In the blink of an eye, they came to a halt in front of these Kamikakushi members. “Greetings, Grand Priest.” Everyone sank to the ground on one knee and saluted that dark shadow. It was a man dressed in a black robe with a hoodie that covered every part of his body. His facial features could not be seen. Only the raging flames burning in his eyes were vis

Because clearly they underestimated me. One man stood directly in front of me, tall, built like a wall. His face was hidden by a black mask, but his voice was steady when he spoke. Wore a black long sleev, probably trying to hide the fact he had a tattoo. But unfortunately for him he unconsciously raised the sleeve on one arm and quickly brought it down, but I say enough to know the first one was that of a tiger. “Alexander Blackwood. You know why you’re here ?"

Shit The trees trembled. My silver eyes I felt it turn to crimson as it locked on his, and the black wolf showed her teeth. “I am a hundredth-generation Gorde Wolf,” she growled underneath each word like a sandpaper scraped at my throat, shattering his command she seemed to loom taller even though he was a foot taller than me. “The last black wolf born. I am bigger, stronger than any alpha, I am the descendant of the Honshu Wolves, powered by the gods themselves,” she roared, her power bringing him to his knees as he groaned in pain, “I wasn’t born to bow to you.”

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu