Charles Grey Kuroshitsuji の小説・ストーリー

Alisa and the others nodded in agreement, each pushing their internal energy to the limit, preparing to unleash their most powerful attacks. Henry, however, just glanced at them with disdain. He raised his right hand and pointed at them, his voice cold as he said, "Go." With that, a terrifying white sword swept toward them like a tidal wave, powerful and overwhelming. Charlie and his allies had also gathered their strength by that time. In desperation, Charlie used the one healing elixir he had been saving, restoring most of his energy. Once again, he launched his signature move. "Fury Blade!" he roared and charged forward.

It wouldn't be wrong to say he was a shinigami because I'm sure I didn't die from these wolves, but he also killed me. I sat against the tree stump, smiling helplessly, my eyes watching the battle between Charles and those two wolves. I wonder why Charles didn't turn into a wolf. Then I realized that maybe he was afraid of turning into a wolf and the moon would affect his mind. But how could someone with vital Alpha blood like him be mind-disturbed by the moon?

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”

Of course, Gray couldn’t refuse the offer and went in. It’s been a long time since Gray had a proper dinner. Not wanting to embarrass himself, he awkwardly only put a small amount of foods on his plate. Charles probably noticed his behaviours, so with his unstable hand, he kept adding meats and vegetables on Gray’s plate. After they finished the dinner, Charles casually questioned, “Why don’t you ever sell your hunts for this old man?” Startled, Gray was dumbfounded, “Mister… Actually, I’ve never thought about that!” Hearing that, Charles was laughing out loud, “I remember how your master always had a headache because of you. You know, these past years, I always get yours from Ten and also m

Angel Soon, a tall man with onyx-coloured eyes, as dark as two abysses, entered the place. My wary eyes inspected him cautiously as I tried to find out who and what he was. He looked normal, except for the grey wick of hair in the middle of his otherwise very dark hair. I’d never seen a werewolf with grey hair before – it wasn’t a thing since our kind doesn’t age. Even without being able to smell his scent, something told me that he wasn’t a regular werewolf.

"No!" At this critical moment, Kuro suddenly appeared from the side. He found a longsword somewhere and immediately shattered the rock Harvey had seemingly kicked over casually. And then, he held the longsword in his hand and stood right before his sister. Not only were Kuro's eyes blood-red, but the veins under his skin also continuously throbbed. One could see that there were a few injection marks on his hands. His aura once again shrouded him, but it seemed to carry a shade of madness this time. He stared at Harvey viciously and spoke, "You forced me… You forced me to do this!"

Gray insisted on it, drilling me through scenarios over and over along with Brandon. Gray's gaze flicks down to my feet, then up to my elbow. Then down again. The signal for 'duck and elbow strike.' I give the tiniest nod, so small I'm not sure he even sees it. "Charlie," Gray says, his voice eerily calm despite the rage I can see simmering beneath the surface. "Let her go." "So you can have her? Never!" Charlie's grip tightens impossibly more. Black spots dance at the edges of my vision. "If I can't have her, no one can! We'll die together, like Romeo and Juliet, like all the great tragic lovers—"

I look up and smile. The closer we get, I hear a growl and stop in my tracks. Holding my hands out, stopping everyone behind me. “What is it Rosa.” Charlie asks. “Don’t fucking move.” I say as I straighten and whistle. “What are you doing?” Charlie panics, but I ignore him. When from the right of us I see them. I smile as four of them run towards me. Their fur is deep grey, their fangs are on display. Their heads large the giant hounds of Hell. I drop to my knees the closer they get. They snarl, bark, and snap their jaws, feeling the icy bite of death as they circle the group.

I felt his lips turn up into a smile against my skin as he let out a low chuckle. "I haven't even shown you how cruel I can be."I let out a frustrated sigh before pushing away from him. He was right; I did have needs, and no one here was making it worth my while. "I Dela Greyhill, Queen of the Dark realm. Accept your terms and agree to your payment." I groaned. I went to give him the jar, but he shook his head. He reached for my hand and placed a finger in his mouth. He bit down on the tip allowing blood to drip down it before placing it in his mouth again, sucking up the blood. His hands glided under my ass and lifted me before grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist.