Charles Grey Kuroshitsuji Novels & Stories

I asked, observing her. The moonlight streamed into the room, as the light was already put off. Ashley was lying stiff, her eyes were the only part of her body that was moving. She was trying to talk but she couldn't. "Just stay calm Ashley, I'll go get help immediately," Before I could get to open the door, Someone already did from the outside. I watched as Devante walked in, oblivious of what was going on. "Hey Luna," He called out smiling, before I could reply, I saw something right behind him. It was a man, covered with black clothes. He had yellow eyes, pale skin, and his fangs were out. He looked dead in one word.

I whispered feeling my world turning on its axis. I reached out and grabbed the back of the nearest chair as my legs threatened to give out. I forced them to move forward a little further just as a body came into view from around the corner. He was hunched over and the only way he could have looked more dangerous, or horrifying would have been if he had been crawling around the walls or ceiling. His normally beautiful warm hazel eyes were completely black, and they were piercing through my body. "Darren," I whispered as I hurried forward.

His sword aura could absolutely break the steel power of Steelification Doyen. Perhaps he would not be able to kill Steelification Doyen, but in terms of damaging power, ten Steelification Doyen could not even compare to one Ghoul Sword. “Kayson, w-who’s he?” Celeste was aghast. She was only a regular girl. How could she have encountered a situation like this? “Ghoul Sword, a criminal and a grandmaster fighter.” Celeste asked worriedly, “I-Is he very good?” “He’s alright.”

A low growl built in my chest before I could stop it. “Drake,” Grey’s voice was firmer now. Urgent. He already knew. Of course he did. My eyes opened slowly. Pale. Empty. Not human. I exhaled sharply. And finally, Grey said it. “It’s the curse.”

Not the clumsy snap of a human, but the deliberate, heavy crunch of something that weighed four hundred pounds and knew exactly where every leaf lay. A shadow detached itself from the trees. He wasn’t in his wolf form, but he might as well have been. Silas, the Alpha of the Northern Pack. Roman’s oldest rival and the only man who had ever looked at my blueprints with more interest than my face. He was dressed in a black tactical turtleneck, looking more like a mercenary than a high-society wolf. His eyes weren't blue like Roman's; they were a dark, molten amber that seemed to track the very rhythm of my failing heart.

Ryuou unsheathed a Japanese katana by his side, revealing a gleaming silver blade with rubies and silver dragons adorning the black hilt. Yuri resisted the urge to snarl. Him and his God complex. “You can try.” Yuri stated, readying Odium. “Try to kill me if you can. I am not a Phantom for nothing! And you’ll also do well not to underestimate me!” There was silence for several moments before Ryuou moved forwards with alarming speed and without any warning.

The rage and bitterness that had sustained her for so long warred with the flicker of something else—a strange, reluctant empathy for this man who was more lost than she had first realized. “What do you need from me?” she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew it was foolish, but a part of her had already made the decision. Despite everything, despite the hatred she felt for the pureblood wolves, she couldn’t turn her back on the fight. Not when it was so close. Cassian let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly as if he had been waiting for this moment. “I need you to help me find the Heart of the Greykin. It’s the only thing that can break the curse. It’s the only

ALPHA GREY I sometimes find it extremely amusing to remember that at some point in very recent times, there was no Suro Kingdom, nor a White Crow, or even an Alpha Grey. There were only hundreds of packs, even more rogues, and a secret witch who had raised her werewolf from death and made him into a killing machine.

Lifting her up, he showcases to everyone the first death by the hands of death wolf indeed. The death of a soul. Her body thrashes, to be only held up. Looking at her eyes, with those white ones. Char's soul gets sucked out of her body. Her body colour changes to pale white in few seconds. And that's it . Thora looses her grip and Char falls down. Dead. Chaos enters the place with everyone running around to save their lives. The monster of a girl standing in front of them, the evidence of the prophesy of the curse.

Grey Came out of the bathroom which he was already half in. "Are you feeling alright? How's your fire?" Thanatos questions fast and consecutive. "Fine and fine. Back to the matter where is this so called gate to Tartarus!?" Grey said through his teeth, he knew something was wrong but he couldn't place it, since he resurrected he felt broken. "I have been to everyone of your hunting parties. Slash marks from claws and blade but no burn marks or burnt down houses, no fire!" Thanatos said walking towards Grey. "I said am fine!" Grey persisted, nothing was going to stand in the way of his vengeance.