Claude Kuroshitsuji の小説・ストーリー

that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.

she hummed. "Wait, I thought that Ravana was the first," Layla asked confused. "Ravana was the first cursed and Atreus the second," Niniane corrected. "And to clarify, the first chosen wasn't exactly a vampire. But he was a powerful being, so Ravana murdered the first chosen. In doing so, he and all of the vampire bloodlines were cursed."

His words were contained with conviction, and I believed him "I'm a cursed wolf, my power is like a double-edged sword so extreme and powerful, yet wildly unpredictable. I can't control when I shifts, I always loose control and unleashing havoc on those around me. The memories of my past victims haunt me, every I closed my eyes,Every full moon, I'm consumed by a fury and always leave behind atrail of bloodshed." I said to him.

His bone was almost visible it was a surprise he could even talk at all. “What is that?” Carl asked leaning closer. Even Noah leaned in to see better. “I may be wrong,” her voice was low but heavy with suspicion. “But he may have been stabbed with the Mekai.” “Mekai? What’s that?” Noah asked. “Do you Ptakkagaris know anything at all? The Mekai is a dangerous liquid that ends our immortally as descendants of the gods. The one thing that can kill all gods forever is a a dagger coated with the Mekai. As creatures of the moon goddess who has the blood of two pantheons in her veins, the Mekai does not necessarily kill us but it doesn’t render our powers useless. Healing becomes impossible and we

“It matters a lot.” It was interesting to watch Kaleb’s happy go lucky demeanor fall away into one of fresh anger and determination. I had no doubt whatever it was did matter a lot, even if it was in the past. When Isaac pulled me into his lap, I felt as if I was being used as a shield to protect him from Kaleb’s impending wrath. “Karabasan - or Bas, as he’s come to be known by - is a demon. He raped several human women, and built himself an army of sex demons a couple hundred years ago.”

he eyes me suspiciously. “You are right my Lord. The person who killed Bancroft as I have learned is Brian Bennet who is the son of the Alpha of the Silver Cresent pack and I want your help in killing him” I state. His eyebrows shoot up into his hair that is covering his forehead. The woman on his left sits on his lap and he places his hand under her arm and on her breast, massaging and squeezing it. It is distracting me to see him fondling this woman when we are talking serious business.

“Stories that they have been given… special powers.” The wind screamed through the open balcony. “If you cannot control the situation,” Senika said softly, “find a way to destroy them.” Entirely. The cloaked figure swallowed. There was only one question left. He lifted his head just enough to speak. “…Which pack, my lord? The remaining Crescents?” For the first time since he had entered the hall— Senika turned. Those dead red eyes locked onto him. And smiled. “Both of them.” The words fell like a death sentence.

Kassius, High Prince of the Sanguine Court, had not felt fear in five thousand years. As an immortal apex predator, he considered himself a god among the lesser dimensions. But as Caleb Blackwood charged across the ruined black iron floor, Kassius realized his logic was fundamentally flawed. Caleb wasn't just a beast; he was a natural disaster wrapped in human skin and Sovereign runes. With his high-frequency light-saber stripped of its power by Scarlett’s command, Kassius resorted to the primal magic of his ancient bloodline. He clapped his hands together, his crimson eyes flashing with absolute malice.

I had never seen him before, but the presence of danger in his aura was unmistakable. "I’ve been waiting for you, Sofia," he growled, his voice rough and filled with venom. "The moon doesn’t shine for you anymore. You’re just a mistake, a stain on the legacy of the pack. A curse." Before I could respond, Lyra lunged, her form a blur of silver fury. The rogue wolf dodged her easily, his movement fast and fluid, but Lyra was faster. She snapped her teeth at his side, forcing him back, but the rogue was relentless, his growl rising in challenge.

He wants to have many children, hoping to pass on his traits to them and start a new dawn of vampires- day walkers. Ritoru: A kitsune of Inari, one of his favorites. He loves to cuddle with his masters and tries to please them daily, loving them a great deal. He was caught out in Inari's garden one night and was stolen, being forced into his weakest form, a fox, when they caged him. He was going to be sold but was rescued by Laurence and Silas. He's playful but he can be serious when it comes to things. He's loving and very loyal, chasing off demons to protect his masters. His playful nature usually ends in him being slightly mischevious when it comes to Laurence, pinning him to floors when