Claude Kuroshitsuji Novels & Stories

It’s like parts of me that I didn’t know were missing are now where they should be. Apolliana’s mind merges with mine, expelling the madness and any human weakness I hold until I’m who I was always meant to be. I’m no longer bogged down by empathy or love. All I feel is a sense of purpose as I take a satisfying breath and prepare to end all living creatures. This is what I was created to do. I am the destroyer, and I will fulfill my legacy. Vitality courses through my vanes until I’m the being of destruction that I was meant to be. My lip quirks with arrogance as I open the compartment and pull out an old scroll.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5) The characters : Lucas Salvatore: the alpha of the shadows pack. "Love was always known to be a cure rather than a curse. This is not the case in my story. My name is Lucas. I'm actually my pack's alpha. I've been alpha for more than I can remember, maybe 400years or maybe more and my mate "My Luna" is my curse... Her name is Stephanie, she's beyond beautiful. I never really got to know her... Why??? Well, because I got to see her death over and over again. Every time we got to see each other, she ended up dead in front of my sight" ...

“No, it can’t be.” The self-centered guitarist felt a cold, crippling shock run down his spine after seeing the mysterious image. Taylor felt a similar dread. “I saw this image the first time I got Barracuda,” Taylor in awe. The image was a humanoid Kaiju covered in purple and black armor, but with the head of an octopus. “Is that --” “Mason Black,” Soundhound answered before Taylor could finish.

“See how that ends for you.” “Don’t need to try. Just need to do this.” He raised his hand. Closed it into a fist. Killian dropped again. Screaming. Purple flooding back into his eyes. “STOP IT!” I threw blood straight at the guy. He caught it. Crushed the silver in his fist like it was tissue paper. “Cute. But useless on me.” “What even are you?” Lila gripped her knives tighter. “You’re not normal.” “Nope. I’m what happens when Black Moon finishes perfecting the curse.” He smiled. “I’m the endgame version of your buddy over there. If he lives long enough. Which he won’t.”

“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. “The Crescents that linger…” Senika said quietly. A pause. “And yours.”

Kuro Kaine Level 57 AGE:18 Race: Human(Otherworlder) Titles: Hero Class: Sword Emperor Mana- 1200 ART: " Holy Light User" "Dual Blades Art" "Electro Art" "Pyro Art" "Language comprehension" "Growth" "Sentient Blades{Unique}" Class Skill: "Berserk" "Whirlwind" "Thunder Call" "Feint" "Moon Cleave" "Sword mastery" "Sword of Imprisonment"

(Obviously) More Information: Notorious assassin, ninja, and the founder of Azoukawa Credo in Japan. No photos of her. "Is this all you get? Looks like you’re really getting rusty, huh? What happen to the Orcus I know?” I sigh looking at the piece of paper. He didn’t say anything. “It does, as you say, help a little.” I consoled.

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

He was guilt as time pas by when he thought that he just looked at his system with disgust after his system had come back but it was not his usual style to apologize so he just opened his lips to say, almost expressionless while string at system ‘eye’ one eye back. “Welcome back” Gabriel said I those hoarse and deep voice. System ‘Eye’ wanted to cry immediately after hearing that but still held himself back with great difficulty and great power to hold on the tears that was about to come down once again. Cuzo, Kuro and clone who was fed up unexpectedly by the two ability user and AI affection towards each other: …. Cuzo: Where am i? Who am I? What am I doing here again? Kuro: I need my big b