Coryxkenshin Book Novels & Stories

Killian gave Alys a curious glance but smartly backed up a bit for Aiden’s sake. “Now back to that book. It’s a book on mixed blood in general. All types of mixtures, hybrids, all that. Now it should be just around here…” Killian walked off back to the shelf he was at. “Ah ha! Here it is.” He exclaimed in triumph, pulling a large tome from the shelf. It looked very old and had a leather cover. Alys excitedly rushed over and tenderly reached out for the book taking it from him, Aiden had followed her and was looking at it over her shoulder.

It was after all Kuzo. Now where should he begin? Kenshi enters the territory and went inside the house. There few things in there, like a minimalist’s home. In the living room, he sat down on the floor. Deep breathes and he shut his eyes, his powers flowing from his hands to the wooden floor. Black smoke scattered, searching for the answers to his questions.

He said. “Like what?” I asked. “Family history. Not just Logan’s family. But yours too.” He said. “Why would my family history be in that book? We’re a nobody family. My dad was the head warrior before he was killed and then we were ignored.” I said. “And you’ll find the reason for that in that book.” Cory said. “What?” I asked. “You will find all of the answers that you need, in that book. Make sure you let me know when you find it.” He said.

The books are being ripped in half and deposited around the room. Cory has completely shifted and is shredding all of the cushions to the seating as well as the walls themselves. Sylas has taken over, destroying the bookshelf, the coffee table, and anything else that can be broken down. Sylas howls a long, mournful howl, which just about breaks my heart.

Hopping the answer would be yes, I flipped to the introduction, the much-needed hope fluttering in my chest as I read. “From their temple origins to their violent renaissance in the Bloody War that birthed Henosis, Crowns of Shame have a complex past mixed with hope and cruelty alike. Despite its variety of intents and shapes, one thing remains the same throughout its history: the scar-tissue that defines it.” I flipped through the book, deterred by the word “scar-tissue”. I stopped at a page with a grotesque image of a man on his knees as someone carved a line across his forehead.

So he's scared. After turning it over in his mind, Tony felt triumphant. A smug smile crept across his face. 'This is great news.' ... After leaving them behind, Cyrus returned to the library. The book proved quite interesting. It carried the faint, lingering melancholy typical of the author's writing, a textbook example of post–Sakura Blossom defeatist culture. Cyrus finished the book at an unhurried pace, closed it, and slipped it back onto the shelf. Not out of sentimentality, but because he knew himself well. He would not wake up tomorrow as a devoted reader.

Oh, he wanted this as much as I did. “Are you…shit.” Kaixen hissed as soon as I placed my warm mouth on his cock. His huge dick stretched my small lips, filling up my mouth. Water dropped down my face as I started bubbling my head up and down his cock. He was so huge, I could barely fit all of him into my mouth. “Holy shit, yes…right there. You're doing so good, Rory.” He gave a muffled groan, grabbing my wet hair as he thrusted his cock further into my mouth and I accepted all of him.

I need more juice. "Time to face my karma again." He said to himself while cleaning himself up and the gem. * Cai Kang and Kurai continue reading without much interruption but they read by chapters and compare notes before reading onto the next in silence. The book is the abridged version and around thirteen chapters detailing successful dragon kings although the details are more on the originals.