Cronus X Kankri Novels & Stories

I flinched violently from my spot, horror tightening my chest. What the hell was going on? Why was Danica being like this? I looked at what the girl was wearing, but it wasn't that bad. At least, I had seen Katherina wear worse, so what's wrong? “You see..." Danica continued coldly as she lifted the girl up, revealing her bleeding face to us while the girl sobbed helplessly, “this is how every one of you desperate women would get crushed, because as far as I'm concerned, none of you women are worthy and capable of being his mate, and would never be.”

, He had felt that shiver since he was so close to her. "Yeah, tots", she lied easily as she gulped down the unwanted lump that was forming in her throat. Soon, he turned to face the television and they chose their anime characters in the game. Kaylee chose a girl with wine-colored hair and Kavinsky chose his normal black-colored hair character. They started fighting in the game and after not even a minute, Kavinsky's character killed Kaylee own. Kaylee glared at him and started the game back herself. They fought again and Kavinsky won. He laughed hysterically and when he saw Kaylee's face, he held back his laughter. He cleared his throat and asked her.

We in our group finally agreed on what to advertise after so much arguments, fights and unnecessary disagreement. Mind you, it wasn't easy at all, coordinating rehearsals and actually achieving something at the end of the day is a big achievement because never in my dreams have I imagined Toben and I, two different people who hated each other like cats and dogs, ending up working together and creating something amazing. We made the same Tees and shorts for the presentation, yup, that's how far our lecturer expects us to go to, to gets higher marks on our GP. The school, Covenant, yes, that's the name of our prestigious school, is a private university for particularly the rich and well off st

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

The bar is almost empty. Just low amber lights, a jazz trio packing up, and Alexander Kane at the far corner table like he owns the concept of dawn itself. He’s ditched the jacket. White shirt rolled to the elbows, exposing forearms corded with ink (black lines, Cyrillic letters, one thin white scar shaped like a crescent moon). He’s nursing something dark in a heavy crystal glass and watching the door like he already knows I’m coming.

But Menkera caught up with no effort. “ What?!” Kronos demanded, his eyes flying open. Menkera smirked and placed a hand on his chest. “ Your little trick wasn’t much of an upgrade now was it?” A battle lance made out of jade burst from his palm and pierced Kronos’s chest. Kronos yelled in agony and grabbed the lance with both hands. My Mana! He’s using this damn thing to drain my Mana! With a roar, Kronos summoned forth silver lightning on his palms to shatter the lance.

“And created this wonderful place for us, power users, or as what these huge creatures and animals here like to call, the Zonculi's.” The Zonculi's, I remember Lawrence saying that yesterday. She called me Zonculi because I had powers I didn’t know about. “Zonculi,” I repeated. “What does it mean?” The old lady chuckled, the grim look she had earlier gone in an instant. “We are called the Zonculi because we are situated in the East part of the world. There are also others like you in the North, they are called the Ofeter, in the South they call themselves the Mavi, and in the West, the Flihths."

I mean, “Will you do me a favor and get lost?” he said while fixing the hem of his fitted dress shirt, “Why didn’t Xerxes come? He knew about this one, my god,” he dramatically fixed his hair on his forehead. “You’re there, nothing to worry about,” the woman said, “Come on, let’s get this done,” All of us were divided based on our factions; The Canine, The Dawn, The Sabletail, The Wildridge, and The Averrant.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

“It’s rare.” “How rare?” Aldric asked. Marcus’s expression was serious. “In the last five hundred years… only four have been recorded.” Regina’s pulse quickened. “And I’m one of them?” “Yes.” Her mind struggled to process the information. “What does it mean?” Marcus stood slowly, walking toward the large window behind his desk. “Blood Moon wolves are… catalysts.” “Catalysts for what?” Aldric asked. Marcus turned back toward them. “Power.” Regina’s stomach dropped.