Durarara Novels & Stories

Until he noticed a small exchange. All of a sudden, Elijah stood up, smirking as he looked at Serena. Both subtly nodding. Malakai motioned for his own men to keep their hands on their weapons. And then......... it happened way too fast for anyone to even think. Eden felt wetness on her body. She looked down at Malakai’s white hoodie that she was wearing, seeing the crimson red liquid soaking through. She looked up at her lover before she slowly fell to the floor.

Five minutes after Kiran got up, Malachi opened his eyes and sat upright. “That last one stung a little,” Malachi said and stood up. Kiran threw the wet cloth over to him and he started wiping the blood away and walked over to Jessica. He kissed her on the cheek as she gave him a look. “Morning.” “Don’t forget the blood on the floor or Adara will make you clean the whole house,” Jessica said to him. “You all know I have a no bleeding in the house rule,” Adara said as she came down the stairs and surveyed the damage.

Tyler rolled his eyes at him, uninterested, "It was a long list and I might have made some mistake, so you better confirm it by your own eyes!" "Aright! What's the name of the place?" "It's some training facility named 'Rudra Arsenal Training Junction' on Zerg!"

Closing his eyes, he turned away, unable to bear the sight of Rara’s suffering. Despite Rara’s heroic attempt to shield Bun Kukkinos, the fog proved too powerful. He received his punishment, turning to ash before her eyes. Rara, overwhelmed with grief, placed her hand on his as he died. A scarlet light surged from her hands, streaking across her forehead before disappearing. As Bun Kukkinos’s remains turned to ashes, Rara was engulfed in a wave of sorrow. Her anguished scream shattered the transparent barriers and the massive stone. The scarlet fog that enveloped her expanded rapidly, forcing the other fogs to retreat in defeat.

When her rage started to subside and her breathing went back to normal, she opened her eyes again and met the older woman’s gaze. “Unbelievable...” said the older woman. “Your eye color turned back to amber.” That gave her a sigh of relief; however, her mind was still haywire. Amara was still puzzled as to why she ended up sleeping in this forest in Drysdale. The human territory was way too far from the werewolves’ region as they were isolated. “My father must be looking—”

"Well you are a fresh bloom Princess, no one can resist that. Let me tell you something, everyone owns a different idea about you...Good and bad are just some examples of it. The mind is vast, it could formulate anything... even trick you" I raised an eyebrow, amused as to where this conversation is leading to. Maria told me that Dad had been into sci-fi movies recently. When he doesn't go to work, he spends it with Netflix. I just pretended to be interested in the topic and listened attentively. "If you just look into their eyes, you can see it. The ideas these young male species had for you aren't to my liking. So far, most of what I am seeing now is... you being a food." Dad exclaimed wor

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I did not expect an answer to my rhetorical question, but it nevertheless followed: “You, Irina, are in the Dark World, the empire of Iri'es'shar, in the palace of my son Oer Dakhar, in a room reserved specifically for the eskh. “I haven’t heard about this Sugar of yours or whatever it is, but I know about everything else. Smiling, Soera Daara looked at me with interest in her eyes, as if evaluating, after which she said: -Curious. And you, Irina, are not as simple as I thought at first. You are gifts, and besides, you are a harna. -What? I asked completely without understanding what was going on. “I say: you are darah, that is, impudent, and harna is obstinate,” Daara explained to me.

His body lying flat on his back, blood flooding and mixing with mud. “Luther!” I cried, shaking his face. “Open your eyes!” He groaned, breathing. I shifted to Mathew. “Mathew.” I shook his body, but he didn’t respond. He was dead! Swallowing hard, I reached for my husband. “Luther…say something.” “I’m here…” he whispered, his eyes still closed. I swallowed, watching his blood drenching my clothes. It was everywhere. The dark liquid was everywhere. My brothers, Mathew, and Luther. “Luther…!” My tears fell on his face. “Please open your eyes.”