Fai Kurogane Novels & Stories

He looked like he was in his twenties. “I am not in my twenties,” he replied to my thoughts. “I appear in a way that would make you most receptive to me.” I looked around us. No one was paying attention to us. It was either that they could not see us or that he was someone they knew. He flicked my forehead, a teasing smile on his face. “Stop worrying your pretty head, child. I will just tell you who I am. I am Kuro, the seer.” “A seer?” I asked. “Like Adaira?”

He knew very well the identity of the elderly man was the patriarch of the famous assassination family, and besides his strange eyes, this elderly man didn't have any difference from the people that he saw on the street. Fusae's expression changed and said, "If possible, you shouldn't cause trouble to that elderly man, Oga-kun." "What do you mean?" Monica asked. Fusae's expression became solemn and said, " He's the patriarch of the Kure Clan. The famous assassination clan in this country, his name is Kure Erioh." "Kure clan?" Monica raised his eyebrow but didn't say much. "It's an assassination clan, their home should be near your house in Kyoto," Togo said.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

They seemed like old pals and for a minute I felt comfortable watching how much excitement he had seeing them “Rowan,” one of them spoke, stepping forward. “Is this her?” Rowan nodded. “Yes,” he said calmly. “This is Lila. She's the one I was talking about and she's the one we need.” Need? What does it mean, the one we need? Is he planning to kill us? What does he have to do with me? Is Claire right after all? My throat went dry. So eventually this was it, he lured us out to have us killed.

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

This was noticed by some but her intentions remained unclear. Meanwhile, Kurobe decided that he was no longer going to hold back. Truly, he was but he made it look like he went all out at the beginning. This was his usual tactic; show off big and flashy moves to make his opponents think they'd seen it all, and then when their guard is down, a little rock ends the fight. Kurobe may already look like a threat when he causes earthquakes and flings huge boulders but those who have fought him know that he is most dangerous when he starts throwing pebbles.

What will happen when the charismatic crown prince of the Arisee clan son of the great dubious king Ziba falls in love with the slave girl who worked in the maize farm where he was supposed to supervise. Conflicted and torn, he would have to make his choice wisely either to send the slave girl down to the deadliest places or have her all to himself and dance to the drum beats of the masquerades... Coming soon.

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

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"

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast