Female Kurama Novels & Stories

“I want her out of this pack.” “She can’t go.” Beatrice said. “Everyone wants her gone, but it’s Alph Felix that is keeping her no one knows why.” Mariana got up to her feet and began pacing the room. “What does she look like?” Mariana demanded. “You might have seen her yesterday night.” Beatrice added. “She had on a white dress and blonde hair. She came into the ceremony late.” Mariana stopped. “Yes I remember. They though she was a princess but Luna Rachel announced that she was a slave.”

So, she picked up the dog the day before I was supposed to move in. The day of the move in, well, instead of getting me & all my belongings, he got my karma card. My karma card is the justice tarot card, with a catchy note on the back letting them know that they've received their karma. She got her dog back, I got paid nicely, & he got his karma. I only take jobs that involve bitter break ups right before I skip town, because those are the nastiest kinds of jobs to take. But I mean, did he actually deserve the dog if he was willing to give it up for some broad?

It was no surprise that Ruby was a bright red, shiny dragon with no black on her as Slate had, which seemed to make her scales even shinier and brighter the closer they flew to the sun. She was also smaller and more nimble. Nya kept her head down, near Ruby’s neck, as the dragon was going at full speed, in a rush to get Nya back to the battlefield, and it seemed evident Ruby had been wanting to fly for a while. Nya wondered how it had been determined who would stay behind before and who would go, but then, it appeared that Ruby was a maid, not warrior. She flew like someone who would be good to have in battle, though, and Nya was glad that she was in such a rush to get where they were going

Kaboooom! Came the continuous sound of a heavy machine gun amidst the smoke everywhere. Boom! Boom! Boom!!! It continued with a war cry! A voice of a woman shouting! Screaming!! Filled with pain and hurt. The Calvary had arrived, but this time, it wasn't Maggie. It was Roma! ...

The one who screamed the loudest before she died. "Get out," I growl, but my voice is already thickening with the incense's pull. My limbs feel heavier. Kyara smiles. She rolls her hips, dragging my wife's soaked cunt along the head of my cock. "Make me. You always were pathetic at keeping your brides alive. Now you think you can keep her? The one who cursed you?" She laughs again and suddenly pushes herself up, taking half my cock in one brutal motion. I hiss at the tight, wet heat. Even possessed, my queen’s body is still immensely responsive.

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

"Who are you?" Yuna's hand went instinctively to her bracelet, ready to transform if needed. Beside her, Camille had pulled out the silver knife Noah had given her for emergencies. The woman held up her hands in a peaceful gesture. "My name is Rebecca Clarke. I'm a kitsune. One of the survivors Julia mentioned." "Prove it," Yuna demanded. Rebecca's form shimmered, white fur appearing briefly along her arms before fading back to human. Three tails flickered into view, then vanished. She was powerful but not royal bloodline.

she said, taking one purple petal and looking it over in her palms. "Hopefully, I have no idea. Nonetheless, there is a reason why Kur was the most powerful dragon alive and could withstand the harsh climate of Uranus, turning it into his abode. He had very special abilities, that is why only his spirit, when summoned by his bones, can subdue the others of his kind," Rojan explained. Such history and mystery were enshrouded in this flower and the bones. The world of the amortals was fascinating as it was dangerous.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

Luna's here! I walked towards the direction of the thought and found her in no time. Luna was at a dark corner of the caged lying on her chest. Her white fur was stained in her own blood and her hind limb was broken. She had a deep cup on her lower back, one that seem to have been formed from a demon's fang. They tried to killed her. "What a nuisance" I hissed. ' Bunch of nuisances'