Haruka Kuran Novels & Stories

Haruki arrived right on time, dressed in a dark blue linen shirt. “Nice to finally meet you in person,” he said with a smile. Evelyn gave a polite nod. “You too. Sorry if I seem a little nervous.” The conversation started awkwardly but gradually eased. Haruki was good at keeping things light. He spoke about his work in wood carving, his hometown in Kyoto, and his love for authentic Japanese green tea. Evelyn chuckled softly as he shared stories from his mischievous childhood. For a moment, she forgot the ache in her chest.

"Oh! That's why you like showers too." "Yeah, I think," "What is it? Do you feel unwell?" . "... I--" He sneezed "I've caught a cold actually." Kurosava was sitting inside his cabin when he received the call. He picked it up and got the good news. "You found her?!" He sprung up from his chair while pressing his phone on his ears. "Yes, her name is Aria. She debuted from Kirito's company. However, she didn't take any projects after that"

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

“Yes. Temporarily—until we figure out what’s wrong with your scent and your wolf. You’re considered Luna… and my mate. If we can’t even mind link each other or connect with the pack, they’ll get suspicious. And that could cost us. Don’t forget—some of us are Lycans. The rest are wolves. But Lycans can sniff things out quickly.” Lydia looked at him. She understood what he meant. She’d forgotten—this pack wasn’t all werewolves. Some were Lycans, and yet they lived together, though that was rare. Lycans were stronger, faster, more agile. And it was the first time she’d seen a pack like this. Harold and Eddie were Alphas of other packs… and Lycan princes? Did they attack and take over this one?

Between his beloved Luna whispering in his ear and the onslaught on the western frontier. A cunning, almost mocking smirk formed on his lips. "He won't realize this until it's much too late." Kieran's lips curved into a sneer at the mention of Rebecca. "The Luna," he scornfully remarked. She was the key, according to Kai. She is a problem and a thorn in our side since she is powerful but is unaware of it yet. I clenched my jaw. Just that. I answered calmly, "That's why she needs to be eliminated."

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.

This is perhaps, a prologue about the secret of my partner who hasn’t acknowledged me yet— Kuroyuki Shiroha. Also a very slight reveal of my mysterious background. ’Once registered, your ID will be set as ‘Anonymous #2207’. Is that okay?′ Yes. WELCOME TO KUROYUKI SHIROHA`S FANCLUB~!!! Kuroyuki Shiroha (黒雪 白羽) Race: Human

They were late for a few minutes but managed to get checked in and boarded the ferry. The Busan Hakata (Fukuoka) ferry route connects South Korea with Japan and was currently operated by two ferry companies. The Camellia Line and JR Kyushu Beetle Jet Ferry. He chose the former since it was more crowded although it took longer to arrive. Natasha slept most of the time, exhausted while Hoon kept his guard up. Upon arriving, they took the train to Mokpo then rode a ferry to the island of Anjwa where they settled in a small house. As the day passed on, followed by months, soon years. Winter had rolled by, the hibiscus is no longer in bloom. The red slowly faded, petals falling off each day.

she asked, there was a hint of unease creeping into her voice. The man's expression was calm. "Don't worry, Aria. She's just sizing you up. Her name is Arachne, by the way. She's a Crone, a special form of witch." Aria's eyes widened. "A Crone? What do you mean?" The man's voice was low. "Arachne is more than 500 years old. She stopped growing physically at the age of 10, but her mind and powers have continued to evolve. She's a force to be reckoned with."

She would never agree to take it easy at home. “Do you think more monsters will try and come for me after I awaken?” Aurora asks from her seat. She looks absolutely adorable sitting there in a pink hoodie and faded jeans. Her brown hair comes down in curls, and her makeup is on point. She is wearing green contact lenses today, which suits her - even if I prefer her purple eyes. “I think so,” I won’t lie to her and sigh. “Purple-eyed werewolves are very special - you know that. They are descendants of the first wolves. The monsters know that and want your blood.”