Kaito Kuroba Novels & Stories

Smoke curls from cookfires in the newly built Cafeteria building. It feels… hopeful. My wolf pads quietly within me. Stronger than before. “Yes,” I murmur. I turn a corner near the storage barracks and nearly collide with a broad, immovable chest. I step back, quickly greeted by a long silver beard and kind eyes. “Chieftan Jeb.” The older male chuckles, deep and gravelly. His hair is silver, braided down his back. Scars line his arms like a roadmap of survival. “Luna,” he greets, inclining his head slightly.

V. “Everyone. This is my new assistant, Ruben Westbrooke. He will work with Millie and stay with me all the time. If I am not available to you by any means at any time, contact him.” I introduced my new assistant, Ruben, Peter’s younger brother, to everyone in the secretarial department in a formal manner. Ruben smiled and slowly bowed in front of everyone.

Lila's POV “Why can't you see anything? Are you telling me that there's nothing wrong with me? What sort of a shaman are you? Everyone in the universe knows I'm cursed.” I yelled, totally disoriented. My chest rose and fell quickly as I stepped back from the man sitting across the small dim room, lost in deep thoughts. I had done my research and all the feedback suggested that he was a great shaman and would help break my curse but hearing him make such a statement, made me doubt for a second why I summoned him in the palace.

" Come to our pawn shop. I will be there in half an hour. " He said. K was a middle-aged man with rugged good looks that seemed to have withstood the test of time. His dark hair was greying at the temples, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a hidden depth. There was something intriguing about K. An air of danger and excitement that surrounded him, even as he went about his daily routine. He was a man of contradictions. Those who crossed him would do well to remember that there was more to K than met the eye. Went to get dressed and leave, so I could come back before my shift began.

Luna, the pack's alpha, approached me with a dignified grace, radiating an air of wisdom and strength. "Scarlett, we welcome you with open hearts," Luna said, her voice carrying a soothing melody. "Though our forms may differ, our spirits are intertwined. We understand the weight you carry, the longing to return to the world you know. Know that you are not alone in this journey. We will stand by you, guide you, and help you find your way back home."

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

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

Kirito, about three years old, sat in his mother's arms while looking at the camera. "I would have believed it was Kiroto..." He had green eyes just like Mr and Mrs Hiomi. The bottom of the frame read "Hiomi family" "I didn't know your eye colors change when you grow up" Kurosava said with a wicked smile. He clenched the frame tightly "My stupid brother giving the entire enterprise to this brat... This brat who is not even his own blood!" He threw it aside and looked at his half baked reflection in the mirror.