Kimetsu No Yaiba Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“And it was perfect until I was eight…until Aito’s mum found us” Ah, I think I’m starting to see just how cruel this story is going to be. “Your friend, Aito…”. He looks straight at Miyamura— broken green eyes meeting piercing lilac ones. “Belongs to a family of alpha supremacists…the fanatic ones”. Yukimura Aito is a supremacist? An alpha fanatic? Miyamura breaks eye contact first. He looks away, leaning back against his seat, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Rei continues speaking, almost looking unbothered. But that’s how I know that this story is about to get even worse.

he shouted, lunging toward Shimma. But then came a loud— “Bang!” --- *LUCAS’S POV* I lunged towards Shimma, rage boiling over. “I’m sorry, but no one can have you!” My voice was raw, filled with desperation. I couldn’t let her go. How did I become this helplessly in love with Shimma? Although I had tried to control it many times, it was high time I expressed myself fully. I could control this situation. And if Mattias didn’t let me, I would kill Shimma and then myself.

But his nemesis, Miu—the reincarnation of Manager Yamada in a small girl’s body—instantly sensed something was off. “Ooooh~” she dragged the syllable, narrowing her eyes. “Why so sneaky today, Kimura-kun?” Takuto kept his cool. “I’m just strategizing business models. I don’t have time for you.” But Miu tilted her head—and suddenly flicked his bangs upward. “Ah~ So this is what’s going on.” The barely-covered pimple stood exposed in all its glory. The room went quiet for one dramatic second—then exploded.

I squatted on his body, then I picked up Yamato Minobe's spearhead again. And slowly, I stabbed the spearhead into Yamato Kakuzo's heart. He saw me in his pathetic state, while I smiled like a psychopath. "HYUN KI... YOU ARE..." I again pulled the spearhead from his heart, then I aimed it at Luca who wanted to attack me from behind. At that very moment. The tip of the spear's sharp blade swirled, then the spear's blade cut off his head in the blink of an eye.

Yamada kept nagging and scolding Kenkyo, why didn't Kenkyo just ask Yamada for help. Kenkyo just smiled at Yamada's scolding. Her best friend couldn't possibly fight the five bandits, Yamada was afraid when he fought their underclassman. Yamada does talk a lot. Yamada and Mizuki were constantly nagging. However, what is this? Kenkyo even smiled at Kim Jae who was not far from him. Yes, Kenkyo is on the couch on the South side, Kim Jae on the East side. Kim Jae returned Kenkyo's smile with his signature deadly smile.

he whispered, kissing up my neck before kissing me breathless. “I love you with all my heart, Hibiki.” I smiled, cupping his face in my hands. “And I love you with all that I am, Yūri. My Kitsune.” he smiled before shifting and untying my legs. We collapsed together in a heap, catching our breaths and trying to find the energy to get up and take some pain medicine for all the sore joints that were screaming at us for all the activity.

Kiss careful—testing, tender. Then deeper—warm, real. Tails flare warm gold—wrapping loose around them both like blanket, foxfire healing lingering gentle on old aches. But mostly warmth. Safety. Home. They pull apart slow—foreheads touching, breaths mingling fast. Hearts racing loud in quiet room—wizard scholar monk and ketsune, both terrified and thrilled by new feeling. **Kayo (smiling soft, teasing gentle):** “Your heart’s going faster than during the boss fight, scholar.”

“I like how close we are and I don’t even care if Yami and Hikari are watching. I won’t stop bugging you until you agree to help me.” “Stubborn,” Mizuko murmured. Her neck is starting to stiff in this posture, leaning back her head didn’t help too. If she tries to move her face in, they’ll be no space. “Fine! I’ll help you but you have to do whatever I need you to do!” “No,” he instantly rejected. “You’re helping me and I will tell you what to do.” “That’s not fair!” “Well everything is never fair, baby.” The Kenshi she knew wasn’t like this but either of the Kenshi she met, they were her type. “Fine,” she muttered with a grumpy look on her face. “Now let me go!”

His blood red petals flew around unpredictably, causing destruction with no recognition of friends or foes. The petals flew around slicing through buildings like they were not even there, so one could clearly imagine the results of what would happen if they came in contact with any human being. Fubuki was keeping them away with his icicles but they were just too much for him to handle: he got a few deep cuts. As powerful as Yamato was, the waves of petals still managed to penetrate through his water barrier and leave him with a few injuries.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 “I could die?” I ask, facing Yumeko. “Can’t I just make him like me? Twisted reaction, he hates liking people, so that way he wouldn’t hurt me and simply expel me.” “Are you stupid? It’s different! When he likes you, he’ll make your life in this school hell because he hates liking people, but he will NEVER let you go, till death do you part, no, even after death, his ghost would still hunt you,” Yumeko snaps. “But when he actually hates you, he doesn’t want to set his eyes on you. So, he’ll by all means get rid of you. By expelling or killing you.”