Konoha Crush Novels & Stories

all this wouldn't have happened. But guess what. I was not normal. Maybe from outside but not from inside. The events of past fueled anger inside me which is very difficult to subdue. So ready to wake up with a concussion or some more broken bones I closed my eyes. As the ceiling of the staircase rotated I found myself to be steadied by a weight on my waist. "I got you" Were the words my crush spoke to me as I fully surrendered to the darkness in the safety of his arms.

The next night the girls and I went to a club called Vault. It's a nice place to dance and smoke hookah, but it is too damn small. From outside of the club it looks dark with flashing lights; the only way you'll know it's a club is by the music blasting through the walls. They play all the latest hits, some reggaeton but mostly hip-hop.

Connor said through his gritted teeth in resentment while he was spitting out blood, “I won’t let you off for this. I won’t ever—” Kayson slapped his shoulder and destroyed his muscles with his Novem Lightning Zero Impact. Connor let out an agonizing scream instantly.

Before she could finish talking, my heart almost jumped out of my chest in fear when a flower vase was hurled in her direction, crashing into the wall behind her. I didn't even know when Conan grabbed the flower vase since he was standing next to me. Kayla gasped as she wrapped my head around her belly. "How could you do this to me? How could you scare a pregnant woman in this way" Conan rushed towards her, wriggling his index finger at her, and in a split second, he pushed her so hard that she hit her back against the wall. He caged her against the wall and gripped her by the jaw.

With a final surge of energy, I unleashed a powerful onslaught, striking the vampire with a flurry of blows that staggered him momentarily. Seizing the opportunity, I sprang forward, teeth sinking into his shoulder, the taste of his vile essence flooding my senses. But even as my jaws clamped down, the vampire's cunning prevailed. With a swift motion, he twisted his body, using my own momentum against me. I was thrown off balance, crashing into the restroom's porcelain fixtures. Pain radiated through my body, momentarily stunning me. Pain radiated through my body as I crashed into the unforgiving porcelain fixtures, the impact shattering the delicate balance I had fought so hard to maintain.

But among all the mess, something caught my eye. In the corner of the living room, a shrine to Claire stood out like a sore thumb. There were pictures of her, some cut out from social media and others that looked like they'd been taken without her knowledge. They were arranged neatly, almost obsessively, on a small table with candles. There were love notes, too, scribbled on pieces of paper, filled with delusional promises and twisted confessions of his feelings. My stomach turned as I realized the depth of his obsession. This was way more than just a workplace crush gone wrong; this was much more dangerous.

Metal crunched. Then—darkness. ---

Tonight was supposed to be the first calm Friday in forever: no revenants, no Hollow Choir remnants, no oni trying to drag me into a drinking contest under the bleachers. I’m in my room, door locked, chemistry notes spread out like a losing battle. I’m re-drawing the same Vinča symbol on my palm for the 2,114th time (healing wipes it clean every morning, same old routine). Then the bloodstone cracks. A tiny, perfect fracture right down the center. A single drop of liquid starlight (not blood) beads up and rolls down my forehead onto my open textbook. The Crown HUD flickers once. CROWN INTEGRITY: 10 / 47

The world freezes. The energy stills. The system— breaks. Cracks spiderweb outward. Rapid. Violent. Unstoppable. “What are you—?!” the core screams. “Ending you,” I reply. The connection surges. Stronger. Brighter. Overwhelming. And then— it happens. The core shatters. Not explosively. Not violently. Clean. Precise. Final. The entire space collapses inward. Light fractures. Darkness implodes. Everything— everything—

I sighed and rolled my eyes as amara smacked his arm before scolding him. "Was she talking to you in the first place? And what's the 'girls and their problems' supposed to mean? It's not our business and problem that your crush doesn't like you back." Amara ended with sarcastic air quotes as she look him up and down from beneath her eye lashes before brushing him off like an annoying fly. She rambled on and on as I zoned out again day dreaming about Silas, like I always doing, consciously and unconsciously.