Korosensei Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice trembling, "You’ve spent years trying to kill Kaelen, why help me?" "Because the enemy of my enemy is my masterpiece," Koran said, releasing one of my arms to trace a line in the air between us, the shadows followed his finger, knitting together into a shimmering, oily veil, "I don't want to harvest your child, Vesper, I want to watch the man who rejected you drown in his own light, I want to see the look on Kaelen Vane's face when he realizes that the 'void' he threw away is the only thing that can bring him to his knees."

“I ain't letting no Japanese bastards fuck me. I'm Yosef Ilya. The fucking enforcer of the Brotherhood. I ain't no bitch.” Silence. The laughter that comes next is roaring, threatening to knock the speakers from their stand. Kori and Hikaru cackle like I'm a joke. “What's fucking funny?!” I bark. “You?” Kori says, catching his breath. “I know old hag. That's why I asked.” I say without spite. Kori’s smile falls, a dark expression creeping to his face. I shif back once, twice, until I hit the settee. I try to stand. He pushes me back to my spot, boot digging into my shoulder.

He slowed the kiss and pulled away slowly. With a smirk, “Does that make us even?” I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip. He moved his thumb over my lip uncurling it from my teeth. Before I had chance to answer, his lips were back on mine. I let out a small groan. His hand moved from my face down to my waist, the flow of his touch made me groan more. He trailed kisses from my lips, along my jaw line and down onto my neck. I was in a whole other world when there was a knock against the door.

Towering even in human scale—easily eight feet, broad as an ox. Forge hammer staff gripped in one massive hand, head glowing white-hot. Armor of living flame shifting across his skin like liquid metal. Eyes like active volcanoes—swirling lava orange, cracks of brighter fire. Seras’s godfather. The kami of forge and flame. **Kōjin (voice booming like erupting magma, shaking the air):** “Little sunrise. Your call burns bright. I felt the defilement from across realms. I come.” He looks down at the nest—eyes narrowing, flames licking higher along his arms, heat warping the air around him.

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

They did not do anything to stop them. And right now, I had no more room for weakness in my world. I refused it with everything that I had. My hands curled into fists as I drew in a deep breath, savoring the chaos around me. Chaos was my ally. Chaos was my strength. Chaos was the one thing that I could rely on in a world like this. Theon stood quietly in the corner, his eyes wide with barely concealed horror. His disgust was evident, etched clearly into his features, but he didn’t dare speak a word. Wise. He knew better than to challenge me. He knew better than to put himself in the face of danger.

I grumble, then look back at the man…then he bows. “Apologies if I have offended you, Alpha Fenriz. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Kaen Asahi, and Umiko is my youngest sister,” he says with a slight Japanese accent, then smiles warmly at the woman in my arms. “A lot has happened since your beast put you under. Perhaps we can go to your office and, in detail, I will explain what has happened.” Well, fuck me.

Only after a short pause did people see their faces but there was still no way of being sure who had the upper hand. The clash continued with few short pauses until the last long pause and everyone knew who was losing the sword clash; it was Chris. His loss was not because of the cuts on his body; Orie's cut were relatively the same. His loss was not shown in his heavy breathing; his opponent was also out of breath. His loss of the sword clash was shown in his next action when a circle appeared beneath him; a summoning circle. SHIN SEKAI SECRET: Kojiro the history teacher has never competed in any of the tournaments. Instead, he works to maintain the barrier between the arena and the spectat

Arao stirred her slop with her spoon and opened her mouth to answer. “-Bloody old fool!” Kronos turned his head to see a well-toned and tall man with olive skin, shaved angular head, and an eye patch over his left eye. His right green eye was glaring at a frail elderly man who was crouched on the floor, trembling. He had a thick red beard tied into a knot. He wore a gray armored robe, gloves, and gray wool boots. By his scent of ash and salt, Kronos could tell he was from Ivaura Hydra Tribe. It looks like someone got on Kabil’s bad side again.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."