Kurama And Naruto Novels & Stories

She kept turning and turning it so that Lolita could swear her pet was dizzy right now. Kurah turned the mamba around and examined the runes on its body intently. While in deep thought about the real identity of this supposed snake, she felt a vague sense of familiarity and deja vu as her eyes were fixed on the mamba. She didn't forget to occasionally pet the mamba while she was at it. Not that it did anything to stop how the snake was feeling at the moment, but Kurah wouldn't know. Even if she did, she didn't care much. Kurah needed to find out what it is exactly, as her curiosity took the better of her.

Tom was the only one still glued into the area as if he was waiting for something more to come through the brush. Paranoid was the first word that came to my mind at that point. But when the animalistic roar came from behind the trees, I understood his paranoia. Out of the depths several creatures burst forward into view leaving an explosion of limbs and leaves in their wake. They stopped in their tracks and began making odd clicking noises with their mouths then let out a loud high-pitched scream signaling to every creature in the area that they had found the prey to whet their appetites.

Haru Uncle Jin took me into a room that I assumed was his office. It was a neat place, with a study desk and chair on one side and a sitting area on the other. There were even murals on the walls, too. One of them caught my eye—it was of a beautiful girl in layers of colorful kimonos and surrounding her were mystical creatures: a dragon, a fox, a snake, and a cat. “That’s beautiful, Uncle,” I said, nodding toward the mural. “It looks like it’s in the Heian era, the setting.”

They play dance dance revolution and failed miserably since none of them can dance. They play Mario Kart, and Tank-Tank she won both, of course. Saga also play claw crane. He didn't win anything though but he did tried —six times to be exact, until Kira decided it was enough. Saga protested about it, telling her he was so close but really he said that everytime and in Kira's defense, it was painful to watch him struggle and keep failing. So she asked him if they can play another shooting game instead because she quiet enjoyed it.

Kōjin (laughing so hard the volcano rumbles): “Welcome to the family, Himuari-Nakamura. Weird is the baseline.” He snaps his fingers and a table appears (low kotatsu, steaming bowls of kitsune udon the size of bathtubs, sake that tastes like sunrise). We eat under a sky that’s half open volcano, half Kyoto twilight. I steal his chopsticks just to watch him pout. Seras: “So… do I call you Dad? Kōjin-sama? Old man who smells like charcoal?” Kōjin (soft, ancient eyes warm): “You call me whatever feels like home.

Darren replied. "And the quality?" Daniel pressed. “She has to give birth to healthy male pups,” Darren said. "Or alpha females." "And if she fails?" Marcus asked. Darren swallowed. "She dies. And so do I." Daniel glanced over Darren and fell on me. I felt pinned in place. He had dark eyes, which could not be read. Marcus next looked at me, not any more kindly. I was painfully conscious of my smallness there standing, how lonely. Daniel nodded once. "Then the deal stands."

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

“Do you want a head rub?” It was tempting, but Shoru was fine with her master giving her head rubs. So she politely decline by looking around. Yuta was mildly dejected, but he recovered very quickly. “Sorry. I think she still need time to adjust to new people.” Jai apologized. “It’s fine. Sakura and Rita were like that once too.” Yuta said. If Jai remembered correctly, those are the names for the pets. Sakura is that dragonfly while Rita is the baby bird beast that is friends with Ruta.

he stopped right in front of me. “He almost cut my tongue. I mean, your tongue,” Kurai turned and stared down to the black duckling. The duckling, who can’t talk, was being confused with spirals on its eyes. The moment the duckling meets Kurai’s deadly stares I can see he was trembling and quickly hid behind my legs. Kurai, in a snap of his fingers, the duckling is already on his hold. His expressions change the moment he faces the duckling right on his face.

“I told you that it was okay to wait in the car.” “No. It’s okay.” He gave her hand a good squeeze which I, unfortunately, could see. He then looked at me. “This person is…?” “He is Kuronomiya Kakeru. My colleague. He joined two years after me.” She introduced me, then held his hand firmly and turned to me. “This is Ashitaka Mamura. My boyfriend.” “Pleased to meet you.” I bowed in greeting. “Pleased to meet you too.” He returned a bow.