Kurama Death Novels & Stories

The rest of the curers –first about 200, now, just a mere 80– fled for their lives, but it was too late for them, Kendra and the rest of the warriors charged in on them, striking everyone who was left in a vengeful fury. By the time the mini battle had ended, not a single Curer was left alive, it was a complete obliteration. Kendra’s gaze sought out Killian in through the crowd, and her heart sank at the sight of so many silver arrows sticking out of his jet black fur. “Killian!!!” She was by his side in a minute, tears already making its way into her eyes. “Oh, Kill… what have you done?” His wolf whined softly and licked her face, its frightening gray eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Emm I mean isn't it supposed to be in 'deep deep deep sleep, caged by the last spirit guides? I thought that was how it was supposed to be and not' it came alive'! , Hey kar I'm too young to die young, just imagine, 'curl biac fought alongside with Kar tribist, they fought the great deadly cruk with honour and strength, they gave their life so that others could be safe you see Kar I ain't giving my life to no one" "Or more like the foolish bush hog curl biac went up to the deadly cruk in battle but got killed in seconds! 'no one will even miss you" "You see….I'm all good for no one,so I live" "Curl" Kar called him with a quite and concerned voice "Yes Kar what?" Paying attention to know the

To only root right into Sera's neck and a scream leaves her lips as her blood trails down her neck. His last words repeating in her mind like a sin. The death wolf?

she muttered. Kira stared at her dumbfounded, but still walked ahead. “You know what is worse than the helps cries or silence?” Tamara continued. Kira turned to stare at Tamara, “It is the smell when they die! I can tell because they transform to use the wolf's energy to hold on longer. They always smell so bad, but I am used to the smell now…” she continued to mutter as Kira walked away. Kira’s heart jerked as she saw people from the house locked up. Dean Covey was one of the prisoners too, he was badly beaten up. He was lying unconscious.

There is something I want to ask about the woman earlier. "Karmic death? What is that? Her cause of death should be Accidental Death but why karmic? I don't understand." I was just stunned this time because I was overwhelmed by the feeling of what I had seen a while ago. At her young age, she was able to do ugly things. She's only 19 but she did those things apart still she is a woman.

I said in a quavering voice. “I wanted you to suffer the same pain I did, Amor. My curse is powerful enough to end her highness the moment you lose control of your love. How does it feel, Amor? How does it feel to madly love a person, but always be wary of falling in love with them? How does it feel to know that your love can kill them any second?” He gritted his teeth. I shut my eyes, embracing Zeve tighter in my arms. Hikari belonged to the Kazumi bloodline, a bloodline with the blessings of the dragons. The Kazumis had many unique abilities that other werewolves didn’t, but the one that stood out was their curses.

Shouts of despair and anger. In fact, they felt the ground beneath them shaking violently. Randu who is hugging Burdak whispered. "Do something...he can destroy if he goes berserk." "No... he won't be able to do it, he's just a werewolf who's currently even weaker than you... he's a hopeless human." Burdak's words are so deep and made Randu realize… Burdak already knew that he is the one who killed Rames. “Sush… I know… we'll talk later…” Burdak whispered when he saw Randu's face that wanted to protest.

I ranted. “And the gunfire?” he questioned. “Shinobu is dead.” I shrugged, walking into my bedroom. “You… you killed him?” he stammered. “Of course. A lesson needed to be learned. No one pretends to be Kitsune. No one kills in my name but me.” I answered as I calmly began to undress.

Seven…should be held as a world record of some kind. “But…if you lived in Saudi Arabia…how did Kashmira end up in Jammu?” I frowned. “She was mated to the Alpha, as far as I know.” “Ah…yes.” Belle looked unsteady on her feet, so I took her to the nearest couch and helped her take a seat. “You see…my mate died the same year that Mira was born…and I just...” The death of a mate was unthinkable…especially if it was a werewolf, like I suspected he was. Belle must have been inconsolable at that time, and Kashmira only a babe…