Kurama Novels & Stories

It was kind of odd how calmly I replied to him. “How so?” He asked. “I, well…” I paused to think of how to answer him, but came up short. How was I supposed to explain to this huge rabbit in front of me how I’m human? The question itself seemed absurd. His ears twitched. “Well, if you have powers, then you aren’t a human but a Zonculi.” I look at him with my best poker face expression. “A what?” I asked. Superpowers? Zonculi?

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

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.

I pick up the bottle and stare at it closely, a small frown appearing on my head when I see how dark it is. “It has been corroded with the witches venom and it will take a more powerful witch’s venom to detoxify the master’s body” “So now we need to look for a witch more powerful than Adeline?” “You do not need to worry about that my lady” she tells me again, “i have a friend who is willing to help, i await his response soon” “This your friend, who…. A small smile appears on her lips, “he is from the Doma tribe and they are known to be powerful witches that associate well with our kind. He promised to bring me the venom from his master”

Alexa gave in and opened access for Vano to enjoy her oral cavity. Alexa's eyes closed tightly when Vano pulled the strap of the kimono she was wearing. Alexa struggled to control her breathing rate when Vano opened the kimono she was wearing. Inside, Alexa wasn't wearing anything, so when the kimono fell from her shoulders, Vano could freely see two round, springy mounds. The yak is too big, with a pink tip that is small and adorable. Without letting go of their touch, Vano rubbed Alexa's innocent back.

- he says laughing. “Zog, this man's of Japanese origin” – he says, looking into his captor's eyes. “It's a Japanese fox, a Kitsune, a Tricksters. We have to be alert. I remember from mom's story, that they are very smart, live almost as long as we do, and have magical powers.”

Kiri said, her eyes flying wide, spinning her head to face Smarluuten, “You have a fully grown pogona?” “I do,” Smarluuten nodded, his smile widening as a five-foot tall, spikey form of a lizard came to a stop, its large head outstretched toward the drakken, the beast’s chest was puffing in and out loudly from the effort. “Now it will become the high blood’s pet and mount,” he added, scratching the beast on the soft fleshy part under its chin, as he did the lizard let out a soft clicking sound in response.

It’s impossible unless there’s some magic in it. “Both of you must be wondering how it would happen because there’s no way it would.” He responded calmly with a smile. “So...” I trailed off as Harry glances at me. “Why did it happen?” “There’s a story behind it.” Cortèz states and it instantly made me curious. “In ancient times, thousands and thousands of years ago, there was a deity called Olca and she was the keeper of that volcano. Olca was lonely in her volcano and had no one there with her because the volcano was surrounded by the huge sea. Until she met the human who took the risk to visit the volcano. He was a mountaineer from the island of Maui and he was Luahu. His name in Mauian la