Kuramas Novels & Stories

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

A chuckle came from Cherry's lips, and a housekeeper who has recently worked with Langit often made her laugh by her antics. "Like what Miss Cherry requested. Roasted duck, chicken soup, and Potato perkedel—kind of food made from potatos." When Ruri said what the dinner menu would be, Cherry's tummy wriggle at her imagination of a roast duck, chicken soup and perkedel all went into her stomach. "It will be so incredible, hurry up, auntie, I am hungry," said Cherry with a grin as she held her stomach. "Sure, Miss." Before completely leaving the kitchen, Cherry remembered what Langit said last time, she told Ruri then "Auntie, after this please move the jar in the living room to the warehouse.

Her smile was very bright and inviting. “I’m Alpha Lazerus and this is my mate and Luna, Amaya,” he told me. “It’s nice to meet the both of you. I hope you don’t mind my cat familiar, Bastet,” I said, pointing down to him. “Not at all,” Luna Amaya said while smiling down at him. “Let’s head to my office and see what business you are proposing, Killian,” Lazarus said in a deep voice.

"You are better than those trashes who vomit due to a few space-time fluctuations, what a shame. My name is Kermu Kurk from the Kurk Clan. Since you seem a bit decent, do you want to come with us? It would be a waste to use you as cannon-fodder like those pieces of trash from there." Kermu was arrogant and despised the commoners, a typical way of thought for those in the noble clans. However, he also liked the commoners with talent. He didn't treat all of them in the same way.

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.