Kuramas Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “I am sure an alternative can be found.” As she spoke, Zara adjusted her position and made her body lean in Clarissa’s direction. Then, she continued, “ I heard from Sham that there are four packs in Zenrada. Well, he did say it used to be five, but the fifth pack became invisible.” Clarissa chuckled. “Yes, they did. Though Gamma Sham is from that invisible pack, not much is known about the Minamo Pack.” “Minamo Pack.” Zara pondered on the name for some seconds. “Why are there so many packs in Zenrada? I know werewolves move in packs, but I was expecting a single pack.”

They’re skin is luminescent shade, making them shimmer under the night sky as they graze happily. “W-What are they?” I stumble back only for Damien to catch me by my waist and steady me. He doesn’t remove his hand. “We call them Kalari,” Damien murmurs. “They are as ancient as the demon realm itself and they’re not friendly to anybody. But if you don’t approach them, they won’t hurt yo- Shit.” Cerebus has decided to run straight at the grazing Kalari, barking happyily. “Cerebus, no-!”

There was a cooling sensation wherever their skin touched. Lucas opened his eyes and looked down at his mate. Her breasts were small and perky, her nipples rosy bursts of colour on her porcelain skin. Her stomach was flat, almost concave, and there was a smattering of small scars which his eyes seemed to graze over. Her thighs were long alabaster columns, joining to form round, womanly hips. Thank goodness her underwear was still on. She was so small, so fragile looking, Lucas was scared he would break her.

She had somehow managed to disappear into his closet and emerge wearing one of his white shirts. It reached halfway down her thighs. Her dried hair was pushed over one shoulder. Kane stopped. Mona glanced at him. Her eyes immediately brightened. "I'll call you later. Bye." She ended the call. Kane folded his arms. She pointed toward the kitchen. "Adam made ramen." Kane glanced over. Two bowls sat on the counter, steam curling into the air. Adam had added soft-boiled eggs, green onions, mushrooms, and slices of meat.

“Name, Kuro. Species, Shishilian dog. Sex, male. Symptoms, Paralysis due to dull attack on the head and one broken foot. Suggestions, euthanize.” Darrion’s eyes immediately sharpened. “What?” - Rita stared at the pink dragonfly on Yuta’s thigh and Shoru in Jai’s arms. She felt slightly jealous of the two having the affections from these humans. She also wanted to be held. But Ruta wasn’t here. She puffed her throat and chirped a few times. Feeling quite weirded out by Rita’s sudden talkativeness, Yuta turned his attention to her. “Rita-chan? What is it?”

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

Ejima had suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and before she could think, her hands were already on her waist, ready to draw out her sling. She hadn't mistaken the chuckle. They were that of babies, resting inside a brown basket, underneath a tree whose name was not forthcoming. What made her eyes dilate was the creature beside the basket. It was at least twice the size of a dog, with brown rich skin, spotted all around with black. Its tail stood above its body, and the claws were glinting dangerously with the afternoon sun. It had buried its head inside the basket and the children in the basket kept giggling as the animal continued to smear their faces with its slurry saliva.

This made me scared. "Please, who are you?" I asked in the most polite way possible. I did not want to annoy the woman; she was unbalanced. "Ah, finally asking me the right question." She said, smiling. She cleared her throat, I knew it was all an act, but nonetheless, it made me more attentive. "I am Ruhun Daji, and my name is Kurwa, the spirit of nature, good fortune, bliss and wellness."

Omar missed being able to touch his mother’s face. “I missed you too. Are you surprised to see me?” Amy giggled when Omar nodded his head, giving her an enormous smile through his tiny lips. She combed her fingers through her child’s curly brown afro. She buried her lips in her baby’s hair, and she could still smell the watermelon scent from his shampoo.