Kurapika Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

They're only interested in the riches they're going to get and the fuck they can give. I've been prowling around the pack for several days and crossed the borders several times, but I can't get close enough to finding the future Luna. I want to see this boy before I kill him. When I went beyond the border today and because I was thirsty, I approached the river, being uncovered. I didn't expect to see a pup crying, naked, by the riverside. When he looked at me, I knew who he was. It felt like Mary was there looking at me. I quickly formed a lie and exchanged a few words with the kid. He told me his name was Angel and that the whole pack hated him because he rejected his mate. Too bad, when I

He remains silent, his eyes not leaving mine until he starts to laugh. “You think I will make a deal with you, Zachary? My wife is Luna, one after the moon goddess’s heart. She can give me all the cure I want in the world and you think I will settle for you? Come on man, I thought you were smarter than that. Well” he gestures to my hand where a wound is still bleeding, “you might want to check that, it’s not going to heal. Ir is coated with silver” “What?” “Do not show up at my party uninvited Zachary, do not come in front of my wife and do not even think about her”

Rj karan said on his channel and very next second song started which immediately made me go stiff in my seat as few memories of my past started flashing in front of my eyes. Start of Flashback ‘Lag Ja Gale Ki Phir ye Hasin Raat Ho Na Ho, shayad Phir Is Janam Mein mulakat Ho Na Hooo…ooooo’ I was sitting on our terrace busy listening to most melodious song in most amazing voice of Indian singer ‘Lata mangeshkar’ when suddenly ‘THUD’ a loud sound was heard while the song I was listening to was abruptly stopped “Kon kutta hai…. (translation: Who the Dog….)” My word stopped in my mouth as I saw a fuming face of Reva standing in front of me “Kutta?” Reva questioned me with raised eyebrow “Re.. Rev

“So, what is he?” Georgia’s voice jolted her from her musings as she stared into the fire and her eyes snapped to hers with a raised brow. Her mug of hot chocolate abandoned on the coffee table still half full. Georgia was full of questions and curiosity but had kept it reserved for her sake as she listened to her story. “The boy?” She questioned further. “Isn’t it obvious?” Adelaide questioned her back with a frown. “He’s a High Alpha.”

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

I was not aware of my abilities as much as I wanted to believe I knew. It was alarming to hear footsteps somewhere all of a sudden after a period of stillness. Tobacco scent wafted through my nose. It was familiar, the distinct smell of a Kapre. I calmed down, knowing it was not strange to be followed by some of them. I have learned from the talks with Banyan, that once a Kapre developed a connection with another creature. It tends to super protective to the extent of following its friend around at the reason or justification of keeping him safe from harm.

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.

My mouth watered when I saw all the fresh fruit and cream stuffed crêpes. ‘Nice to see you here, Zayka’ Lyosha breathed into my ear popping up out of nowhere. I jumped in surprise and he smiled at me. He had tied his hair up in a messy man bun, he hadn’t shaved in a few days and his deep blue eyes seemed to stare right into my soul. ‘Care to join me for lunch?’ he asked. Not waiting for my answer he motioned to the clerk that he was ready to order. ‘What would you like?’ he asked with a heart melting smile showcasing his perfectly straight white teeth. I stuttered my order to the clerk, ordering a strawberry and cream stuffed crêpe while Lyosha ordered a banana and chocolate one. He handed