Kuras Touch Starved Novels & Stories

Worried about the sudden development which I had seen no signs of its approachment when I had returned, I went to meet Killian in the afternoon to inquire what would be done so we could start feeding normally again. He was with a group of about thirty betas and ten Deltas. I waited till he was done addressing them before I walked up to him. "Killian, the pack is starving," I said. He frowned a look at me, "what do you want to do about it, Luna?" It sounded like a jest, but I still answered him, "we can go all-out this harvesting season, so we have enough to eat." "We've harvested from every available land and planted back on it," he said, "where more do you want us to touch?"

The Cruk raised his hand to hit Curl with it's claws, and as it swinged it's hand, Curl grabbed it, and stood up. "Enough!" Growled Curl, and as he took out the Cruk's hand out of the way, he raged and used his claws to make a mess on the Cruk. The Cruk howled in pain and was unable to stop Curl, because he was too fast, and scratching the body of the Cruk like it was all he had to do with his life, without composure, without lane, without stopping, he kept tearing the Cruk's skin, and as he did, he growled more, got stronger, something was changing, the blood of the Cruk was all over his hands, all over his claws, and all over his face, he couldn't stop and wouldn't stop, the Cruk wasn't di

“Thank you for your time!” “Go somewhere where I can’t see you. At least until we forget that you ever existed.” Kellar sighed. Even though he kept hearing though he has a lot of cuts and bruises, nothing still hurts compared to those awful words being thrown at him. Kellar waited for a few minutes before he headed back as well. Along the way, a white blob of light fluttered around him. Kellar smiled at its warm presence. Kellar and his brothers were supposed to be Tamers, but because of the curse, they no longer have any essence to summon their spirits partners.

​The horror began a few hundred yards in. ​In the alcoves of the pipes, they found the "Husks." They were failed experiments, wolves and humans who had been injected with raw shadow-energy to see if they could house the Star-Eater power. They weren't dead; they were shells, their skin translucent and their eyes replaced by hollow indigo voids. They reached out with spindly, grey fingers as Elara passed, their silent mouths agape. ​“She’s been trying to build a new pack,” Caleb hissed, his hand tight on his dagger. “Trying to find a body that wouldn't shatter under the strain.”

But the tray of food he held, untouched and waiting, was quite tempting since I was starving. With hesitant steps, I approached the tray, my hunger finally starting to assert itself. I reached for a small piece of fruit, testing the waters cautiously. Murad watched me intently, his eyes tracing my every movement. I took the tray of food from Murad's hands, my hunger overpowering my initial apprehension. As I walked back to my bed, with Murad silently trailing beside me, I couldn't help but notice his intense gaze fixated on me. But at that moment, my focus was solely on the food in front of me.

Was I ready for this? As I went to grab the potatoes from the oven, I heard Pax yelling from the bathroom. "Dorian, hurry up! I’m starving!" I chuckled to myself and shook my head. “I swear, they act like the kitchen is the size of a mansion.” "Have you heard this guy?" I nodded toward Kairos, who raised an eyebrow. Kairos looked at me, his arms crossed over his chest. "Did you hear that? He says he’s starving, but he’s too busy flexing in the mirror to eat."