Kuras Touch Starved Novels & Stories

Kazuha asked increduously. Cai Kang thought for a moment. “No, clue but we have to make sure he eats it and smells it.” "Forcefeeding him like this is impossible. If that's your plan then we'll die trying." Kazuha said. "Don't worry about that. I can do it. I just need a distraction." Kazuha looked at Kurai. She can see he is agitated despite his feral state but she got something in mind and the thought of it made her visibly ill. "I got a distraction but I'm not gonna like it."

He always sounded so mean. Kisa clenched her hands, wrinkling the coat. "I wouldn't care about you if you were sick!" Gilbert shrugged. "Suit yourself." Kisa was so pissed that she withdrew her eyes and wrapped that coat around her; she was feeling a bit cold, anyway. She now felt much warmer than she had just been. Ignoring Gilbert, she sat cross-legged on the ground and ate the bread. The two pieces of bread were small. The largest one was only a little bigger than her palm, and the other was about the size of her fist. Kisa unwrapped the smaller one first. She was starving. She raised her eyes to look at the still snowy cave entrance, wondering when the blizzard would stop, and even if it

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?"

Star blinked at her, almost like a child caught in something small and harmless. Mom exhaled slowly. “This can’t keep happening.” I moved closer, the wooden chair beside him scraping softly as I pulled it out and sat down. “Star,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Why are you touching this? Why aren’t you in bed?” He shrugged …a small, almost innocent shrug. “I wanted to taste it.” His words were light, like he was talking about candy. “But it’s not cooked,” I said. “It’s raw. You can get sick.”

Kayler, after taking medicine, his health is stable, but he has not fully recovered. Because the kids here are hungry, Azura had to go out one more time to find food for the children. She brought back a lot of food and water. The children seemed to be starved for a long time, seeing the bread compete to devour each other. "They don't feed you?" Azura asked softly. The children looked at her; their clear eyes flashed with fear, shook their heads, and worked hard to eat again. A little girl sitting next to Azura broke half of the bread in her hand and held it out in front of her, timidly saying:

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."