Kuro Kabuto Novels & Stories

It was no surprise that Ruby was a bright red, shiny dragon with no black on her as Slate had, which seemed to make her scales even shinier and brighter the closer they flew to the sun. She was also smaller and more nimble. Nya kept her head down, near Ruby’s neck, as the dragon was going at full speed, in a rush to get Nya back to the battlefield, and it seemed evident Ruby had been wanting to fly for a while. Nya wondered how it had been determined who would stay behind before and who would go, but then, it appeared that Ruby was a maid, not warrior. She flew like someone who would be good to have in battle, though, and Nya was glad that she was in such a rush to get where they were going

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

He stopped at a steel door adorned with a symbol of a wolf's head, surrounded by intricate tattoos. He pushed the door open, revealing a large underground chamber filled with rows of computers, surveillance equipment, and heavily armed men. The room was dominated by a massive throne-like chair, where a figure shrouded in shadows sat, waiting. The man turned the chair around, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. As the light caught his face, Josh's eyes widened in awe. It was Victor "The Butcher" LaGraine, the notorious mafia lord. Josh knelt down, his eyes were fixed on Victor's imposing figure, whose body was a canvas of tattoos, depicting scenes of violence and power. His arms were thic

Her voice wavered as she crouched down and snatched the baby bottle from the woman's unsuspecting grip. Her hands trembled, her eyes wide with dread. "W-Where did you get this bottle?" Turning toward me, her gaze was filled with accusation and despair. Tears welled up as her voice cracked. "This… this is the bottle I gave to Nicholas, isn't it?!"

Juno is gawking over him, and even though Kai was there for the birth, this is the first time he is actually seeing the baby. "OH my God Lua! He is so so so cute! He has your light auburn hair, your eyes! That little nose and mouth! That chin! Those cheeks! He's literally perfect. And so active for a two day old! Gosh he's going to be a genius! And a Heartbreaker! Ugh I want my baby to be here even more now!" "I'm in awe of his beauty too. Can't believe we made something so perfect and he's completely healthy even after everything he's been through already."

There were many people and the chances of meeting his arch-nemesis who was also attending the school should be very low. Soubi frowned at the thought of his bitter rival. Sei Kurohebi was a black snake demon and the youngest son of the black snake clan. Ever since they were young, the man had always beaten him in all their games and bullied him to no end. Sei was a sick person who enjoyed making him cry. He always stole Soubi's toys and even made Soubi's playmates like him more, leaving the poor fox lonely throughout his childhood. If it wasn't for the good relationship his father had with the clan head of the black snake demons, Soubi wouldn't even want to have anything to do with the prick

ALARIC'S POV The battlefield had become a blur of motion and chaos. The scent of blood, sweat, and fear clung to the air, mixing with the sharp tang of adrenaline. Warriors fought in wolf form, their bodies flashing in the dim light, their howls and growls reverberating through the chaos. The air was thick with tension, the earth shaking beneath the ferocity of their battle. Alaric’s heart pounded as he moved through the battlefield, each step purposeful and calculated. His silver fur gleamed, an unspoken symbol of his power and dominance as the Eclipse Wolf. His eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the horizon, knowing the final showdown was approaching.

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast

I asked sharply, irritated. The guard hesitated for a moment and swallowed a hard lump down his arid throat. They say the heard that the new breeder is cursed and they are here to talk about it because there's an old prophecy tied to her.” Marcus froze beside me and we exchanged a panicked gaze. A prophecy? My grip tightened around the glass , my knuckles white until the glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor. What have we brought into our pack?