Kuro No Senki Novels & Stories

he asked, with concern etched on his innocence face. Arachne's eyes never left Lyrien's on the floor. "He's a Moonwhisperer," she explained. "They calm the room, separating darkness and light. But they're also incredibly sensitive to darkness." Erith's gaze turned to Aria. "And Aria's a Shadowbringer, made of darkness." Arachne nodded. "The silver in the bullet that hit Lyrien reacted with his Moonwhisperer blood, causing this...aberration."

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Her memories flash before me: fragments of her life, her fears, and deeper, darker corners she’s never shared. But as I dig further, something shocks me to my core. There’s a presence in her mind, something ancient and malevolent, not her wolf, but something else. Her beast stirs as I probe, and the realization hits me like a punch to the gut—Morana’s wolf has been cursed with a Meraloth. The Meraloth senses my presence, and with a violent surge, it ejects me from Morana’s mind. The backlash is physical, throwing me backward as her body jerks forward from the force.

That does not sound convincing at all. The brown wolf turns its head away from my gaze. He used his long snout to signal for another wolf. They locked gaze, seemingly understanding each other. I observe them. The brown hound gnar at one wolf, ears flat against his skull. Their scent told me they were five of them. They say shifters could mind-link. A form of unspoken communication using only their thoughts. But the process, I know not of. I was amazed for a moment when I snarl snapped me out of my reverie.

The darkness was now absolute, illuminated only by the faint, orange glow of the distant main street and the brilliant, white-gold fire of Ren Tanaka’s eyes. The rogue Kurogane lieutenant was a blur of steel and motion. He didn't shift into his wolf form; he fought with his short, curved sword, his movements a traditional katas that had been modified for supernatural warfare. He stepped into the path of the second shadow, his steel blade slicing through the dark air in a vertical cross-strike that was coated in a faint, gold aura of his own Alpha essence.

“What is that?” “Just a quartz stone,” he mumbled absently. She shook her head and pointed to the vial he was filling. “No. That.” “It’s magic,” I told them when Isaac didn’t respond. I felt renewed and rejuvenated, so I clambered off the bed and pulled on my clothes. “I’m… cursed or something. Usually it stays pretty quiet, but this place is making it… angry.” Anaka’s eyes lit up. “That’s so cool! It’s so rare to meet shifters that are also hedges -”

Akio is really Yūri, and she’s the daughter of a Yakuza boss. My mind hadn’t considered that Kitsune was connected to Yūri. I didn't want to believe that possibility. Even though it would make sense that Kitsune is connected to a Yakuza, there’s only one in the state. The next day I was back at work banging my head into the metaphoric brick wall as I was getting nowhere closer to catching Kitsune.

"If you're truly cursed, we need to understand the mechanics." "The mechanics?" "Does it work on everyone or just potential mates? Does it require skin contact or just proximity? How long does it take to kill?" "You're talking about murdering pack members!" "I'm talking about controlled experiments," Soren said calmly. "We start with small animals. Work our way up." "NO!" "Unless you have a better explanation for what just happened to Tony." I looked down at my hands. At the bandage covering my cut. At the hands that had just touched a man who immediately died.

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

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.