Kuro No Senki Novels & Stories

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

He took his bicycle and paddle fast to school. Arriving at school there were lots of students already running in to go to their various classes, Kazuma pushed the main gate to the hallway, walking very fast. There were lots of eyes starting and even whispers but he doesn't care anymore, he walked over to the locker room to pick up some of his stuff for class, just about to open his locker when a hard fist came pressing on it, he looked to the side to see who it was. It was a tall fair-skinned boy with nice curly black hair nicely arranged to the side and a pair of hazel eyes, also wearing a pair of black straight-legged pants. he looks so sexy and tall that made Kazuma hissed and look up. "R

Kenji narrows his eyes in my direction, sensing my argument on my tongue. “You have expended a lot of power in the last few days and you need to rest.” His caveman act was doing something for my already awakened libido, arousal floods my system, wetting my panties. I watch as Kenji’s nostrils flare, his eyes bleeding to black, a strain to his voice when he next speaks. “You’re killing me Okami.” An innocent smile spreads across my face at his words. Levi lets out another sexy chuckle, drawing my attention back to his dangerous features. My hightened sex drive wins out and I end up giving in to going home and ‘resting’ before heading back to the Ruins.

Again, a look of satisfaction spread across Kenji’s face. Though it had been Ryu’s idea to bring Murakami to the house, seeing Kenji’s bloodthirsty demeanor made Ryu feel evil. With his kimono still untied and fluttering at his side—revealing his muscular body—Kenji looked like a large predator bird, ready to tear Murakami to pieces. Murakami let out a squeak like a mouse when he saw Kenji entering with his katana. He scrambled to his feet while sitting on the wooden floor of the Kuryugumi dojo, trying to flee because his legs were still free.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male