Kuro Usagi Novels & Stories

*** To becontinued. Don't forget to wait for the next chapter.

I heard a click then he answered. “It’s open.” I entered and search under the backseat. I pulled out what I found under and was surprised to see a Seoul University uniform. And what surprised me more is that it fits me perfectly. So Black Dragon thought about this mission. Not to mention he didn’t forget we’re together in this. I unconsciously smiled at the thought of it. I continued changing when Black Dragon speaks again. “And Topgun, there’s also hair products there. Change your hairstyle. “ “Okay.” I answered. He’s really prepared for this. I thought as I grabbed the hair products and fix my hair.

Morgana sat astride Kuraokami as he landed confidently, phasing straight into human skin and catching her in his arms as he strode forward to greet the others that were preparing to fight alongside them. 'Is it wrong to be turned on by the fact that you carry me everywhere?' The Seductress asked via their mind link, and Kuraokami raised an eyebrow, retorting 'Is it wrong to want to fuck you right here in front of them all so they know you belong to me?' As he nibbled on the inside of her neck, causing a tidal wave of desire to wash through her body despite her efforts to mask it. Takaokami and Kuramitsuha growled possessively, swiftly stalking alongside their brother and laying hands on thei

"No!" At this critical moment, Kuro suddenly appeared from the side. He found a longsword somewhere and immediately shattered the rock Harvey had seemingly kicked over casually. And then, he held the longsword in his hand and stood right before his sister. Not only were Kuro's eyes blood-red, but the veins under his skin also continuously throbbed. One could see that there were a few injection marks on his hands. His aura once again shrouded him, but it seemed to carry a shade of madness this time. He stared at Harvey viciously and spoke, "You forced me… You forced me to do this!"

One of the figures dipped a thin, curved obsidian glass dagger into the basin, causing the surface to ripple. My heart pounded. "If you touch me with that—" "You won't be hurt," the figure said coolly. "Unless you are undeserving." The dagger had a dim glimmer. They applied pressure to my palm, allowing the ice to seep into my skin without causing any cuts. The basin's liquid light pulsed once, twice. suddenly exploded with a dazzling brightness. I gave a gasp. Shards of color broke through the darkness. Before my eyes, brief, disorganized images flashed. Under a red moon, wolves howl. Standing on a stone altar was a woman with eyes just like mine. A crown of light. A sea of flames.

"I don't know. You are different than I am. It took me a while to realize that not every method you learn from the book is gonna work." This is quite hard. Kurai is used to threatening people because he finds them untrustworthy, using violence as an answer but things don't always play out. When it comes to understanding his emotions, he knows nothing. "By the way, you saw Yuto's memory right? What exactly did you see?" Kurai finished his meal which led the shikigami to clear it off. "Not much except for the fact that he's not japanese nor chinese like we initially thought. He's korean." He said.

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

Ellie clutched a sodden map, her knuckles white. “Brazil. Scotland. Japan. Egypt. Rome,” she muttered, scanning Voss’s scribbled notes. “They’re waking up everywhere. All at once.” Dr. Voss tightened the ropes of the sail. Her face was pale but determined. “The Chimera was never singular. It was a herald. And heralds are never alone.” Cerebus stood at the bow, fur plastered by rain, three heads scanning the darkness. Alpha was still. Beta watched the horizon. Gamma growled at the storm.

I watched, paralyzed with rage and horror, as he plunged a knife into her flesh, carving words into her skin. Her screams filled the hall, drowning out every other sound, driving a dagger straight into my heart. I wanted to rip Cole limb from limb. I wanted him to feel every ounce of pain he had caused her. When he finally stepped back, blood dripped down Iris's arms and legs. I forced myself to read the words carved into her: Rogue Luna. Tenebrosi Luna. Cole began shouting something to the Moon Goddess—something about power and control—but I couldn’t hear him.