Kuroinu Novels & Stories

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.

Two fingers together under her nose and her eyes just looking past Kenji. “No we didn’t” Sachi replied reluctantly. Kenji smirked. “There was no need to do that. The guy is Takashi Fujiwara and he has no relationship with any other gang and the girl is…… “Then where has he been all this while?” Kenji asked. “That is a good question Sachi” Megumi said looking up at her. “And the girl? What’s her name?” “Geiru” Sachi replied. “Yeah. Did you run a background check on her?” Megumi asked.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

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.

She wore a white and gold trench coat with a gray cotton shirt and white pants and open toed sandals. A smell similar to a combination of cedar and lavender wafted in Kronos’s nose. This woman must be of the Ryoharu Kitsune Tribe. The Kitsune were known assassins, sneaky, intelligent, and masters at deception. Kronos looked at the other female who looked to be a few winters older than Kronos. She had a narrow face with a cleft chin. She had long silver hair that was braided. She was tall, standing at least six foot nine, and burly for a woman. She wore a scowl that Kronos suspected was usual for her.

The mean girl who bullied Hikari came out and saw Kuroko. “Hey Kuroko, what are you doing here? Are you here to ask me to be your lyricist?” She asked. Kuroko knew this girl well. Her name was Takami Rin. She was an aspiring lyricist but she was mean and would often bring people down so she can be on top. One of the traits that Kuroko hated the most. Rin tried to latch on to Kuroko’s arm but he wasn’t interested. He pushed her hand away and he followed after Hikari.

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

He said the things in the earth here weren't waiting in a box; they were already walking among the people. Marcus checked his handheld terminal, his fingers dodging the raindrops on the screen. He told Laila that the Asian Alpha Council wasn't a political group or a corporate cartel like the ones they had broken in Europe. He explained that it was an ancient, feudal syndicate known as the Kurogane, an alliance of eight traditional wolf families who had controlled the shadow economy of Japan since the Edo period. They didn't use the New Breed serum to build an army because they had spent four hundred years breeding a specialized caste of warriors known as the Shadow Weavers wolves whose essen

Daniel chimed. Another elder leaned forward. “We are not trying to disrespect you, Alphas but the pack has rules and tradition which states that the Luna of the pack must be strong and healthy” he said firmly. He pointed slightly in my direction. “This woman is unfit to be Luna because she is from a totally the friend clan pack and she is an Omega. She has no wolf and carries a cursed bloodline.” I nearly suffocated. “These are the reasons we put into consideration and for that…” the elder finished coldly, “she is completely unfit to be the Luna of this pack.”

Sure that she wasn’t crying anymore, she turned to gaze at me like she was admiring something. “The Alpha, the only one who acquired the flame sword Aura without a teacher to teach him or an elemental wolf link connection.” I went silent, stunned by what had crawled into my ears. Ryu didn’t learn flame sword aura from a master, nor was he an elemental wolf. That had to be one of the craziest things I’ve heard. “The Alpha is the strongest amongst us and is also the only one who could ever chase off the Moon Hound Pack who kept to our tail. Their Alpha is such a jackass.”