Kuroshitsuji Agni Novels & Stories

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.

Meanwhile, Dark Repulser was a sword made of rare material, Crystallite Ingot, created by Lisbeth. These two swords have always been the saviors of Kirito and his friends on their way to the top floor and free from this game. For example, when he defeated The Gleam Eyes on the 74th floor with the Aincrad Liberation Force. Elucidator and Dark Repulsor are also Kirito's final weapons to reveal the true identity of Heathcliff aka Kayaba Akihiko, in this deadly game. 5. Samehada (Naruto)

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

She didn't even have time to turn her head. With the dagger plunged into her chest, her body staggered backward. Her breath was cut off. As warm blood trickled from her mouth and the corners of her lips, her eyes locked onto the eyes before her. "Caleb, you cursed blood..." Agness growled, her voice choked with blood. Caleb only smiled. A cold, demonic smile full of triumph. Agness's gaze slowly shifted to the dagger. She recognized it. This dagger was the soul dagger of the Sacred Rose lineage.

he finished as he rose. The room, surrounded by his fifteen elite, he froze midway through his rise, transfixed by the sight of the assassin before him. Everything that happened next happened at once, and yet he watched it as if it were intended for him to see. In the man’s grip came a burst of flame, and from the space around his hand a blackness spilled from somewhere within the light like a pool of blood from an unattended injury, smoke rising as it came to life, drawn from a place Maekil could only surmise to be an abomination. And when it was over, like the tale of the Shadow Child, in his grip rested two short swords like the falchions of great archers who bore the battlefront in the a

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Fighting to surface. MATE. The word becomes everything. MINE. PROTECT. Not from her. Protect HER. The bond—broken, gone, dead— Suddenly ISN'T. It slams back into place. Not gentle. Not slow. Like two magnets forced apart finally snapping together. Stronger than before. Unbreakable. Silver light. Crimson power. Meeting. Merging. The world explodes. Light everywhere. Blinding. Pure. The curse burns. Screaming. Dying. And I'm—

As soon as Crimson blade finished her mission and jump-off out of the window. Aoi Akuma, who was standing on the branch of the tree, swiftly threw a dagger with attached folded paper on its holder. It penetrated precisely on bed’s wood frame just above Cederick, it almost got his head. Aoi Akuma terrifyingly smiles towards him before he jumps off following Crimson Blade.

"Now shut up and let me work." Chloe could only watch as Ursula took Chloe's hands in her own and closed her eyes before beginning to mutter words that the blonde didn't recognise. She didn't have time to question it though, because no sooner had Ursula began to chant in her strange language, a light blue glow began to pulse from their joined hands. It grew and grew with each chant, flowing up Chloe's arms like a cleansing breeze. It felt oddly nice and calming but strange at the same time. Part of her wanted to run away from the strange light but another part wanted to stay, fascinated by what she was seeing. Witnessing such a remarkable thing distracted her from the perpetual anxiety withi