Kuroshitsuji Agni Novels & Stories

Azinmata put her hands around his heart to do some incantation and as she was doing it, the bleeding stopped and the wounds were healing slowly. "In your eyes lies fire and you were born with the most fearsome kind of fire, let this fire illuminate your body, soul, and spirit!" Gaitan heydous said with his hands pointing straight to Desmond's eyes. And when all this was happening, Desmond was filled with rage and anger inside of him as he could see some past memory of his childhood and flashes of battles that he couldn't figure out. As he was struggling and hallucinating, Lord Lozano tapped Desmond and asked him, "who are you?"

I woke up in the daylight surrounded by beta werewolves and snarled as threateningly as I could, grabbing one of them by the leg and sinking my fangs into his calf. The others leaped back, grabbing the one I'd injured and pulling him to a safe distance as he screeched in pain. I forced myself to stand up.

I said in a quavering voice. “I wanted you to suffer the same pain I did, Amor. My curse is powerful enough to end her highness the moment you lose control of your love. How does it feel, Amor? How does it feel to madly love a person, but always be wary of falling in love with them? How does it feel to know that your love can kill them any second?” He gritted his teeth. I shut my eyes, embracing Zeve tighter in my arms. Hikari belonged to the Kazumi bloodline, a bloodline with the blessings of the dragons. The Kazumis had many unique abilities that other werewolves didn’t, but the one that stood out was their curses.

Blood sprayed like rain from the werewolf's neck, causing Kayler to shiver, shouting: "Fuck you! It's a silver knife." "Kill it for me." He was extremely bitter and mad. He directly ordered the remaining werewolves to attack Azura. Because they were so strong, Azura didn't have the strength to resist. She was breathing heavily; The sharp claws of the ferocious werewolves pierced Azura's body, leaving her with quite serious injuries. Due to excessive blood loss, Azura's vision began to fade.

I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be. Their guards scrambled, trying to stop me. I narrowed my eyes before bringing my Kitsune mask to my face. Fear clouded their features at the sight of my mask. They knew what it meant. This wasn’t me, Hatake Yūri, heir of the clan, coming after their boss and second. No, this was Kitsune, a blood-thirsty fox spirit. “Stand down or perish.” I warned, unsheathing my blade ready.

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

I wrapped my arms around myself, bracing for whatever came next. "The old pact." He said it plainly, like a fact rather than a mystery. "Centuries ago, before the Cross pack or any of the current bloodlines existed, the first wolves made a pact with the Moon Goddess herself. In exchange for her protection, certain bloodlines agreed to serve as Guardians — keepers of balance, capable of binding or unbinding fated bonds when the natural order was threatened. Our family is one of those bloodlines, Dara. It's why you're immune to Damien's curse. It's why your presence eases his suffering instead of simply masking it."

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—

I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm. When she saw the bellflower mark, perfectly reversed from hers, her expression froze. The next second, all the strength drained out of her, and she collapsed. Her whole body turned red, as if she was burning from the inside out. Her face broke out in dense, blotchy rashes. She gasped for air, clawing at her own throat. Desperate to breathe, she actually started tearing it open. And she did. Blood splashed all over Francis. He touched his face, feeling the hot, metallic wetness, his mind going completely blank.