Kuroshitsuji Agni Novels & Stories

Annaliese can smell them but can't see them. Werewolves who do not belong in the pack. Cresent growls at them trying to scare them. "Don't growl at me bitch". This just angers Cresent more as she snaps her teeth at them. All of a sudden, something is thrown on Cresent. It burns, it smells horridly. Silver. "Don't worry, you won't die. It's mostly water, only a small quantity of silver was in it". Annaliese feels Kieran trying to push through the mind link. Cresent howls in pain then whimpers as they succumb to darkness.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

The first thing Alucard did when he was overwhelmed with Bloodlust was to shoot a large fireball at Mane. However, flames of such caliber had no effect on Mane. His flames were much stronger, and his blood easily absorbed the fire energy, using it to refuel what had been lost. Mane absorbed the fire as quickly as it appeared, and that was why Alucard transitioned to using his aura blades. Although his mind had been overrun by animal-like instincts, he knew when to call an ineffective strategy quits. But Alucard didn't expect that Mane would be able to absorb the power of his aura blades and even worse, return that disastrous power to him.

Alfi exclaimed upset. Their swords are hitting each other. Purple Iru and red Iru are bursting out from their swords. Those Iru are glowing brightly. “Arrrgghhhh!” Varz shouted. “Arrrrgghhh!” Arz shouted. “What’s with the shouting? I guess moaning is better.” Alfi said. “Agreed!” Mitsuha approved. Suddenly, Alfi is struck by thunder again. Alfi got burned again that he can emit black smoke from his mouth.

he said, his voice urgent, “get behind me.” ‎ ‎I shook my head, my jaw set. “No,” I said, my voice firm. “I fight with you.” The flutter in my stomach pulsed, my child’s strength fueling mine, and I felt it—my place, my power, my home. ‎ ‎Before he could argue, the ground shook, a crack splitting the earth at the forest’s edge. Shadows poured from it, not wolves but something else—forms of smoke and claw, their eyes red like the dark wolves but wrong, twisted, like the curse’s last gasp. The pack gasped, their weapons raised, but fear flickered in their eyes, even the Ironclaw allies, who’d seen my power break their curse.

The minute Hada starts to chant a slight wind picks up as she lifts her arm’s palms up . My Mother starts to join but i notice my mother is chanting something different , both have their eyes closed . The small gold dagger that sits at Hada’s feet starts to rise as she continues to chant even louder . The dagger makes two cuts, one in each palm , as the blood starts to gather in her palm Hada opens her eyes and tips the blood onto Kurats forehead . The minute the blood hits his face it begins to hiss and bubble as though being dropped onto a piece of hot metal .

Mary asked angrily. “Divine fire magic enables Solis to burn every living thing on the surface of the planet without burning the planet, its herbs, or its animals. It doesn't matter if she uses the sun or a different star; as long as the flames are under her control, only people will burn, and there's nothing you can do about it,” Agnes explained. Blackish-red smoke rose slowly out of her body, and one horn grew out of the left side of her head. Her eyes turned white, and she gritted her teeth in anger as her red aura rose out of her body like non-luminous flames.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

The rogue howls—a scream of pure agony—as the flesh chars black and crumbles to ash, the creature collapsing into a smouldering heap. Another rogue grabs for the dagger, claws closing around her wrist. The same thing happens: the blade’s glow intensifies, burning through its hand like acid. The rogue shrieks, arm reduced to blackened bone in seconds, body crumpling as the silver curse consumes it from the inside out. The rest hesitate, fear flickering in their cursed red eyes. Their snarls falter, coordination fracturing as the dagger’s power becomes an undeniable guardian spirit forged in the blood of the first Alpha, protecting its rightful heir with merciless vengeance.

“How did you get him to breed you? How did you get him to FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU?!!” Aurora gritted her teeth. She used her whole might to stop that dagger from falling. But she was weak after 3 days of starvation and Agnes was a Lycan… That dagger was coming closer and closer to her face! “I thought a Gamma was supposed to be stronger,” Agnes’s face twisted with excitement. “If I knew you are such a puss, I would have done this sooner!” “AHHH!” With a grunt, Aurora shoved Agnes off her.