Kuroshitsuji Agni Novels & Stories

Blinding, searing silver light explodes from her body. Lucien stumbles back, his eyes widening in genuine shock. Kaida screams. The ruins tremble beneath her. The air crackles with power. Her body burns, her bones feeling like they’re shattering and reforming all at once. The pain is unbearable—yet she doesn’t break. She rises. Lucien watches, frozen, as the silver aura around her intensifies, the glow pulsing with raw, unchecked power. Kaida exhales, steam rising from her skin.

A silver dagger with a deep ruby red gem inlaid into the handle, a wooden stake that was carved with runes, and a large piece of yellow sulfur. "Brimstone," Niniane commented as Layla overturned the mineral in her hand. "How do I use this?" Layla asked curiously. "Sharpening the blade against the stone will cause major damage to any vampire struck by it," she said. Layla pulled one last thing out of the bag; a collection of dried red berries on a sprig. "That's Hawthorne berry. Brew it into a tea," Niniane said. "And what? Invite them to teatime at brunch?" Layla asked sarcastically.

Blood coats my knuckles, the sight of it almost as sobering as the feel of his bones breaking beneath my fists. And then, in one final act, driven by the deep-seated anger, I reach into Cezar’s chest, my claws sinking deep, and with a ruthless tug, I pull out his heart. The blood rushes to my head as I watch the life leaving his eyes, but I still feel hungry for vengeance. I listen as Orion swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. “Nero... what did you see?”

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl. "Sage, stop! Please, what is happening to you?" I begged, struggling against his grip. But he was beyond reason, his wolf instincts taking over. His claws dug deeper into my wrist, and I screamed in agony. "Sage, please! You're hurting me!" I cried, tears streaming down my face as my vision began to blur. But he just growled, his eyes wild and unrecognisable. His wolf eyes burned with pure intensity, one that sent shivers running down my spine.

In the dim arena, it was like Temujin was painting the air around him with long, glowing filaments. In this sense, Kurasigamajutsu was similar to a fire whip performance. The red Slayers also called it Agni no Mai (Dance of the Fire God). Although Temujin deigned to show it at the feast, not only Undines and Storks were capable of graceful motion. All the shurikens melted before they could do any harm. Temujin rapidly made the hand seal of Tō to establish oneness with his ki.

As the flames of the torch danced ominously, casting an eerie glow upon the arena, she whispered a silent vow to protect me, to stand against the champion’s treacherous use of magic. Agnes, with her unwavering determination to protect me, called upon the ancient powers that resided within her. Her voice resonated with ancient wisdom as she invoked the words of a long-forgotten spell, “Ignis Umbrae Protego!” The air crackled with energy as a shield of shadowy flames enveloped me, forming a barrier against the searing heat of the torch. Though my body was cloaked in fire, it did not burn. I stood, unscathed, amidst the flames, a testament to Agnes’ unwavering devotion and her mastery of the ar

Roman announced smoothly, “and found this.” My stomach dropped. The elder nearest to the pouch opened it carefully. Inside were folded parchments marked with council seals—and a small dagger stained faintly with blood. The elder looked up, frowning. “These… these are orders. Plans against the council itself. And this weapon…” He glanced at me. “It was hidden in your quarters, Alpha Aarhea.” A stunned silence filled the room. My breath caught, and my pulse hammered in my ears. “That’s impossible,” I said sharply. “Those weren’t mine. I’ve never seen those before.”

She didn't just give him her strength; she gave him Silas’s "Ghost-Fire." Kaelen’s fur didn't just stand on end it began to glow with a pale, silver light. He let out a roar that sounded like a choir of wolves, and a shockwave of silver energy exploded from his body. The Executioner’s staff shattered. The white fire was swallowed by the silver light, and the masked man was thrown back with such force that he went flying over the edge of the cliff. He didn't even have time to scream before the shadows of the gorge swallowed him.

He immediately pressed his lips on hers in a fierce kiss. Cruella's body shuddered as her tongue tasted his blood. She instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Her fangs grazed his lips, and Sebastian hissed but it wasn't pain that drove him— it was desire. He wanted to satiate her thirst, to be the one she needed. Cruella bit down harder and Sebastian felt his lip tear, but he didn't pull away, instead, he kissed her deeper. Everyone close by stared at them dumbfounded at their aggressive make out section, except those who actually understood what was going on.