Kuroshitsuji: Book Of Circus Novels & Stories

"What kind of a sick joke is this?!" Kim's fist slammed against the table, the sound reverberating through the dusky room Her patience had already worn thin, but now, it was crumbling entirely. Her gaze snapped to the man seated beside her, who was flipping lazily through the grimoire—the supposedly cursed artifact that had cost them so much to obtain. The same one Tomoya had handed over through Jess. "We've spent days trying to decipher whatever secrets this book holds," Kim seethed, voice sharp enough to cut through the tension, "and you're telling me that none of this makes sense?!"

All magic had a signature, even dark magic. As I continued to scan the room, moving through it carefully, I found a single book resting upon an old stone pedestal. The leather was thicker than the others, held together with ebony stitching that looked as dark as the shadows slithering about. Scratched onto the front were the words, “Liber Sanguinis.” Book of Blood... My gut told me this was the book I was looking for. The one that held the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude. It was coated in a thick layer of that tar-like substance.

I picked at a golden slice of fish, savoring the rich, tangy taste before looking over at the book still sitting beside Kira’s seat. "What are you reading?" "Something on mystical creatures forged with witchcraft," she said between bites. "I’m hoping it might help us identify the giant serpent, but so far, there’s no mention of it." I chewed slowly, my gaze falling to the intricate cover of the book. "Nothing about a snake that kills everything in its path?" "Not yet. Just banshees, shadow beasts, some hybrid ghouls, and this weird chapter about moon-cursed wolves." I raised an eyebrow. "Sounds delightful."

“It senses him.” Before anyone could speak, the book shuddered. Then flipped itself open again—pages flying violently, as if hands far stronger than theirs had seized it. Shadows bled from the text, curling like smoke, spilling off the table and crawling along the ground. Elias instinctively took a step back. “Kairis,” Lucian barked. “What the hell is that?” She didn’t answer right away. Her pupils were dilated, black eating at the whites of her eyes as she stared into the center of the book.

I suggest, giving my shoulder a slight shrug. Kenji picks up a book and passes it over to Levi to place beside his book on the other table. Levi looks down at it and grimaces before setting it next to the ghost book. My brows rise in curiosity as I walk over to see the book. Forbidden Sex Magic stares back at me in bright red letter, the picture of a naked woman being rammed into by a centaur graces the cover. “Well that is disturbing.” I tell them, placing the book back down and putting the ghost book on top of it to hide the cover. Levi and Kenji let out loud spurts of laughter behind me as they watch my discomfort over the book.

"For a Nightingale and Blackwood working together." He hesitates, then nods, releasing my arm. Together, we reach for the box. The moment our hands touch the wood, a surge of energy races up my arm—not painful, but intensely warm. The carved branches on the box's surface begin to glow with soft blue light, illuminating our faces in the dimness. "Recognition spell," Cain murmurs. "It knows who we are." The lid of the box swings open on its own, revealing its contents: a small leather-bound book and what appears to be a smooth crystal sphere about the size of a golf ball.

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.

he cut him off and Jace paused for a few seconds before answering. “Our library. My grandfather kept books of ancient stories about every supernatural being so I just grabbed a random one about the witches and gave it to her.” Jace replied. “There is nothing on the cover. I need to know who wrote this book or what the hell it is about. It's not in English, nor is it in a language a person can understand.” Lucino said. “Yes. Only Aurora or a witch can understand it. Is something wrong with her?” Jace asked. “I think I made a mistake by letting her know things about herself and it all started with this book,” Lucino answered.

My senses are highly aware of the power this room holds within it. “When Ashe led me down here, it was then she informed me Senko was very much alive. That he had created a means by using his blood magic to manufacture a new race.” Althea walks down one of the many rows of shelves, stopping not even halfway, peering at the contents of the shelf before plucking a large, leatherbound, and worn-looking book and turning back to us. “This,” she says,” Is what I thought you were, what he had made.”

With that, he left me at the table with the book in my hand. I eagerly flipped open the pages and came across the introduction penned by the author. It read, "In this book, we have compiled all the authenticated information about Cerberus the Reaper and his Minions." As I delved further into the pages, I stumbled upon a passage that increased my interest - it detailed a ritual involving the creation of a salt circle, triggering a flashback of a night from my past. Intrigued, I decided to start from the beginning, where a warning greeted me: "If you are faint-hearted, do not proceed. This is not your typical fantasy."