روايات وقصص ضمن Kuroshitsuji: Book Of Circus

I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere — still tangled in shadows and secrets. “Travis will be here soon,” Mom added. “He said there’s more to learn today.” I forced a smile. “I’m ready.” The library was colder than before, its tall shelves lined with ancient tomes that seemed to watch me with knowing eyes. Travis waited by the window, a silhouette against the pale light. “Today,” he said, “we face the heart of the curse.” I swallowed hard. He pulled the leather-bound journal from his coat again, flipping to a page with a delicate drawing of a cherry blossom tree twisted in chains.

Draco I decide to walk toward the shops to see if there is anything in them that will catch my eye as a gift for Io. Perhaps a heartfelt gift can be something I see that reminds me of her. When I reach the food stands my stomach growls. I realize that once again with my thoughts of Io occupying my mind I have forgotten to eat. I decide to purchase a pastry to appease my hunger. As I chew the sweet treat I think about how much Io enjoyed the food on Hanami. That is when the idea hits me. However, in order for it to work there are a few people I must convince to help tomorrow. As I begin making my rounds I see Homura talking to the man that sells fish and decide that he would be a great person

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr

I ignored the gasps of horror that resonated round the room as I tried to get out of bed. "What the fuck happened?" Kiara questioned "Your aunt Persie said hi" was all I said before I passed out again and thankfully this time, I was left alone. Finally!!! Unknown P.O.V Two figures stood in the shadows having a stare down. One in amazement and the other in boredom. One mortal, one immortal. One in plain sight and the other clocked in a dark robe, concealing their identity. The summoner and the summoned and a deal is about to be struck.

"The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—" "Baby, stop." Kabir grasped my shoulders and made me stand up. "Our book time happens when you finish the book." Biting my lower lip, I nodded. "And your book. Don't get angry." I narrowed my eyes, shrugged his hands off and crossed my arms over my chest. "Where is my book, Kabir Oberoi?" He shifted uncomfortably on his toes, opened his mouth and closed it again. "I will buy new books." "Kabir, what happened to my book?" I gritted out. "It was a hardcover. Where

Emma later went upstairs to her brother's room. James' room was filled with things that he had insisted on carrying from Mina's place. He adores his things and wishes to take them with him wherever he goes. Emma faked a gasp seeing the room. On the bed, the blankets were covered by plushies and coloring books while color packs were laid on the nightstand unevenly. Mina had spoiled him a lot. Emma began to organize her brother's belongings. She placed the plushies on the bed, and neatly stacked the coloring books and packs on the nightstand. When she finished, she stood back and felt a warm wave of nostalgia wash over her.

I smiled at him and he disappeared on the spot the same way he appeared. I looked at the book and sat down on the carpeted floor. I was ready to learn and I looked at the drawing on the cover page. It wasn't a drawing per se but more of an engraving. It seemed to be calling to me and I touched it. It was a circle with drawings inside it and there was a spiral shape that has three points that emanated from the middle and I touched it and without knowing where a needle or sharp object came from since I hadn't seen any on the book, I felt my finger get pricked and before I could take it back, blood had already trickled on the book and I heard a clicking sound and there was light all around the

For me. “There you are,” I breathed, stepping closer. The book pulsed under my touch like a living heart. My pulse aligned with it. My vision sharpened, then tunneled, and locked onto the pages like fate. The grimoire flipped open on its own to a page inked with a sigil of tearing shadows and spirals of glyphs that felt older than the pack, older than wolves, older than gods. A curse. One meant to unravel a Luna. To hollow her out. To break her spirit. To destroy her bond. To steal her crown.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.