Romans & histoires Kuroshitsuji Books

No one has been here in years. I walk to the nearest shelf and pull out a book. Shadowfang Pack Records: Year 47 to Year 89. Too old. I put it back. The Lineage of Eastern Wolf Packs. Not helpful. Bloodlines and Curses: A History. I freeze. Curses. I pull the book off the shelf. It is heavy. The leather cover is cracked. The pages are yellow and brittle. I carry it to the table and open it. The first page shows a drawing. A symbol. A crescent moon wrapped around a broken crown.

Book 1 is completed! Thank you for everyone who still reads this novel! And I'm glad I could finish this book! Looking forward for another story to make and current stories to finish too! Book 1 = Trix System Unlocked: Butterfly Effect [Completed] Book2 = Trix System Unlocked: Love At Worlds [soon] Book 3 = Trix System Unlocked: System War [soon] Book 4 = Trix System Unlocked: Final Wish [soon]

Just silence and day and night. I let out a frustrated sigh, dragging my gaze back to the ancient, leather-bound book sprawled open on the table. The BLOOD CURSE. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded in some places, but it was the only thing that made sense right now. Everything in this damned place was chaos, but the curse? The curse was real. And it was the first time I’d come across something that actually related to what had been happening to me. To why I was still here. The more I read, the more I am made to believe I killed Kael.

She still held her sword, but now was dressed in robes. She looked about the room and saw hundreds of vampires, lined up neatly, dressed in white robes, with glowing blue eyes. They stood patiently along the wall, silent, at perfect attention. Caitlin dropped her sword in the empty chamber, and it landed with a clink. She walked slowly towards the head priest, reached out, and took from him a huge silver goblet, filled with white blood. She drank, and the liquid overflowed and poured down her cheeks. Suddenly, Caitlin found herself alone in the desert. She was walking barefoot on the baked dirt, the sun beating down her, and she held a gigantic key in her hand. But the key was so big—unnatur

“Excuse me, sir? Will you be checking any of these books out?” He tilted his head at her in confusion. He had reserved no books. The robrarian expected his question and spoke once more. “Your friend with the tail thought you would need these.” She showed him the different titles. The Lust Chronicles, I Am What I Am Accept It, My Lycanthrope Lover, How Not To Be An Asshole, and more. He nodded his head in understanding. She was a cheeky person when she wanted to be. He liked that.

As soon as they turned the corner, she said, “You didn’t answer my question. How much do you got—” It was a question she would never finish. Before she could finish speaking, Kyle had already sunk his teeth deep into her neck. She tried to scream, but he clamped her mouth shut with his free hand, and pulled her closer, drinking and drinking. He felt the human blood rush through his veins, and felt exhilarated. He had been parched, dehydrated. The time travel had exhausted him, and this was exactly what he’d needed to restore his spirits. As he felt her body go limp, he sucked more and more, drinking more than he could possibly need. Finally, feeling completely sated, he let her limp body dro

the girl looks in his direction, she has a short hair, rounded face, and a cheeky smile. “I was wondering if you have seen other copies of that book? I’d like to read and purchase myself,” he responds. “Of course, there’s another one but it’s a hardbound book just behind you. Do you know about this series too?” the girl starts a conversation. “No, but I want to, thanks,” he turns around and there were four bundled hardbound books behind him, each representing a color: orange, blue, red, and yellow. The girl returns back to her book and continues reading. Lucas grabs the set and carries it nonchalantly as he walks toward the back part of the boutique. This was enough time for his curse to tak

Stephanie cooed at Jeremiah and her only responds was Jeremiah wrapping his arms around her and fixing his nose in between her neck and shoulder “Ehh…just a small joke Jer and you’re all ruffled up…” I teased causing the rest of the boys to burst into fits of laughter “Fuck off y’all” Jeremiah grumbled from his spot in Stephanie’s neck “Okay okay enough. Tell me more” James pressed on “Oh… oh then I saw Alpha Chaos and Beta Kiara’s wolf… damn talk about scary. And before you ask, we are not supposed to talk about their wolves” Stephanie replied “Beta Kiara? You’ve got to be shitting me” I cussed out

Caitlin sat in her large room in Dunvegan in Castle at a writing desk, looking out the window at the sunset sky. She examined the torn page McCleod had given her, holding it up to the light. She slowly ran her fingertips along the embossed, Latin letters. They looked and felt ancient. The entire page was so beautifully and intricately designed, and she marveled at the intricate colors along the paper’s edges. Back then, she realized, books were made to be works of art in and of themselves.

I exclaimed surprised at seeing books in bars for the first time. "Some books are in bars because they are dangerous," he said. "But some books are not imprisoned, most of them are..." I paused when my eyes skimmed through the shiny title of my favourite book series 'Throne of Glass', "Well, at least my favourite assassin is not behind the bars." Then I realised that we were on a school tour and not a book tour. I turned towards him and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry let's go, I got a little carried away with books."