Kuroshitsuji Books Novels & Stories

No wonder some people get addicted to it. The memory of what happened last night makes me shudder, and I try not to think of those men's threats. Now I just want to enjoy being alone for the first time in a while, so I go down to the library and search for something to read. There's an entire shelf dedicated to novels about vampires, which is amusing to find inside a vampire's library, so I pick one called Carmilla and settle down in an armchair. I'm ten pages into it when the door opens abruptly.

While the other part, the one he burned and broke, she’s running for the hills and freaking out in case he tries to weave a spell over her once again. ‘Why should I listen to anything you say?’ I cry at him as I yank my wrist free from his hold, finding inner strength and resolve to keep going and hurl myself inside the open lift in front of me. Alexi moves fast too, grabbing the two doors so they won’t start to close, and looks me right in the eye. Those haunting grey eyes so devoid of colour or warmth as they penetrate me with complete intensity and hold me rooted to the spot. His face consumed with the pain I am feeling all over, mirroring my agony. ‘Because I’m in love with you … and I w

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

She looked up at Kael, tears shimmering in her eyes, disbelief giving way to a twisted delight and barely restrained excitement. She glanced at Kael’s resolute expression, then at me. The fear deep in her bones was slowly replaced by warped triumph. She took a deep breath, loosened herself slightly from Kael’s hold, and slowly raised her hand toward me. Countless vampire gazes fell upon my back. Just before her fingertips could reach my cheek. I seized her wrist and held it in midair. Her palm hovered inches from my face, unable to move any closer. The cold from my fingers seeped into her skin.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

Scarlet needs her mother. The words floated before Caitlin for a moment before burning up and dropping to the open pages of the book like ash. She looked on, frowning, needing more. Vampire blood holds the key. Heed my warning. Prepare for war. I beg you. Ready yourself. Every move you make from this moment on will determine your future. Again, the words aligned for a moment before setting fire, burning up, and dropping to the blank page of the book spread before Caitlin. She desperately tried to decipher their meaning, as more words began to formulate before her.

*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.

Iori asked feeling pity for the woman, "Your actions are going to cost you a lot more than a book, Kurosaki-san..." "What are you talking about? Look, I know that you are a very private person and that readers love that kind of mysterious air around you. But, we have a much more important problem than your shyness. If we're going to save your book, you need to grow up and stop hiding behind the pages of your books," Iori raised an eyebrow at the woman who had just practically thrown insults at her in the form of a belated advice and looked like she was smug about it.