Kuroshitsuji Claude Faustus Novels & Stories

Frederick shouted as he lifted up his sword out of its sheath and struck a lycan thereby dividing his body from his head. “Obduracy, the belief of a fool. Frederick Claw, I expected no less from you.” Cassius said tightening his grip on Rex’s neck. Right before my eyes, all of Rex’ flame went into Cassius and the whole thing that was left of him were his ashes and then Cassius was nowhere to be seen. I could no longer see him. Turns out that the worst had happened. Cassius could absorb the power of creatures like us phoenixes and perhaps everyone and anyone else which includes also taking out their life force.

“Do you have any idea who the other three women are?” I shake my head, “No, I wish I did, but Clotho was pretty vague.” Rafael leans close and pats my hand. As soon as he does, my head begins to feel like it’s being bombarded by waves of electricity. My body seizes, and my vision dims. Lucifer stops in front of me and speaks to me, but I can’t hear him over the pounding in my ears. Everything fades around me, contorting into blobs of color until it comes back into focus. But I’m no longer in Rafael’s house.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

'I'd rather agree to be his assistant than working with this white-haired demon freak! "It would be my pleasure--" Sumire was cut off when Mort step near to her and suddenly spoke. She felt her hair grows from her back at the ominous and dominating aura the man emanated. "Klauss, make her your apprentice," Mort ordered with finality using his commanding tone. Klauss couldn't do anything but obey his command. With the coldness of his Boss' tone and the extremely dark expression on his face, he wouldn't dare to defy him. Sumire, who was about to say yes to Dieu's offer, just kept quiet. Mort looked at her, a penetrating stare that made her again regret drawing his attention.

I had embraced my primal nature, my humanity giving way to the beast within. She squirmed beneath me, her panic mounting as her magic was rendered impotent. Her attempts to resist were futile, her voice silenced by fear. With one swift motion, I leaped onto her, my claws digging into her chest as I ripped her heart out. The life drained from her eyes, leaving behind a pool of dark red blood that spread slowly across the floor. I stood there for a moment, the weight of what I had done settling heavily upon me. The room was tainted by the scent of blood, a stark reminder of the darkness that existed in this world. I sighed and wiped the blood from my face, grimacing at the mess I had become.

As we sat in the front seat of the car, Jack gently held my hand. "Don't think too much, Olivia. You'll forever hold the position of my Luna. I vow it to you," he said, and I remained silent and smiled in response. Somehow, I had managed to fake believing his words. The reality, though, was that I remained with him solely because I had no other place to turn. Numerous matters were taped about at the council meeting. The primary concern that troubled people the most was Alpha Williams Patel of the stormclaw pack, the Lord of all werewolves. He had conquered an entire region and was now moving toward ours. Some said that the Alpha Williams only attacked when provoked, but the majority viewed h

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

He nervously uttered. We look at each other and run like a wind into the direction of the voice only to find two wolves attacking Gahala. "Noooooo!" I shouted when Gahala caught off guard and loss her balance causing her to slam at the ground with her head been slam to the rock near her. I immediately attack the wolves and mercilessly wreck their necks. I've been witness how bad our wolves are. Even of I am one of them, I won't hesitate to kill those bastards who have done nothing but killing innocent fairies and humans.

She looked at the center of the altar, where a massive, double-headed iron crest was embedded into the stone—the same crest carved into the mask of the silver-clothed stranger. A sudden, wet splash echoed from the dark eastern edge of the basin. Klaus Mikaelson hauled his massive frame out of the black current, his iron claws tearing deep gouges into the ancient moonstone steps as he advanced toward the altar. The purple fire along his jaw had settled into a low, pulsing glare, his movements slow and mechanical as the parasite finalized its possession of his core. He raised his left hand, his claws dripping with a dark, volatile ink that sizzled against the holy stone.

He wears a dark cloak only the Eternal Alpha Bloodline gets one like that. My father sits next to him, High Alpha Lestat of Moonfang. He’s a senior leader in the Moonfang Alpha Council. Normally, his voice fills every inch of this chamber. Tonight, he’s silent, picking at a bit of roasted meat from a silver tray. He keeps staring at me the whole time, pale eyes sharp. His giant hands make the food look tiny, but he loves these big family feasts.