Kuroshitsuji Claude Faustus Novels & Stories

I won’t kill you that fast. Claude mocked in the most sarcastic ways. His sarcasm hid a deep trauma. And that trauma is now the fuel of his revenge. After long torture, Claude knew he took all the information he could get from the uncle of Flora. So he burned him alive and watched him die remembering every single time he was hit, tortured, and molested by that criminal. Cassius wasn’t able to take that. He waited outside. Then Claude came out looking cold and solemn, like a monster. He said to Cassius as they got out: - They are having a dungeon nearby.

blood rushes out of the opening as he felt dizzy from pain "Now.... sign the documents, or the next time it would be your eyes." One of the men untied him and handed him a pen and the document. He clutched the pen looking at the document. "You're wasting my precious time Clive". I say as I turned on the drill. He whimpers like a drowned rat and signs the document. I smiled in satisfaction "Good boy" I say and ruffled his hair. "Now.... open your mouth and say thanks. He opens his mouth and before he blinks I stick the tip of the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. His screams silenced by the gun. He fell face flat on the floor

No one could blame him after he witnessed how Claudia was slaughtered before his eyes. “GET BACK TO YOUR SENSES!” Cisto yelled while shaking the grieving doctor. “You may think that Claudia is dead but haven’t you noticed? Nothing turned into ashes in the spot where she was attacked, there was only blood. She must be alive somewhere, don’t forget that she’s a Lachouves.”

Claude: "A beta? You are not a stranger in this land; it could be a servant that adores Beaumont's fame. Nonetheless, it is a security matter; I will look into it immediately." "I doubt that this is a mere servant Master Claude. This intruder comes and goes as if he had the blueprint of your Castle at his fingertips." Luca was unconvinced. "There is another matter I also believe needs attention." Luca lifted his head. "I saw something unusual in the river that day. The ghouls were afraid of it." Claude's eyes widened and narrowed almost suspiciously when he said, "What do you mean?" "The creature was not like the rest. It appeared as a person with bright scarlet eyes and had an alarming cry

I look up in shock, heart racing as Rachel and James barge in and yank Clara away. “You shouldn’t be tangled up with the dead, Damien,” Rachel says with a cold expression as James pins Clara’s wrists together and holds her down. “I’m sure there’s a better match for you out there somewhere,” James adds. “No,” I cry out. “No, please–” But all three of them are gone in the blink of an eye, replaced by Elder Claude’s wolfsbane-webbed form. I blink in confusion. What is this? What’s going on? Before I can ask anything, Elder Claude narrows his eyes at me, shaking his head in disappointment.

I spit, legs kicking, but they’re too strong, dragging me through air so cold and heavy it feels like I’m drowning. We hit ground hard, my knees hitting scorched stone, pain shooting up my legs like a shock. The fortress is black, all jagged and burned, like a hole nobody’s touched in years—the Hollowlands. Chains clank loud, and they shove me against a stone altar, its runes burning red, pulsing like a bad heartbeat. The curse rips through me, making me gasp, the bond dimming, Jude’s heartbeat fading like a whisper. A tall guy steps out—crimson eyes, wicked smirk, looking too much like Jude but meaner, colder. Calix. His cloak drags on the floor, teeth flashing, his vibe heavy, like a storm

Gami cast a spell across the room, then sat down on her bed. "I will let you go now," he said. "Huh? What do you mean?" Claire said with wide eyes. Claire was surprised when Gami removed her hood. That was the first time he could see the full face of the soul reaper. He had a small beautiful face. Cold-dark eyes accentuated with long eyelashes. Pointed cute nose. Pale smooth skin and of course, its narrow and red lips. All in all, Gami is very handsome. His face is gentle but not the eyes. Good and evil argue in his aura. And Claire couldn't understand why after a long time they were together, Gami showed his face only now.

The thought was like a poison, spreading through my veins and consuming me. With a scream of rage, I unleashed a deadly force. My magic burst forth, a blast of energy that seemed to shake the very foundations of the hall. It was a desperate move, a last-ditch attempt to take out Ava and regain control of Cane. The crowd gasped, shocked by my sudden attack. Cane's eyes snapped towards me, his face twisted in a snarl. He raised a hand, and a shield of magic burst forth, protecting Ava from my attack.

His gaze was full of something deep and tangled—maybe guilt, maybe sorrow. "Audrey, don't cry. Please. It's my fault. If you're angry, hit me. Just don't let it hurt your health, okay?" I looked at him, tears falling one after another. This was the man I had loved for so long. But now, all I saw was a stranger—a version of him I couldn't recognize. Not far away, Grace stood stiffly, her face cold, her gaze fixed on me with burning hostility. But I was so wrapped in my own grief, I didn't even notice.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.