Kuroshitsuji Claude Novels & Stories

Chase asked slowly. Claude was silent for a long time before heaving a long sigh. "You killed my brother. I have to kill you!" "I understand." Chase nodded and moved in a flash to appear right in front of Claude. He dealt a palm attack, and true energy burst out. Claude was not prepared for the attack and suffered a hit on the chest. He flew backward. Claude coughed up blood and looked at Chase in shock. He could not help screaming, "When did you achieve a breakthrough?"

Claude sighed, “His name is Vladimir, by the way. I don’t know what he wants with me.” “Really though? You don’t know anything at all?” “Well a witch once told me that I’m gifted…” “You think you have powers of some kind?” “I’m not a witch.” Claude said defensively. “I know you’re a werewolf Claude but you could be a hybrid or well, just special.” Claude shrugged not knowing how to feel about that, “Well I can read minds occasionally.” She whispered. “No way! Have you ever read my mind?” Claude stared at her, “No, Nuella. I haven’t.” She said. “Why are you acting so chill about this? That’s not normal.”

When he took a closer look, Cyrus was back to his usual indifferent face. Back on the set, Claude made everyone present there dumbfounded. Aaron exaggerated again, giving him a gaping mouth. A character with white hair and a black shirt, jet-black eyebrows after being shaved become long, hidden in sideburns, and raised high brow bones that were originally hidden is now revealed. Claude's gentle face turns cold, cold and indifferent. The fluttering black robe conceals a leisurely and elegant look in the evil spirit shown in the character as if even if the world were to become a wasteland, there would be dust and ashes. Just a blink of his eye.

Vish said. “That’s right. Let’s go,” Claude stretched his arms and then his wings. I took a few steps away from him to give him enough space. “Hey Vish, want a ride to the lecture hall. You can wrap your body around mine,” Claude winked at Vish, unbuttoning his shirt that revealed his ripped body. “In this form or in your serpent form. I don’t have a problem with any. Be it your breasts or your scales, both are equally tempting.”

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.

Alejandro's steps creak against the floor until they stop when he does. "Turn around and face me," Claude says. Alejandro does just that, his face as menacing as the wolf he is. "You're making a mistake," Alejandro says, almost teasing. "Shut up," Claude spits. I wait for his next move with bated breath. He turns the safety on the gun off and aims. I know he's going to shoot. **

He bows cordially and walks off. “He likes you, Claudia.” She waves a hand at her dismissively, “Now, don’t be getting shy now. He was practically licking his lips as he looked at you. You looked hungry too, you know.” She looks at her and furrows her brow and narrows her eyes. “I can’t lie, but if you want to tap that, he’d probably be into it.” Ash chuckles and Kai raises an eyebrow. “What? I meddle as I see fit. My sisters would be so much worse. Does he know your situation?” Claudia tilts her head a little, “If you mean does he know I’m also Claude sometimes, then yes.” She nods,

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.”

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.

“ But a Kinsmir should not weep for a weak soul.” “I-I…am..not a Kinsmir.” My voice trembles at that. “That type of werewolf doesn’t exist. You’re crazy. Both of you are crazy!” Alpha Klaude was in my ear. He was licking and swirling his tongue inside. “You're Kinsmir, sweetheart. You and I are alike.” “W-What do you mean by that?” I almost did not recognize my own voice. Alpha Klaude closed his eyes. His colossal frame in front of my eyes is demanding to look at. Then, when he opened his eyes again, I saw the mystery I’d been trying to solve for all these years.