Kuroshitsuji Doll Novels & Stories

Mikael was in complete shock at her study; it was beautiful in an almost morbid, macabre way. We both took a seat next to each other on the couch while Sajida sat on the other side of her desk in her throne. She flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder and just grinned at us; she enjoyed being right. She knew I would come here. All she had to do was wait. Before Mikael and I could say anything, we both saw small shadows under a console table by the wall underneath a window. Mikael jumped slightly, but I knew what they were - the small dolls that I met the last time we were here. There were three of them - one with a pentagon on its belly, another with a triple moon, and the last one with a t

We both let out a breath we didn't know we were holding, I then glared at Bankotsu. " * Whispers* There are creepy dolls here." Bankotsu whispered to me as he pulled out a doll that was laying next to him. They look like very expensive dolls, must belong to the princess. I can feel the soul coming from the dolls, is very loved and strong. If I combined these dolls with my magic, I might be able to harness their emotion and make it into a weapon. I thought before turning back to Kaen and noticing Bankotsu's illusion is gone.

In his massive, clawed hand, he held something dripping thick with black sludge. Marcus came in close behind, clutching a silver broadsword like it was the only sensible thing left in the world. “What is that?” I asked, my voice tight, staring at the grotesque thing as it dripped onto the Persian rug. It was an effigy. A twisted, horrifying doll made from dried swamp vines, tied together with human hair, and crowned with the bleached skull of a wolf pup. Its eye sockets glowed with sickening, unnatural purple light.

"Boss, when did you start liking these dolls? I'd recommend Yareli Flea Market. They're knockoffs, but at least they're cheap. "You wouldn't believe how much kids love these dolls nowadays. Some cost hundreds of thousands." Aria skimmed through the photos he provided. "Just look for the exact doll I sent you." She needed to ensure that the wooden doll wouldn't resurface. Moreover, she had to uncover who had brought the doll here. Although Aria didn't know much about Krowonian culture, she understood that only the original body wielded power. Landon had shattered the doll within the manifestation, a consequence of Aria's efforts to dismantle the dark illusion and disrupt the cyclical curse.

Elena went sheet‑white. Her sewing fell from her lap. “Dolls?” she whispered. “What kind of dolls?” “Twigs,” I said. “Bone. Hair. One with a lock the exact color of mine, tied around its neck. A symbol carved into its chest that matches the curse under Lucian’s skin.” Her hands clutched at the arms of the chair. “That’s not—” she started.

=== Huh. Zen raised a brow at the description. Cursed dolls sounded like the work of witches more than an accessory. It did not sound very appealing, but Zen could see the appeal in creating these dolls. With enough cursed dolls, it would be possible to create a powerful formation to weaken, restrain or even trap monsters for farming purposes. If he could use them on boss monsters, support class players like him would become invaluable to parties. Finding the Topknot Samurai Vampire gave Zen some hope. Maybe he could also find the sunglasses-wearing purple mushroom variant in the area. If anyone knew the behavioural characteristics of these fungi monsters, it would be Hernie the Herbologist.

Luna saw her roommate flip back her glossy raven and fuchsia hair and offered her a small smile of gratitude. "No problem!" Despite the shock Luna felt from the change of attitude from her arrogant roommate, Luna was shocked by the gratitude the other girl showed her. Meanwhile, the witch with brunette hair growled in the air, her gothic silver cross necklace with a purple jewel embedded in the center, glowed dark purple and summoned forth a small spooky-looking doll. "Hello, my precious~! I want you to go down there and smash those little insects into dust!" she ordered as the doll grew and turned into a five-foot-tall female-humanoid with silvery iron skin dressed in a maid costume.

I never find any occasion to wear it. I got down from my bed and took the gown from her hand and went to washroom for changing. I changed my dress and wore the gown. It has a small V cut neckline with half sleeves. The gown is really beautiful. I came out from washroom and seeing me Ruhi's mouth is now wide opened. She clapped her hands a few times and said," oh my God di!! You are looking like a Barbie Doll! I just rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, " stop pampering me. Just tell me I am looking ok or not"

then back to Apollo, “some gods are messing with you and Ukiyo.” “Me? Other gods beside you two?” I asked in a surprise. In a blink of an eye, Kurai was now beside me. Closer inches to my face. I tried to lean back, but only stopped by the pillows. I was about to say something when he raised the jar in front of me. It was a tongue inside. And its color was black with visible small cracks on its part. “Keep it.” “But how?” “Just keep it.” And he disappeared.

Then, my gaze fell downward. On the floor, a straw doll stood like a mockery. Its straw head was covered in cloth, its body bound with black ribbons. Around the doll, there were circles etched with something thick—blood. The runic lines I thought I’d seen in old books twisted like roots, but here they were barbed, waiting for something to collapse. On the doll, several strands of hair were tied. The strands were smooth, dark, and I stared at them like a fool staring at an artifact—it was a glow I recognized. Alpha King’s hair.