Kuroshitsuji Games Novels & Stories

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Everyone froze in fear as panic rippled through them all. Even Luigi’s smile was momentarily wiped from his face. He was not expecting the attack. But before he could try to recover, Nero’s fist connected with his jaw before anyone could react. The sickening crack of knuckles against bone echoed in the stunned silence. The dark haired don didn't stop, and brought his fist down in his cousin’s face again in a fit of mad rage. “You want to play games with me?” His voice was a low snarl, venomous and deadly. “You dare set your worthless sight on my wife. You dare threaten her under my own roof?!” His fist connected with his jaw again.

That blade. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness behind my eyelids reconstruct the memory. The dark titanium alloy. The distinct, weighted crossguard shaped like a weeping willow leaf. It wasn't a modern tactical design. It was old-world craftsmanship, built specifically for close-quarters executions where Kevlar couldn't protect the target. Years ago, before I consolidated the Thorne empire, the eastern syndicates used to whisper bedtime stories about an elite phantom assassin who worked exclusively for the highest bidders. An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost.

But he had a heart of gold, he was probably the only boy I would let near my sister, ever. And that was saying a lot. “How is he?” I mused absentmindedly picking at my wilted chicken sandwich. “He’s great, he’s right here actually let me call him over,” before I could tell her not to worry because I didn’t want to disturb him. Another thing about Hiro was he was always working, always. He had a dream of starting his own game development company, and I knew he would make it one day. There was shuffling on the other side of the phone, “HIRO!”

Caspian sat on his horse, his face drained of color from terror. "Zade, this... this is part of the hunt!" he stammered. I stepped toward him. I did not move like a human. Noctis's dark aura surrounded me, black flames licking from the tip of my sword. I dragged Caspian from his horse and pressed the blade to his throat. "You would have killed her," I hissed, and the voice was not my own, but the dragon's. "Did you think you could play with her? Did you think you could spill her blood unpunished?"

Kuro Kaine Level 57 AGE:18 Race: Human(Otherworlder) Titles: Hero Class: Sword Emperor Mana- 1200 ART: " Holy Light User" "Dual Blades Art" "Electro Art" "Pyro Art" "Language comprehension" "Growth" "Sentient Blades{Unique}" Class Skill: "Berserk" "Whirlwind" "Thunder Call" "Feint" "Moon Cleave" "Sword mastery" "Sword of Imprisonment"

Kurai said while staring at the screen, playing the game. “What do you think?” Cai Kang asked. “Well, you two have good chemistry and have known each other longer than you'd like to admit. Not to mention, she actually admits that she likes you.” Kurai said, concentrating on the game. “As friends. Wolf boy. As friends.” Cai Kang corrected. “What about Clover and Cherry?” Kurai said. “Clover and Cherry?” He paused for a moment then remembered Chiemi and Maiko having cherry and clover accessories on their phones. “Ah, the Higurashi twins, what about them?” Cai Kang said.

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

"Hand over the cards, and maybe I'll let you live—for old times' sake. Otherwise? You die here." I smirked. The spell didn't even graze me before it snapped back—hard. Deep gashes tore across their faces. I pulled out Mia's eyeball, Revenant Granny's potion, Revenant Grandpa's staff, and Darkblood Count's cross. I twirled the cross lazily. "So... remind me how you planned to kill me again?" The second the cross moved, their magic shield shattered like glass. Kael and Mara screamed as their skin split open, slow and brutal.

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.