Kuroshitsuji Quotes Novels & Stories

“What, you thought saving the world would be glamorous?” “I thought maybe it wouldn’t include so many legal clauses,” I said, waving a dusty scroll. He snorted. “You sound like Cassian.” “Please, if I sounded like Cassian, I’d be complaining with my whole chest and quoting a dramatic poem about death.” As if summoned, Cassian popped his head into the room. “I heard that,” he said. “And I do not appreciate the slander. I quote only the best dramatic poems.” “Get out,” Killian and I said in unison.

the magical halo of the boundary illuminated the entire venue brightly. "What's going on here" the returning crowd felt their brains were running out when they saw the fallen hellhound in a pool of blood 'Is this still Lilith' Sasuke opened his mouth wide and held a pose where he wanted to blast his fist into the boundary. However Char was still smiling, (he hadn't reacted yet) but at that moment it was as if he was being sarcastic

Shizu with a confusing expression asked the waiter what should he recommend? Upon seeing the expression on Shizu's face the waiter couldn't help but chuckle and recommended a crepe cake. Shizu nodded his head and the waiter left. Shizu when he look at Lucas he find his eyes glaring in anger towards the waiter. So he casually said, "You are giving murderous glance towards the waiter." Lucas smiled and replied, "Than it means you are having breakfast with a Murderer." Shizu laughed upon hearing that and replied I'm not scared. The waiter than came back once again and served them their breakfast as with a smile on his lips he left.

He didn’t finish the sentence, but Jai understood what he meant. “Did you take him to the hospital?” Jai asked. “Of course! Kuro was bleeding all over! He got a broken foot!” Kuroda looked angrily at him. The anger wasn’t directed at him, but at the memory that flashed through his mind. “I don’t understand. I don’t—I want to take revenge so bad… But—” the boy hung his head as he rubbed his own knee, trying to calm himself. Soon, tears swelled up in his eyes and his breath became heavy. “That’s against the Guild’s rule.”

Kajima said looking confused. Ah, the innocence of oblivion... "That old geezer said that?!" Kurosaki-san exclaimed seeming to be outraged, " I can't believe her said that. I'm going to kill that teetered old man when I see him next time..." The old man was about to get his ass kicked as soon as the shark lady left this meeting.

“I happen to know all the curse words.” While Porcius and the twins knelt by August, Quintus challenged Drust, asking, “Why tell us this? I’m sure we are about to die or be eaten by these animals.” “I’m not going to kill you,” Drust sighed, his long hair shaking side to side a little. “Such is the way of a scared girl, aye? You would be dead already if I wanted to kill you. That’s the appetite of a Roman, hmm? Kill them all and build fences? Shut up your fool mouth and open your foolish mind. I’m going to enlighten you.”

Kuro gasped, coughing violently as blood splattered onto the floor. "You think I’m weak?" Santigo spat, his voice trembling with anger. "Let’s see how weak I am when you’re dead. Maybe then the Hale family will finally recognize my worth." Despite the pain, Kuro chuckled darkly, his voice raspy but mocking. "You think killing me will earn their respect? You’re a bigger fool than I thought. You’ll always be a failure, Santigo. No matter what you do." Santigo’s hand trembled as he raised the blade, pointing it directly at Kuro’s throat. His face contorted with fury, but his movements were hesitant, as though he were fighting an internal battle.

(Sigh) [Yusuke] God damn that shit hurt. So they all stood tall and took aim at "Shinjuku". [Shinjuku] Gosh you Humans and your guns are truly pathetic... you still haven't learn anything [Yusuke] (Sigh) oh yeah well let me show you what I'm capable of. [LTC Ironside] "Yusuke" NOOO! YOU IDIOT YOU'LL JUST GET IN THE WAY OF THE CROSS FIRE. [Yusuke] Then dont shoot then.

A silver blade etched with symbols I couldn’t read. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, fingers curling around the hilt. “It’s almost too pretty to stab someone with.” He smiled. “For any filth that dares you again.” His voice shifted. Quiet. Serious. “No one’s taking you from me again. Not even fate. Not even the curse.” I froze. “What curse?” He looked at me for a beat. Then leaned in, kissed my temple… and said nothing. “What curse, Vittorio?” “You’re not ready,” he said simply. “Not yet.”

“I hate you! How did you know?” “So I’m right?” Shiro laughed. “Not his exact words, but that’s his point,” Akiro said. “How did you know, by the way?” “Cruel minds think alike, Akiro,” the vampire winked at him, laughing at the confused expression on Akiro’s face. “You won’t understand it, so just let it be. Now, what about the painting?”