Kuroshitsuji Tanaka Novels & Stories

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast

“What is that?” “Just a quartz stone,” he mumbled absently. She shook her head and pointed to the vial he was filling. “No. That.” “It’s magic,” I told them when Isaac didn’t respond. I felt renewed and rejuvenated, so I clambered off the bed and pulled on my clothes. “I’m… cursed or something. Usually it stays pretty quiet, but this place is making it… angry.” Anaka’s eyes lit up. “That’s so cool! It’s so rare to meet shifters that are also hedges -”

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.

His notebook was packed with meticulous notes: Main Perpetrator: Takeshi Tanaka (Grade 5) – monopolizing the classroom violence sector for two months Victim: Koji Sato – represents a vulnerable demographic, lacking defense mechanisms Accomplices: 3 (functioning as subsidiaries) Revenue Model: Extracting tangible assets via intimidation—snacks, allowance, etc. “This is primitive predatory capitalism,” Takuto muttered around the pencil in his mouth. Then, his eyes landed on the girl beside him. Miu Yamada—his nemesis from a previous life, once the cold-hearted department chief, now casually humming while doodling smiley faces on her eraser. “Hey,” Takuto nudged her with his pen. “What do you t

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

Marcus moved with a fluid, defensive rhythm, his submachine gun keeping the secondary rank of the garrison pinned behind the stone lanterns of the courtyard. Ren Tanaka fought beside them, his short curved sword a blur of gold light that clashed against the iron naginatas with a constant, rhythmic static. He was bleeding from a shallow cut on his left cheek, his nylon bomber jacket torn to shreds, but his gold Alpha eyes were wild with the manic joy of a rebel who had finally found a cause worth dying for. He parried a vertical strike from a Kurogane captain, his steel blade sliding along the iron shaft before he pivoted and drove his point through the captain’s throat armor, the man collaps

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.