Novel & Cerita Kurtz From Heart Of Darkness

Kurt relished the idea of tearing him apart until there was nothing left. Arriving at Dirk's home, Kurt took a deep breath, steadying himself before stepping out of the car. He closed his eyes briefly, relying on his heightened senses to guide him. The faint scent of Dirk's pheromones lingered in the air, leading him to the front door. Following instructions, he cloaked himself, becoming invisible to prying eyes.

However, Newton was experienced and showed an incredible dexterity when he swung his weapon. His stick seemed to release explosions every time it clashed with the beast's body, slowing the elephant in its struggles to escape the encirclement. Yet, he alone wasn't enough to hold the beast still, he was slowly being pushed back after each clash. At that moment, Kurt rose from the pit that he had created. There was a big bruise on his torso and traces of blood were present on the sides of his mouth, yet his eyes shone with the fire of passion, he seemed really excited to fight such a strong beast.

Kurtz asked Jairus who was gazing at a girl dressed so short with his lustful eyes. "Jairus, are we waiting for her?" Kurtz asked him again, as he confirmed if they were going to stay or not. "Yy....yes yes. Why don't you both get yourself a drink? I will be right back." Jairus tilted his head and loosened his tie and went in the direction towards that girl he saw earlier. Kurtz and Xander giggled at his compliance and agreed for a drink.

Then, there was a BMW X5, glinting under the courtyard lights. Stepping out, I inhaled deeply, absorbing the sheer opulence—before my breath hitched. A massive black Boerboel emerged from the shadows, panting heavily as it locked its gaze onto me. A silent, unmoving presence. A death stare. I stiffened, instinctively stepping back. "It doesn’t bite," a voice drawled lazily. I looked up. Kurtis. Perched on the first-floor balcony, he leaned against the railing, a glass of wine in hand. Dressed in a simple, light shirt and white shorts, he looked entirely unbothered. "Stop staring and join me."

At first, it felt like it wouldn't work, but gradually, he quieted down and started turning back to a human. Once he was back into a human, Kurt gave himself time to calm down, having realized that he had just gone berserk. Even though he couldn't understand why KuLaa didn't kill him after how vicious and murderous he was during their fight, he didn't give it much thought. The only thing cleared to him was that to get rid of his heart demon, KuLaa had to die, and he had to be the one to kill her. Kurt gritted his teeth and bit down on his tongue so that he wouldn't go berserk again. He suddenly grabbed KuLaa's neck and jumped off the ground, slamming her against the hard floor of the mountai

As he was about to reach Joe and Lydia, Kurt’s voice was carried by the wind as he called out to them from behind. “Guys!” Joe and Lydia turned around just before the man reached them which made him return his dagger into his jacket and abort his plan to take them out. He walked past them like a regular person and they didn’t suspect him at all. “What were guys looking at?” Kurt asked after him, Micah and Philip reached them. “The jungle…we think it’s calling out to us,” Lydia stated. “That’s a good sign, isn’t it, dad? That must mean we’re on the right track,” Micah said.

Curtis's voice was cold, filled with killing intent, making the air feel icy. "It was him!" the men pointed at Kiran. Curtis's piercing gaze fell on Kiran, his expression shifting from anger to a smile. The crowd was stunned. Kiran thought, "Could Curtis Barr like men?"

Nashwa looked at him, not really the biggest fan of his ginger hair but she does like his bright blue eyes, strong jawline, and big build, “Did you imprint on me?” “I don’t have to imprint on someone to be instantly in love with them,” Prince Kurt said, a little bit flushed in the cheeks. Nashwa smiled, “You are too sweet.” Prince Kurt’s bedroom door was open and as they walked in a maid walked out, “Your room is ready.” “Thank you,” Prince Kurt said. Nashwa looked around the room, “Very different from what I am used to.” “You can redecorate it any way you like,” Prince Kurt said, smiling, feeling out of place in his own room.

“I’ve been meaning to have a word with you. It seems you’ve taken your new role to heart, attending etiquette classes and making yourself… present. How admirable.” His words were wrapped in sarcasm, and I could feel the underlying disdain. I kept my face neutral, refusing to let him see how much his presence unsettled me. “Is there something I can help you with?” I asked. Kurt stepped closer, his voice lowering as he spoke. “It’s amusing, isn’t it? Watching someone like you, a rejected mate, pretend to be something you’re not. You don’t belong here, Princess.”

And he couldn't. Ian and Danny didn't know that though. It looked almost like Jay was accusing Kurt of his murder. I'm really glad there were no witnesses to mess with my slight misinformation. Looking at the two of them now, they look a little sick looking down at their friend. Kurt was just getting too high and mighty. I don't know why he thinks he's so much better than us! I hate that! I hate it when people think they are so much better than me, when he definitely wasn't! From what I know, the dude is an orphan. His parents died when he was a baby and has no family, so what gives him the right to lord over us?