Sukuna Nails Anime Novels & Stories

“‘Really? I don’t know bout that. Sveta from 307 said she could hear Lorelei crying hysterically last night, probably after she and her gang realized what they had done. They’re probably more scared than they’re letting on.’ “‘As they should be. I think I remember that kid now. The quiet type. Like he just wanted to be left alone and not call any attention to himself. Too bad. His only mistake was getting played by a player.’ “‘Is tonight’s Undersea Dance gonna rock or what?’ the second kunoichi asked out of the blue, instantly changing the subject. “At this question, a beaming smile spread on the first kunoichi’s face, from her eyes down to her made-up lips. “Unable to bear the happy sight,

Now the fur was gone from my skin, but I was still traumatized. "You should answer when an Alpha asks you," reprimanded Rutherford, and I sighed. "So, she's Luna?" I said, pointing to the annoying girl who was staring at me with disgust. "Prospective Luna," Rutherford corrected, while Ikaros answered with a short 'yes.' "I understand now," I said coldly. So, this guy touched me just for his own pleasure, because he already had that snobbish woman as his partner. "Do you want some bread, perhaps? You look really pale and unhealthy," Rutherford said, ignoring the cold tone in my voice.

I blinked a few times and before I even knew it, I was back in the theatre room. "What you just experienced is the level four of this game. And only three of you stayed alive 'til the end. Congratulations, you have conquered level four of the Suicide Cup. A friendly reminder everyone, each one of us has that one person that could distract us from reality. And I hope you'll find that person before you decided to end your misery." the speaker went off after that and a silhouette appeared on the screen, it's probably the Domina. "Hello, my dear pupils..." it said using a voice changer. I wonder why she's hiding her identity.

One girl with short brown hair who's name is Suki looked at me with annoyance before rolling her eyes, I then hear her whisper under her breath. "What a whiny bitch." I couldnt help but feel a bit taken back before sighing silently and looking at Kadachi who hands me another shot. "Want another one?" I take a peek at Suki who is eyeing at us with a jelous expression. I smirk and instantly respond. "Of course! Let's have a good night tonight babe." Kadachi smirks at my comment before realizing what he was doing I see him take my shot for himself. "H-Hey!"

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England. Takashi didn't give her a second to recover. He lunged forward, his long naginata slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed directly at her unprotected throat. The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater.

“You made me a general. I can't sit back and do nothing when I can.” I could see him contemplating for a minute before he nodded. “Fine,” he said. We left for the woods, but even after our search deep into the day, we found nothing. “What’s it about this rogue?” I asked Riven beside me. “Do you think there's something different about it?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied. “You wouldn't ask for backup if it were a common rogue.” Riven nodded. “You’re right. This is not a normal one. He is modified. From the reports, it drinks blood and eats the flesh, leaving only the bones as evidence of the crime,” he sighed.

She leaves in a whisper of silk and perfume, her guards following her there footsteps matching hers perfectly. I wait until her footsteps fade before stepping inside. The door closes behind me with a final, echoing thud. The room is dim, lit by a single lantern that flickers against damp stone. Tirianna sits chained to the far wall, her wrists bound by manacles that glow faintly—runes pulsing in rhythm with her shallow breaths. She’s thinner than the last time I saw her. Her dark hair hangs in tangled ropes around her face, and bruises bloom like ink on her skin.

If I hadn’t been her target twice now, I might still believe it too. Her golden dress clings like sunlight, a halo of fabric flowing around her as if she descended from some divine realm. A vision of grace and innocence. The perfect angel—flanked by two alphas dressed in black. Or at least, one of them fits the title. The other... “Nara.” A hand touches my arm—careful, but firm. I turn to find Lucian. He looks exactly like himself: neat, unreadable, tense. But there’s a flicker of guilt in his eyes. And the faint scent of alcohol lingers on his breath.

ASHINA’S POV The clanging of footsteps shattered the suffocating deadlock. It began as a faint, almost imperceptible rumble, like a distant storm murmuring across the plains. Gradually, it intensified, becoming the steady, deliberate pounding of boots marching in harmony, vibrating through the soil and into our bones. I held my breath while Alpha Knight paused mid-motion, sword suspended in the air, his gaze snapping sharply towards the growing noise. Then, out of the shadows, they appeared. It was the warriors clad in deep midnight blue, their faces adorned with the sacred patterns of my bloodline. Their presence was like a surge of memory brought to life.