روايات وقصص ضمن Sukuna

“Hasn’t anyone taught you to watch where you’re going?” Lying on the floor, dazed and trying to blink the stars from her eyes— Sakura Hoshino is pulled up by the front of her cleaning uniform. As her legs dangle above the ground, she comes face-to-face with a pair of heterochromic eyes— one black, and one a deep shade of purple. “Or were you just trying to get my attention, darling?”. It can’t be— Aronohai Misa?. Fuck. This day has to be fucking cursed!.

As the pack prepared for the looming threat, Sandra found herself torn between her duty to the pack and her personal quest for justice. In the depths of the night, under the silvery glow of the moon, Sandra sought solace on the pack's grounds. She wandered through the familiar territory, her thoughts a tempest of conflicting emotions. The scent of pine and earth filled the air, a comforting backdrop to the tumult within her. As Sandra strolled, lost in contemplation, a figure emerged from the shadows – Beta Damien, a trusted member of the Eclipse Pack and Sandra's secret confidant. His eyes, a shade of deep amber, reflected concern as he approached her.

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.

“Even the parasite. It’s got a name, but it wants to be Kujo because that’s what you call it.” “Does it have anything like a gender? I hate using it.” “Guess you may use him, because his energy is sort of masculine.” “Why were you so horrified when you first saw him?” She searched for something on her phone and showed me a picture that froze me where I stood. It was a nightmarish mix of a monstrous skeleton dog with the Alien from the movie franchise. “That’s kinda what I saw,” she said, retrieving her phone to search for something else. “And this is what he would look like for you if he could.”

I need a sounding board. Vampires are unable to produce children, so Nikka, a cat shifter, mothers the entire clan. She's amazing and I've seen her get between two fighting bears three times her size and put them in their place. She bows to no one and she is also the last person you want to be on the outs with. For such a gentle woman, she is fierce when push comes to shove.

I look up and meet one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. He had ice blue eyes and he had brown hair. “Hello Lady Luna, I thought I would introduce myself. My name is Theo Dunbar, it is really nice to meet you. You are more beautiful than I was told,” he tells me. I smile at him, it is not easy to frown around him, when his smile is so contagious. “Hello Theo, it is lovely to meet you. Are you a kitsune too?” I ask, ughh that was a very dumb question. Of course, he is a kitsune. He chuckles and replies, “Yes, I am.”

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

Philip sat down on his chair and took his brush, getting ready to finish the painting of the unknown woman. He dipped his brush into the blue paint and began the magic. As he painted the nose and hair of the woman, he also remembered to paint her eye color, brown. He had seen those eyes before. They were not Clara's nor were they his mother's, those brown eyes, belonged to someone he had seen when he was a child. Someone who had assaulted him when he was still young. He could never forget those eyes.

She smiled broadly, giving a brief assessment of Jenna's group of friends. Selina quickly had the answer for herself, and the human interior was complicated. It's not right to say she can see through them, but she's too sensitive to recognize them. “Who is that handsome man, Jenna?” Wolfgang saw that someone asked about him, so he naturally introduced himself, "My name is Wolfgang. I was Jenna's companion on a trip for the past month." Sarah and Vera seemed to understand something. They “Oh!” up and laughed. "We know this man is the one who changed you, right?"

I ask again. "My mother befriended Luna Mira," he says. They said Alpha Ludo's Luna had once been a beautiful proud woman, a descendant of the Moonwolf pack from across the continent. But Silvia only knew her as the sad, kind woman who wore long sleeves summer or winter to cover the bruises and scars her husband inflicted on her.