Novelas y relatos de Undertaker Kuroshitsuji Manga

Takumi is dressed in a black button-down, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms corded with muscle and ink, paired with tailored black slacks and polished boots. Whispers about the Lords permeate every corner of Northbridge University, but the faces behind the titles remain a mystery. You have to be born into the high-level lineages—the Silver Pack blood. Even then, entry isn't a birthright. It requires years of brutal initiations—the kind that leave your hands permanently stained. I’d pledge myself in a heartbeat if the opportunity presented itself. Ryder steps forward. "Mr. Kurogawa—" "Do you have tools on you?" Takumi interrupts, his voice cutting through Ryder's introduction. He knows exactl

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Grandmother’s stone body stepped out of the canal. Water streamed from her dark crown. Shigure looked past me. She happened. Grandmother opened her hand. A black spear formed. She threw it. Shigure pushed me down. The spear passed over us and struck Harun’s chest. The beast roared. Its lanterns shattered. Darkness poured from beneath its scales. Shigure ran to it. Stay with me. Harun snapped weakly at his arm. Yes, I know. Shigure pressed his bloody palm against the creature’s wound. Silver symbols spread across its scales.

It was the first time, in all my years in the werewolf world, that I completely broke. But the Witch's eyes held nothing but helplessness. She gently pried my hands away and led me into a small, dim room. In the center sat a grimoire. Its pages recorded the coming fall of my pack. "I can't help you." The light in my eyes died. "Why?" "Even if I save you now, the next crisis will be worse. More death. More destruction. This isn't fate — it's a curse." I didn't understand. We had won. We had beaten fate. Why was this happening?

'D-Don't do… it—urk! ‘Argh!!’ The cry of a painful impending death cracked the glass of the air. Umberto was flattened against the ground—black strands shooting out of his chest like rays of the evil sun, blood splattered like a fountain—the killing strands had pierced through the werewolf’s chest and were aiming for a deathly stab. ‘Oh ho, ho, ho…,’ cackled the handsome face. ‘How encouraging your little friends are.' The dark strands inserted further —and Umberto roared louder. 'Such passion.’

*Puchi* The eyes of the assassin underneath the cloak were filled with confusion and indignance as he realized the outcome of the clash. For Mane’s entire arm was deeply lodged in his chest, and had gone all the way through, even to the point of escaping the confines of the armour and revealing itself through his back as well. Without any hesitation Mane pulled his arm out, the crushed heart of his enemy slipping out with it. Tunde frowned upon seeing this, for the corpse of his companion decayed rapidly like a corpse that had been rotting for several years. “Avoid his attacks,” he ordered.

The deadlock atmosphere between the two of them continued but then was broken when Cuzo servants, Kuro and Clone walked inside. Gabriele retracted his gaze from Cuzo funny face changing and look at Kuro who was striding with big steps at his direction-no, this guy was coming to his Young Master direction. Kuro when he finally was beside his Young master, bend his knee gracefully a little and raises his hands to cover half of his lips and reach for his Young Master ears. Kuro whispered something in his young master ear and finally stood up straight behind his Young master when he finally finishing saying something to his Young master that he wanted.

I protested as I struggle myself against her grip. Gah, it`s off...! Kuroyuki is now sitting on my stomach. I`m preventing her to grab my face again by stopping her right hand with my left. “…You should be grateful even if I killed you. You are the only guy who had ever seen my undergarments.” …She even remembers I`ve seen her in her brassiere. “……I wouldn`t want to get myself killed by two piece of cloth.” “…It`s my undergarments.”

*Third POV* “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.

he sighed deeply still lost in his thought. Back in school, Sasuke was in deep thought thinking about the story he heard from Kazuma. He gazed up at Kazuma while having this uneasiness on him, then he spoke curiously, "you said you killed her and your looks came back?" He had a puzzled face like he was trying to set up the pieces. "Yes, After she die I fell unconscious, by the time I woke up this was what I saw"; Kazuma said while gesturing for him to look over at his body.