Wolfram Kyou Kara Maou Novels & Stories

I said with anger boiling in me, my voice holding this authority in it. The boy under me struggled to hold the authority in my voice. I could tell, from the way he squinted his eyes. After saying that, I felt my body. Coming back to normal, my claws went back into my fingers. What happened? 'What just happened, Rhys?'. I asked my wolf, standing up from the boy. 'You don't have to worry about anything, you did just the right thing. He needs to stay away from Amora because she is ours and ours only.'

Alpha Rufus said to her. "Good he still has some senses left in him. I walked to a single couch and made myself comfortable. I might be young but they dare not mess with me, they know who I am and the stuff I'm made of. "No, this will never happen, our Maya is supposed to be the Luna of blood moon pack and not Zendaya. Not that stupid and dirty daughter of a fool. "Watch it, woman, I would not sit here and watch you Insult my mate before me" I warned and she kept quiet fuming visibly.

My group and I get ready to fight against the massive yellow drill wisp. Back at Shattered Inkopolis. Emperor was looking over the land that he destroyed, Maeka looked at Emperor, holding Solaris’ necklace. Maeka then sees another inkling revived by Emperor, her name was Black Rose. “Planning to lash out at me after what I have done long ago?” said Emperor with a sigh. Black Rose and Maeka were shocked to hear what Emperor said, Black Rose and Maeka didn’t say a word. “Who’s this inkling?” Black Rose asked Maeka. “Emperor, one of Arnold’s inkling characters he created” said Maeka. “Its Inkcanius Maeka” Emperor interjected.

She looked directly into Ria’s eyes. “The Mobo App…” “Whatever its true name is…” “It belongs to you.” “You weren’t only reborn to avenge your death.” “You were reborn…” “…to stop the very thing you created.” The room fell silent as Klein slowly turned toward Ria. “I think your mother is right.” He exhaled deeply. “I’m only a werewolf.” “My strength ends here.” “But you…” “You now possess the White Wolf.” “I believe this is the time to use the power you’ve been given.”

Jarek’s head lifted; Milo’s knife vanished wherever knives go when they pretend to be magic. “Routine,” Jarek murmured. “Change of watch.” The door didn’t open. Instead, a small panel slid aside, no bigger than my palm. Fingers pushed through a flat silver token stamped with a wolf’s head. The panel clicked shut. Jarek weighed it, then handed it to me. “For you.” “It’s heavy.” “It should be.” A ghost of a smile. “Press to the spiral if you cannot speak. The den will call me.”