Yang Kurama Novels & Stories

I knew what he was doing to the barrier; he was using his own energy to overwhelm that which kept the barrier standing. "Submit, great white!" The whispering voice came again. He knew Fuyu was a great white wolf, but what he didn't know was that Fuyu was a direct descendant of Amahan Iduth, also known as Luna, the mother of werewolves. Making him submit without proper ritual, in which a wolf whisperer will try to talk him into submission, would only kill him. And if his attempt to force Fuyu into submission fails, his life will automatically belong to Fuyu.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Yuriko was caught unprepared and jumped with both feet, cancelling her suction effect and plummeting to the temple floor a hundred feet below. × Koumori-shishou fought like the nine-headed dragon god Kuzuryū Daimyōjin himself, defending and attacking in all directions. The match had become simpler because Zaterra and Zonghuo were now out of commission; only the Yin Yang Twins, Kosano and Budo remained.

His father Mimi greeted with a big hug, his teacher Yatagarasu, who seemed to smile darkly, he was a gloomy man. Yatagarasu is a tall, slender, muscular man, with dark eyes that look evil and sinister, with long, black hair, straight and looking like it was sprinkled with oil, his thin chin and angular face, he was a superb and majestic form, he exuded danger, in addition to always wearing long, black robes, with a fluttering black cape, which made him show a supernatural air, his voice deep and serious, he walked as if he were a dark and cold bat.

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

she said with a slow shake of her head. Jim took his eyes off the road to look at her. “I’m so sorry, Chloe. Neither Marcus nor I realized how dangerous this assignment really was.” Chloe emitted a weak chuckle. “Who would? You do realize Sudnik’s a trybrid, right?” Jim looked genuinely confused. “A what?” “He’s a vampire, werewolf, and human all wrapped in one handsome package,” she said. “Holy shit,” Jim hissed. “We thought it was a human trafficking case.”

Even the lords of the Kazakares and the giants of Humshu island attended. Lord Yokohama Yokozuna came dressed in the red armor of his clan. The Yokozuna is a clan of big dark-haired people with an even bigger temper to go with their body weight, this earned them the nickname "raging canons" among enemies and companions alike. Their beasts, the Maitzu are huge-shelled creatures. This allowed them to be able to build structures on their backs and attack from them. A raging Maitzu is unstoppable and no building can stand in its way for long. The Yokozuna clan is the best infantry in all of the human kingdoms and arguably the best in the whole of Mundillum.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

Ejima had suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and before she could think, her hands were already on her waist, ready to draw out her sling. She hadn't mistaken the chuckle. They were that of babies, resting inside a brown basket, underneath a tree whose name was not forthcoming. What made her eyes dilate was the creature beside the basket. It was at least twice the size of a dog, with brown rich skin, spotted all around with black. Its tail stood above its body, and the claws were glinting dangerously with the afternoon sun. It had buried its head inside the basket and the children in the basket kept giggling as the animal continued to smear their faces with its slurry saliva.