Yuki Kuran Novels & Stories

The days in the Omega quarters were still passing by slowly and by time. I kept my head down during the day, scrubbing floors and washing clothes like a good little Omega. But, every night I trained in the woods with Nyx to keep my strength growing intact. My body kept growing stronger. My shift came faster. I could feel the power forming inside me like a storm about to burst. “Do you remember,” Nyx said. “Laman got angry at a toy and his tiny fist cracked the wooden crib in half.”

She reached out and gently touched his arm, hoping to comfort him. Kylian looked up at her, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a furrowed brow. He handed her the letter he had been holding, and Diana's eyes quickly scanned its contents. It was a letter from the Resin Moon Pack, a neighboring pack known for their hostility towards Diana's pack. The letter stated that they had Emma captive and were demanding a ransom for her release.

Prince Kurat She is the most beautiful Lycan I have ever seen , her ice white fur and glowing purple eyes are just stunning . The moment her scream turned to a howl my beast was screaming in my head ‘Mate’ and I understand his excitement but I need her to feel it . I need her to catch up and accept what I have known and felt for a long time now . This is a big deal but Nari’s Lycan is young and with that comes challenges . Her emotions will be all over making her dangerous especially if she feels threatened or becomes possessive .

"We only have a vacancy of two, so you need to choose two out of these six. They have qualified till here" "Yui, Rika, Otzumi,Wanko, Suzu, Maya, Nanami" He read "Okay, let's go" 'Erika is missing?! What happened to her? And why so suddenly?' He thought as he walked. Kurosava just stood behind the wall as he crushed his coffee cup "Wow, he has grown rebellious. This just got 100% more interesting. It'll be more fun to watch him get crushed" Kurosava said to himself.

"This big boy will have you screaming one day." "Yeah, I'd rather just be a lesbian than get in your bed Toshiro." She replied, waving him off. Aito and Haruto couldn't stop laughing. It was the first time any girl had blatantly rejected Toshiro. "What am I missing?" they all heard a familiar voice ask from behind. They turned to see Yua approaching Aito's desk. She had dyed her hair black with streaks of purple and pink. Haruto looked at Toshiro's grumpy face and burst out laughing. "Sakura said she'd rather be a lesbian than fuck Toshiro."

he says. "Why do you keep on calling me Val? I'm Charlotte." He chuckles and shakes his head, "No, you are Valentina De Luca the Princess of all supernatural creatures," he smiles before bowing. "I can't be her I am only turning twenty-one- years old in a few days and Valentina well no one knows what happened to her."

Maybe he broke the flow when he interfered by being present in the situation that was why it was changed. “We can’t let that happen.” “Yonna! Tell everyone to run far from here, run far as possible,” Yonna had red long wavy hair and a playful smile on her lips. “No one wants to miss the spectacular event, Kai.” She said while watching her Queen beating the young witch even by just standing in the middle. “That’s what she gets from messing with the Queen.” “You don’t understand, after killing that she’d chase us all. She’ll destroy everything around her! Look at the trees around. Their leaves were starting to fall.

They both stare at each other in disgust- “Uweh… It’s you…,” they say at the same time. The girl was another one of his friends named Ayame. She had long black hair and was really beautiful. A slender body to a pretty face. Everyone looked up to her but she never made contact with anyone other than Akihiko since he made contact with her first by calling her something ridiculous. She stood first in academics every single year. Her eyes looked just like Akihiko’s. They were blood red in colour. These were the only human friends he has had from middle school.

She had a vaguely relieved smile on her lips as she crashed into Nikolss and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, hello Doria." Nikolas murmured. "It isn't like you not be prepared for dinner." So this was Doria, the model fiancee of Nikolas Sica who probably hated me already. Yikes. I eyed her curiously. She was a living walking Monalisa. Her skin was a delicate porcelain hue, her lips full and rouge and her mannerism implied she was a woman in full sync with her femininity. She seemed a few years older than me, perhaps twenty eight.