Yuki Kuran Novels & Stories

~Celine~ “Can you get that awful thought out of your head?? You are not getting rid of the only thing that connects you to Kilhan!” Kiara yelled. “Why can’t I? It’s not like he wants anything to do with me anymore. Also, it’s not a baby yet. It can be easily flushed.” “Argh! I hate you, Celine. You know, sometimes I wish I wasn’t your wolf. You are just not reasonable.” Kiara responded, and I rolled my eyes.

She looked over to Yuki before she gave Killian a side eye to which he chuckled. " ユキは少し休憩を取る。彼女はまだこのすべてに少し新しいです。" (Yuki give her a little break. She's still a little new to all this.) She grimaced at Killian and ignored his words as she sat Brielle down and placed a glass of water beside her.

' Not this time, temporary she is 'Akira', the male disguise of Yui, the obsessive-minded villainess! His mind is filled with disgusting thoughts that he keeps smacking his head as if forcefully shirking off a bunch of hurtful laughter out of his head. 'Scram off! ... God Damn it!' Rage started to build up in his esteem but a mouthful of cold-chilly air pours down his throat. That woke him up from the nightmare...

He immediately turn his attention back to running and accelerated so that he can distance himself from those guys and not hear them. Yuki Amon-, he was a transferee when they were just juniors. The moment he step into the grounds of this school, every girls even boys, turn their heads just to look at the angel personified boy who have this sheepish smile on his lips. He was a head turner alright. Aside from having that angel face, he's also good at playing the guitar and have a very nice voice. He's friendly and radiant- the total opposite of Craig. However, for some reasons, the angel personified boy noticed him. Him, whose not fond of talking. Him whose not as beautiful as the girls follow

I mumble under my breath. Ashrac answers, "We took her to Uncle Sarn's castle. She wanted clothing and she was very tired. Why is she yellow, Father?" "We aren't sure," Bastian replies. "She didn't try to harm you boys, did she?" "No, she was very nice, even when we laughed at her. She's quite funny, though strange looking. Do you think she's a mutation?" Bastian wallops Ashrac with his tail. "No. And you read too many horror novels. She's a yellow dragon, a new color. She's... special."

Aria asked again, enthusiastically wanting to know. “It means cute,” Yuki said. “You are very cute.” Aria blushed and giggled. “So are you. You’re so cute and pretty and beautiful, even though you look like a boy.” I saw Yuki blush as she touched her boyish hair. I wondered if she was conscious of her unique look. While Yuki and Aria started chatting away animatedly, with Yuki teaching Aria some Japanese words, I turned to Alice with a questioning look in my eyes.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Her mind desired to scream, but her mouth prohibited it. Balto pummeled her ankle. “Stand up!” Desdemona's mouth couldn’t hold it anymore and a screech fled her mouth. “Ah!” “Her noise is disturbing. Shut her up!” Ailee complained. Just like others, Ailee loathed Desdemona. But her hatred for her was worse. Ailee was the Pack Luna, and despite her tight schedule, she found time to torment Desdemona. No one knew the reason behind it, but they believed it was supposed to be so. Who wouldn’t despise her lover’s foretold death?

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

I skip further into the little book, slightly curious about the dates I've noticed this far until I reached a page that caught my eye. December 21, 1997. The ground is covered with snow, the tulips and rose buds I've come to love and treasure are no more, yet I don't feel lonely or cold. Someone lies ever so comfortable in her basket figetting about- right now only just smiled at me. Her skin is a creamy pale colour with burnt brown hair that dares to become red at the touch of light, her eyes sparkle with such a vibrant pink it's hard to never smile whenever I think of the child before me. I've named her Yuuki, because she was born at the time of snow. December 17, 1997.