Crest Of Kindness Novels & Stories

It was called ‘Love, Vinora’ and true to its name, the place offered baked goods and flavours popular with the capital’s populace or unique to Vesperia. The bakery owner smiled politely as she handed over the package filled to the brim with large lemon and white chocolate chip muffins. “Thank you very much for your patronage, my lady.” Valery accepted it gratefully and grinned brightly behind her mask. “Thank you as well. I will be sure to return for more.”

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

The Spirit of Ecstasy emblem sat proudly on the hood, regal and unmistakable. But that wasn’t what stole my breath. On the side panel, delicately etched into the finish, was the crest of Silvercrest…our symbol intertwined with subtle detailing that represented my position as Luna. Elegant. Powerful. Intentional. “Oh my…” My voice failed me. Keal stepped closer, his eyes fixed on my reaction rather than the car. “This is my wedding gift to you, my sweetheart,” he said, a wide, boyish smile breaking across his face.

He glanced down, annoyed, then froze. The screen showed a picture of Claire, her face horribly disfigured with fresh bruises and streaks of blood. The text message below it flashed ominously "Don't mess with Emily, else…”

Our love was different from what I shared with the Alphas, but it was just as powerful. "He's okay, Kiera. They both are," she whispered, her voice soothing. "I know." I sighed, but the fear lingered. "But we'll always worry. I remember traveling to the South, torn apart by rejection, you by my side. We carved our own path, just like they are now." I smiled, thinking of Gabe. "I named my fallen pack Crest Haven, a sanctuary for all who needed it. Now Gabe has named his pack Valkor, the saviors our world needs today. Funny, how things change, but also stay the same."

"If I were the kind of person you describe, I would have died in the first days of the apocalypse," Cyrus said flatly. He had seen those people before. In his past life, Kenneth died because of self-sacrifice. He gave his food to the elderly and the children, then froze and starved to death. There were other kind-hearted youths as well, people who clung to justice and paid for it with their lives. Cyrus was not without kindness. He simply understood that kindness did not belong in the Frostfall. He sealed that part of himself away and showed it only to those he trusted.

I do not deserve any of this. Ela sat down on the bench across from him. The stone was cold, even through her coat. She placed her hands on her belly, where the baby was quiet now, lulled by her steady heartbeat. Kindness is not about deserving, she said. Kindness is about choosing to be kind even when the other person has not earned it. That is what makes it kindness. Otherwise, it is just payment.

guess you've just liberated my life- thank you I'll forever be grateful. "it's okay don't worry. But remember act normal and continue addressing me as ma'am," their dartling eyes followed in a giggle. "...everyone has a past and mistakes, skeletons we prefer hidden, shadows we're afraid of and voices we become slaves to_ but the golden key is not to envy anyone as you grow old. And so I would like to say am grateful you came in to the world cause you make mine, your mother's and siblings world beautiful." Bomul's last speech at the party had Cadeau dancing with a belly full of fireflies butterflies were not lit enough to describe her emotions

The day kindness ruled, and the future opened like dawn—unclaimed, undivided, full of light. There would be no crown for the kind—but there would be unity, and in the hearts of Moonrise, that was the truest sovereignty of all.

They were so disappointed and ashamed of me that they eventually committed suicide. Meanwhile, Francesca used me as a stepping stone. She packaged herself as an innocent and resilient streamer. "No woman would ever use their reputation to accuse a man," she said to her audience. "If I could, I'd rather not be famous because of my tragedy." Her oh-so-innocent words and her red-rimmed eyes immediately made her audience wish I were dead. After my release two weeks later, one particularly self-righteous netizen pushed me off an 18-story building.