Kade Book Novels & Stories

Kendra groaned as she uncurled her body from the fetal position that she’d lain in on the damp ground for the better part of the night. She’d made sure that her horse was close by so that she could watch over its safety in the event of a zombie or cyborg invasion. What she hadn’t expected was that the horse would lie down so close to her that their bodies were actually touching. It was as if the gelding knew the benefit of staying close.

The moment the heavy doors of the hall closed for the long diplomatic meetings, I would fly to the willow tree, my chest bursting with an anticipation I had never known before. And like clockwork, a rustle in the ivy would announce his arrival. He grew faster than I did, his shoulders broadening, his eyes shifting with the sharp intelligence of a rising Alpha. Yet, the moment he dropped into the dirt beside me, he was just Cade. "I brought you something from the capital," he said one autumn afternoon, dropping a heavy, leather-bound book onto my lap. It was an illustrated collection of old northern folklore, the pages crisp, the gold lettering gleaming. "I know you like the stories about the

Kade Mikaela leaned against the doorframe, her eyes gleaming in the dim light of my office. “You know,” she purred, her voice low and intimate, “you don’t need Valeria to be happy, Kade. You don’t need her at all.”

Kade’s POV Kade Sinclair sat at his desk as the day was winding to an end and the sunset majestically shone outside his massive office window. He watched each small light flick on along the city’s long avenues, in the office buildings and the apartments and the townhouses. All of it was part of the vast mechanism of the machine, and he knew every beating inch of it, especially the pieces in the light and the darkness, too. His city. His power. Rivals had come and gone, challenged and fallen. They would keep coming and keep falling. And he would still be here.

Inside my mind, Sapphire paced restlessly, her energy crackling like static. This is a mistake, she growled. We should be planning his escape, not begging that fool for mercy. We can’t fight our way out, I told her silently. Not without getting Riven killed in the process. She huffed but didn’t argue further. I took one last steadying breath, squared my shoulders, and knocked. “Come in.” Kade’s voice carried through the wood, clipped and impatient. I pushed the door open. The study was exactly as I remembered it from fragmented flashes, tall bookshelves lining the walls, a massive desk dominating the center, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the pack grounds. Kade sat behind the desk,

Then, turning back to Rupert, she hissed, “I’ll antagonize this piece of dung all I want.” Rupert’s lustful gaze consumed her as he sneered. “If memory serves me correctly, we have some unfinished business.” “In your dreams, maybe,” Kendra barked as she stood and straightened her clothing and freshened the ponytail in her hair. She didn’t feel nearly as brave as she was behaving in front of Rupert and his threatening group of mercenaries for the aliens, but she refused to show her nervousness to him. “Now, get out of my way so that I can start our breakfast.”

Kendra sucked in air as a vision of Queen Isabo appeared before her. The a****n queen was standing amongst a small group of aliens. It was Kendra’s first view of the aliens occupying inner earth. They looked exactly like the ones on the surface. She shuddered with repulsion as the memories of her time as their prisoner fluttered through her mind.

“But I can see through any mirages. They’re actually massive. I guess that’s why we’ve been told not to venture too deep into the forests.” I look down at the book, a tiny ember of hope springing up inside of me. There might be a chance of finding this writer. Considering the fact that he has written so many books about the Blood Moon Hybrid, he must know a lot about them. And what better than to get the information directly from the source. “By the way,” Kathleen glances at me surreptitiously, “if you are planning to sneak that book out, don’t bother. No book can leave the premises without being detected. It’s some kind of weird magic thing here.”

The harsh, blue glare of the monitor illuminated his face, highlighting the absolute terror masking his features. For the entire time I had known him, Soren Kade operated like a perfectly calibrated machine. He never raised his voice, he never broke a sweat, and he never allowed anyone to see him lose control. Watching him unravel in the middle of our dimly lit dorm room sent a strange, protective surge of adrenaline straight through my chest, completely overriding my instinct to gloat about a Kade vulnerability. I crossed the room quickly, completely bypassing the invisible boundary dividing our living space, and stopped directly behind his chair.

“Step forward.” He did. Tall, broad‑shouldered, early twenties. Kade. Good in a fight. Good at following orders. Terrible at nuance. Aiden remembered him at sixteen, shaking in a clinic bed after a bad shift, his mother begging for something—anything—to calm him without a collar.