Kade Book Novels & Stories

******** Kade sat under a wooden shed in the training ground, flipping through a book titled "The Art of Martial Art." He had written the book himself, based on his knowledge of combat— so others could use it as a guide. "Kade." Nyx's voice cut through the quiet as she walked toward him. "Hey," he mumbled without looking up. Nyx stopped beside him, folding her arms slightly. "The Chief Commander of the Right Wing Pack… what's his name again?" "Huaijin," Kade replied shortly, turning a page. "Yes, Chief Commander Huaijin said he'll be here in ten minutes to plan the enlistment," she reported, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Raw, overwhelming potential. A luminous core unlike anything normal, like hers. “Because my existence,” Kade whispered, “unbalances the world.” The air thickened. Kael gritted his teeth. “Explain.” Kade forced himself to sit upright. “I awakened here at age seven. With a dormant essence that frightened the Primals.” Ianthe blinked. “Frightened? The Primals?!” Kade nodded. “They sensed my convergence. They recognized it. But I did not have your stability, Alessia. I was unstable. My cores conflicted. I… broke things. People.”

He sat beside her, holding her hand between both of his, breathing slow and steady like he could breathe for her. Outside, beyond the heavy door, the pack moved on glass edges. Word spread like blood through water. Fear followed it. And somewhere in the dark of MoonRiver, four wolves who had thought themselves untouchable were still walking around with their bones unbroken. For now. Kade was hunting. That meant they wouldn’t be walking much longer. ⭑ Kade Kade didn’t walk fast. He walked like a man who had all the time in the world. That was worse.

Kade was sitting at the island chowing down on a sandwich and appeared to be listening to Beyonce. “Coffee. No talk, coffee.” I mumbled. It was too early for him. Okay, not day early, but I did just wake up. “Oh, and the valiant prince has arrived! Good afternoon, my dear lord!” Kade did a little dance in his chair at the entrance of Aziel into the kitchen. He was just too much. “Coffee, Kade. You know the rules.” Aziel grumbled at Kade who was still doing his little dance on his stool.

“Yes. They’re waiting for the blood moon. If Boris falls during the Rite, they’ll recognize your claim.” Kade’s jaw tightened. “I’ll face him,” he said. “Challenge. No rites. No rituals. Just war.” Inside, Charollet turned in her sleep, breath shallow. Kade returned to her, unbuckled his armor, and lay on the edge of the bed—fully clothed, hands behind his head. He didn’t sleep. He just listened to her breathing. Counted the seconds between each shudder. He never realized how loud silence could be. It was breaking him bit by bit. This girl, looked so scrawny, so fragile. She was just skin and bones. He knew what he'd done. A mere human and there was regret, especially after seeing her this w

Mully let out a whistle of appreciation as the manor came into view from behind the curtain of trees. Kade couldn't tell what he was more relieved about; that Karim had stopped with his barrage of questions or that they were one step closer to getting Thalia back. It felt like he had been fighting off the darkness for so long now that he was beginning to forget what life was like before the winter had kicked in. He hadn't been home in weeks, at least not properly anyway. He had spared a few hours for Eva's crowning as pack Luna but then he had been on the road again. Every waking moment was absorbed by Thalia and getting her back. That was all he had ever wanted but now it seemed that he had

Then, he gestured for me to follow him inside. “Come in.” The cabin was warm. It smelled like herbs, smoke, and old books. Kade moved easily, pouring two cups of something dark and bitter without asking me and then handed one to me. I looked between him and the cup wondering what the hell it was. He ignored my curiosity. “Talk,” he said simply. I leaned back against the counter, staring into the liquid. “The pack’s struggling.” “That’s not new. Most packs struggle in the beginning. Your resilience is the only thing that can save you."

And then—another presence entered the fight. Kade. He wasn’t mourning anymore, he was done mourning and feeling sad over the death of Aurora—the death that he caused. Right now, all he needed was to get what rightfully belonged to him—Eliana’s powers. He struck like a shadow, his dark magic coiling around Eliana’s limbs, locking her in place mid-air. Pain flared in her chest, like a thousand knives burying themselves into her skin. Kade’s voice was calm, but lethal.

WHAT KADE LEFT BEHIND Kade had departed the Nocturne Court by the time the two days began — she confirmed this through Orin, who had confirmed it through the outer district lodging house in the wolf-trade quarter where Kade's belongings were found cleared and his account settled as of Thursday morning. He had left without contact, without note, without the diplomatic pomp of an official departure, simply drawn the curtain and gone. She was not surprised and she was not sad, which itself was a thing she noted: the absence of sadness. She had been sad about Kade for so long that the absence of it felt like a new room she had walked into and not yet learned the dimensions of. Not empty — just d

You need to keep him or her as still as possible while you cut into them, otherwise, your cut might not be perfect, and death will follow soon after. I love you, Kiran.” Kiran put the book down and saw the cup of coffee standing on his desk. He hadn’t even noticed that Adara had walked in and placed it there. This spell was even more insane than what he had done previously, but it had to be done. He was certain that Kai was trapped in an enchantment he knew nothing about. Kiran closed the book, put it back in the chest, and sealed it. He walked out of his study feeling a little shaken, and found Adara and Jace in the kitchen. Jace sat at the counter, and Adara was busy with dinner preparati