Kaden Flamingo Novels & Stories

Damon's POV My men know how to get hold of me if they need to. However, I told them not to bother me if it is something my father can handle. Claire is enjoying our little holiday in the mountains. I can only smile when she tells me that the stories of Bigfoot and all those creatures have scared her a little bit, but that she does not worry about it. Now she is enjoying every moment of it, and we are going on hikes and things, but I don't want her to do too much exercise because I don't know if it is good for the baby. I took her to the waterfall that is in the mountains. We had a picnic there, but it is very slippery, and I was afraid that she would fall. Now she wants to go there every day

“She is rumored to be Gideon Drake’s granddaughter.” Alexander straightened. “Gideon?” Celeste’s estranged brother. The one who disappeared decades ago after a scandal that was never explained. His name was never spoken, even among the inner circle. “She is real?” Alexander asked. Hana nodded. “Arriving in Seoul tomorrow. Private flight from Montenegro.” Noah’s voice was tense. “Claudia is not only challenging Evelyn’s authority—she is reviving a bloodline claim with ancestral weight.” The next morning, Evelyn stood at the gates of the Drake estate. Celeste had summoned her without explanation, her voice sharp but composed on the phone.

Is it that easy that all I have to do is believe? Clint landed in a beautiful meadow filled with late summer/early fall blooming flowers. “When I sit you down, we need to let our dragons out. Carter needs to show Regina how to be a dragon. Plus, he wants some time with her, too,” he said, as I blushed and nodded. He kissed my cheeks before he stepped back. I saw Carter emerge and grow to ten times his normal size. I gasped as I jumped back further. “Avery, it is okay. Our dragons need to be their full-size so that we can ride them later,” he explains.

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.

I looked at Hazel. She looked at me. "He is coming tomorrow," Kaden said. "He booked the first available flight this morning." A pause. "He said he has been waiting long enough and he does not want to wait anymore.”

Hell never stayed the same long enough to get bored. Which was good. Kaelith hated being bored. The ground beneath him cracked open again with a loud, satisfying snap, spilling molten fire upward like it had something to prove. A creature with too many limbs crawled out of it, shrieking like it had just discovered existence and already regretted it. Kaelith glanced at it. “Yeah, same,” he muttered. The creature lunged at him. He did not move at first. He let it get close. Very close. Close enough that it thought it had a chance.

He looked up,nodding as well sighed bothered that Daisy has to go. "Let's go— but not to be the buzz kill,how are we going to get out without being caught. " Daisy and I turned to Hades seeing a grin form on his lips. "Well, we fly." Hades smirked featuring his hand to the window. I clapped my hands, fluttering my wings in excitement, a bright light from the side of me of a galaxy of yellow and purple clouds. Introducing an Phoenix, shades of red, ginger orange surrounded her long feathers. Her wings clapped up and down as sparkles flew down, flying up she went straight through the window in record speed. I followed watching her fly up in the night sky doing backlinks of flames. She stopped

“Lady Emory, then.” Knowing I’m not going to win this battle, I concede. Gavin shows off his little menagerie. There are birds I’ve seen in books, and there are birds I’ve never even heard of. They come in all sorts of colors from black to a rainbow of feathers. “And over here is the rarest in my collection, the Firebird. There are known to be less than fifty of them in the world.” Inside the cage is a bird with feathers that look like flames. Its feathers are a mix of reds, yellows, and oranges. Its beak and eyes are obsidian black. Something about its face looks sickly and old.

He growled. “She wants her hybrid?” Kade snarled. “She’ll get it. Along with the enchanted flame that I will use to burn down her entire bloody tree with her tied to the vines.”

Flames fill the open space, sending black smoke into the sky. Kade had blown up my home. Kade is a fucking kid who had blown up my home. There are screams and shouts as people move around me. But all I could do was sit and stare. ‘Fucking little bastard!’ Nyx growls