Kaeya X Albedo Novels & Stories

Felicia, understanding the unspoken directive, falls into step with Blaze and Dexter, a silent guardian at their side as they navigate the aftermath of the skirmish, their bond as a pack strengthened by the trials they have faced together. The room envelops Alpha Kaden and Ronnie in a cocoon of silence, broken only by the weight of the Alpha's contemplation and the subtle rustle of their shared presence. Alpha Kaden, lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts, stands in a stoic trance, his gaze fixed on some unseen horizon, his mind a canvas painted with the hues of introspection and longing.

Beth returns the smile, 'Anything for you, Alpha! 'I could go for one of your apple pies like you wouldn't believe,’ I grin. Beth smiles, nods and runs back to the castle kitchen to cook. I help Kayla administer the healing potions she made to the rest of the injured, making them heal twice as quickly. Kayla is exotic looking, with dark skin with green eyes. Her black curly hair is always braided with thick gold chains through the braids. Her parents were alchemists, but they passed away when she was still young. She creates potions, medicines and plant herbs to help the pack.

Comes a voice from inside one of the cubicles. "Right, I'd keep it quiet. I mean, I'd tell you guys, obvs, but no one else." Says another. "So it could be literally anyone, like, who is going to say no to Abaddon? Even if he wasn't the Alpha's son he's still hot as hell." The first girl waves her hands in front of her face and Dina keeps me firmly in place, listening in when Ana tries to pull me back outside. "You wouldn't say no to the Alpha either." One girl cackles, nudging her friend. "You're gagging for his wrinkly old cock."

"The Designer didn't want the 'Noise' of life to pollute the source. But Kael... you are the Noise now." The Decision of the Alpha Aethel-Luna was at peace, but it was a fragile peace. Beyond the Lumina Ring, the rest of the universe remained a graveyard of "Formatted" worlds and "Archived" species. "We can stay here," Elara said as she walked with Kael through the emerald orchards of the Vespera. "We can live in this garden until the sun grows old. We've earned it, Kael." Kael glanced at his hands. The golden glow of the Spark flickered beneath his skin. He felt the "Living Earth" beneath his boots-not as a mother anymore, but as a Peer.

Just then, Kayla walked downstairs and the oldest council member, Alpha Sial, said, "Okay. Let's get started. First, we need to let you and Kayla know that you two are not the ones on trial here. Everything you tell us will be held in extreme confidence. If any of us, including Alpha Damien, reveals any information you give us to anyone outside of this council, we can be put to death. That is how seriously we take our job" Kayla and I nod and he continues, "You have already shown that you, Kayla, are a special wolf, but what about you?" "My wolf is a special wolf," I said, then Kayla has to add, "She's more special than me! She is a direct descendent of the Moon Goddess. I am assigned, by th

' Draco called through the link. Kayda and Draco flew happily as she explored the area. She was slightly bigger than he was. Kayda was a beautiful bright purple with traces of blue as she moved. Her eyes were a shade darker than my own icy blue eyes. I felt more powerful than I have ever felt. She tested her fire breathing and unlike Alaric’s orange flames hers were blue. The hottest of the three colors in a flame. Awesome. 'Kayda, is what Alaric said true? Will I stay a dragon until the eggs are laid?' I asked.

The same woman they had cast out hours ago now stood before them, her posture unwavering, her gaze unflinching. Kael’s silver eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, there was only silence between them, thick and suffocating. Then, he stepped toward her. “You again,” he murmured, his voice dangerously low. “Didn’t I tell you to leave?” Ayla met his gaze, unafraid. “You did,” she admitted. “But I also told you I was a healer. And right now, your warrior is dying.” Kael’s stare was like ice—sharp, cutting. His gaze flickered toward the injured man, whose breaths were coming in weak, ragged gasps. The warriors surrounding him had already started to lose hope, their

“Because if he finds out, it won’t end well for either of us.” My smirk deepened. “Oh, you misunderstand everything. Kael isn’t the one you should be worried about.” An unreadable expression crossed her face, clenching her jaw. “You do know his nickname, do you?” I continued, my voice dropping into a whisper as I stepped closer. “The Living Yama.” I lifted a finger and traced an imaginary line across my chest. “If he finds you here, what do you think he’ll do? Punish me? Or carve you into a million tiny pieces?”

She held her lower belly gently with both hands. Alpha Kael stood near the large glass window, pulling on his long black leather boots. He wore a dark grey tunic with silver wolf crests pinned to his chest, and a heavy grey fur cape rested over his broad shoulders. He looked massive, strong, and handsome. Kael turned around and walked over to the bed with long, slow steps. He sat down beside Lyra, making the soft mattress dip under his weight. He took her small, warm hands into his big palms and kissed her forehead softly.

​The Terrestrial Ambassador ​In the Sahara Garden above, Kael had undergone a transformation of his own. The former architect of the Thorne enclaves had become the first Terrestrial Ambassador. He wasn't trying to unplug the pillar anymore; he was "Tuning" the Xylos-vessel to the Earth’s seasonal rhythms. ​"The Earth isn't just a host, Aara," Kael told me, his eyes now shimmering with a soft, emerald-gold light. "It’s a Co-Author. The Xylos-spores are learning how to breathe our nitrogen.