Kain Highwind Novels & Stories

He had cerulean blue eyes that looked bright and warm and dreamy and kind, never arrogant or cocky like Hunter Ysrael. I heard the girls scream once again. They were screaming so loud that it hurt my sensitive hearing. Unlike other werewolves, my hearing was more extreme. So extreme that I could even hear everyone's private conversations all at the same time. I consider it a special ability of mine to be able to use my strong hearing when and however I wanted it. I can choose to block out people's voices, noises, and sounds I didn't want to hear, especially if they were noises that only talked about that playboy Hunter. I got tired of hearing about him all day from everyone's mouths that onc

At his words, the Frosthaven Sect disciples immediately moved. However... Bam! In the void above, a gigantic palm suddenly descended, covering an area at least several miles wide. It was clear that the person’s strength was extraordinary. He was none other than the leader of Dark Star, Tristan Highwind. Andrius sensed the pressure and realized that he was a late-stage Aureate Immortal. Although Andrius did not fear such an expert, it was a catastrophic blow to the Frosthaven Sect disciples.

My leg throbbed, the venom pulsing hotter, and I stifled a whimper. Above me, the rogues gathered, looking down hungrily and cruelly. I hugged my arms to my chest, feeling small and vulnerable. Then he appeared again the scarred man leaning over the pit's edge. His grin had vanished, replaced by a hard, unreadable look. “Name’s Kain,” he said, his voice heavy and unsettling. “You’re in my world now.”

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

He asked. "Very special", Khione said, setting her cup down and leaning back, crossing her right leg over the left as she got ready to explain. "You may or may not be aware, but our family is divine in origin. Our maternal grandparents are the Goddess of Darkness, Nocturna and the God of War, Varkyn. On our paternal side, our grandparents are the moon Goddess, Selene and The God of the Hunt, Lykaion" Carter was slightly taken aback. Was he seriously sitting, drinking coffee with the granddaughter of some of the most well-known divine beings in the five realms?

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

A shock of pain shoots through my body all the way to my tailbone. I lurch to my feet and get my first good look at the guy in the boots. Henry Lao. Paul Tien’s motherless lieutenant. Thought those boots looked familiar. The goon downstairs isn’t climbing through the window after me, so he’s gotta be on his way through the building. I can’t let this turn into a two-on-one. Henry swings at me. I block it. His fist is heavy, like he’s holding a roll of quarters or a piece of iron pipe. I try to punch him in the gut, knock the wind out of him, but he’s too fast. He sidesteps around me and I lose my balance, which he exploits immediately, slamming me into the side of the dumpster, head first. Th

Then, flicking his finger on her forehead, he commented, “Maybe it is infectious.” “I would beat you up if you were not injured now. Consider yourself lucky.” “Sure, dear.” Serenity decided to take the day off of work today. During the time, she asked Kieran about all the details and had him leave out no details. He told her how the battle with Arnold had been brutal because the man developed a new kind of drug that mixed with air and managed to weaken the werewolf abilities. Arnold and his men were immune to it. Because of it, the fight had been brutal, and Kieran’s wound did not completely heal as the healing abilities have been stagnated.

She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them. Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches. 'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused. He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

But Hunter did not do such thing. The orange hue of the sun witnessed it all. Not being able to see more despair. It slowly sank as the chilly night began to cocoon the sky. The younger members of the wind wept hiding behind the huge barks as the elder members of the wind swirled around as per the command of the icy weather.