Novel & Cerita Kairos Novels

Mason and Madison, sensing my excitement, looked up at me curiously, their innocent eyes wide with wonder. Matthias approached us with open arms, enveloping me in a warm and comforting embrace. It felt like a reunion of souls, a connection that transcended time and distance. As he released me from his embrace, his gaze shifted to the two curious faces beside me—my precious twins. "Jessica, it's been too long," he said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "And these must be the little miracles I've heard so much about." Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight.

Kairos turned his gaze back to Moriah. I didn't ask you to help me keep my legacy or fight for my son to be my heir.. No…I can fix this, Moriah whispered, falling to his knees. His hands clawed at the earth. I tried to preserve your name, Kairos. I did it all for you. I didn’t ask for this, Kairos said, the fury now gone from his voice, replaced with sorrow. Let them go. And with those final words, Kairos’ body began to fade, the wind calmed, the dust settled, his form shimmered like breaking glass until, with one final gust of wind, his spirit dissolved into particles of ash and light, scattering across the room like stars.

“Smith,” I pried one eye open to see who’d call me. Immediately my stomach dropped. Kairos was standing ten feet away from me. His hands were in the pockets of his carpenter’s jacket. His facial hair was growing out, leaving him with a light five a clock shadow. His eyes didn’t hold any of the malice they usually did. He looked soft. Yet, I was still on edge. “What?” I said plainly. Kairos said nothing, taking a step forward before looking up into the sky at the snow. “I haven’t seen much of this,” he mused. “Moonraiser Keep is much farther south. We tend to just get rain.”

“He has return, the strings are placed. Maybe there is a way?” The void split opened and the God of Death was no more. He traveled through time and space, through dimensions and worlds, universes, galaxies. Everything seemed so little to him. A man named Kazuma, or Sir Kazuma, as he was known, stood at the edge of the forest. Tall oak trees made a perfect shade. He entered. Rows and rows of cobwebs blocked paths that he wanted to explore. Many years ago, when he was a lot younger he was know by a different name, a name that made people shiver. But that was the pass now, he hoped it was long forgotten to endless sands of time. He tried to live in the present and hope for a better future, ther

For what are you sighing? Do you know what is happening here? Do you think this is easy for me here? Reading all those W*****d books made me almost die out of love and here I am becoming a part of one. Do you know what tough situation–– He brought me another bowl and replaced my empty one with a full one. Now, now, what should I do? He is rich, he has a big family, he is young, he isn’t gay and can’t become one. But hey, what if he’s a gay?

- she added, and sobbing intensified. - "I would love to come back to you, mom, if you only let me.”- then Margareth joined our telepathic conversation. - "Margareth? Maggie? Is that really you?"- we both heard our mother's incredulous voice. - "Yes mum. Christopther was killed by the mages from Siberia, so I found Christina and told her that we should talk to you."- Margareth explained.

"If the world is rotten, can't we fix it, Mother? You said everything can be fixed no matter how destroyed it is; it can always be saved. Why can't we save the world, Mother?" "Yes, fix it. Fix whatever is flawed" It was the first time I'd seen her so peaceful. And when her eyes closed. It never opened again. So, yes, I did kill my mother. I betrayed her to live. I don't regret it, because I got to meet Kai. Living is worth it. How can the world where Kai lives be rotten? I'll continue to live in his perfect little world; he lights up my world, and his rays might be enough to scare away the dark.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

My thighs tightened instinctively, and an embarrassing wetness dripped down my inner thighs as I remembered the way I had been gulping Rhysand’s cock just two nights ago — thick, veined, stretching my throat until tears ran down my face. “Sit, Keresse,” Kairos said, lowering himself into the chair across the massive glass table. He spread his legs wide, wide enough that I could clearly see the thick print of his already hard cock straining against his tailored pants. Heat flooded my face. “I-I don’t need the job anymore. I need to leave now,” I said and stood up again. “Sit. Down.” Kairos’s tone didn’t rise, but the command cracked through the room like a whip.

“No, what does it mean?” “Lucy is one of the Cambions, the half demons, the ones prophcied to kill the Nephilim.” Ornais pointed out, staring off. Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. He knew about the prophecy but he never really paid attention to what it really said. All he knew was that if he managed to fuck up collecting Abigial’s soul Azazel, Abaddon, and Lucifer would have not only his head but Elizabeths as well. Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game.