Kairos Novels Novels & Stories

Kael hadn't come back. He told me he wouldn't be long, but the field was nearly empty now. I looked toward the Temple wing, my mind wandering back to the way Kairos had held me. I could still feel the phantom heat of his hands on my waist. I could still see the hunger in his eyes before that warrior had cleared his throat and ruined everything. I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts. Kairos was marrying another woman in seven days. A woman carrying his child. I couldn't let myself hope.

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

’ My heart asked a lot of times, and my mind had a lot of replies but if I could choose any one of them, wouldn’t I just score more than a million on a hundred marks test. “Amelia, I think here the girl shouldn’t be too hard-headed.” “Why? She was kissed without permission.” “But these things happen in novel, people find it romantic.” “Well, that’s crazy!” “But this is how love in a novel works.” “Well then I hope she doesn’t find her true love!” I am seething now, literally seething. Why in every single novel a girl has to bear a dark forced kiss? Even in a boy’s love or girls love, the lead just has to be forced…

- 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.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.