Kairos Novels Novels & Stories

I'm shaking and feel weak on what I just saw, "Hey, are you okay?" He said but I just look at him like a fear cat, my tears started to fall. Kai, Kai will be die, He will be killed By me. What I am seeing?

Perfect hunting weather. Julise would have called me paranoid. Julise wasn't here. A shadow detached itself from the east wing. Small. Quick. Moving with that unnatural grace that set my teeth on edge. Her. I grinned and unsheathed my knife. Showtime. Kiara The archives smelled of dust and old books. Moonlight filtered through the high windows, illuminating row upon row of ancient tomes. Some were bound in leather so old it had cracked. Others in materials I didn't recognize—scales, maybe. Or skin.

A chilling realization dawned on Kai – the King of Shadows' whispers were strong, and Kairos, once a victim, was now being manipulated once more. A tense standoff ensued. Kai and Maya readied their weapons, but their hearts ached at the thought of harming Kairos.Anya, stepping forward, raised her hand in a gesture of peace. "Kairos," she spoke, her voice infused with empathy, "the darkness doesn't define you. We can help you fight it, just like we helped ourselves. Remember the light within you." Her words seemed to pierce through the fog of despair clouding Kairos's mind. A flicker of recognition sparked in his eyes, a struggle against the whispers' insidious control. The standoff continued

Johhan made the wisest choice he could make and returned quickly to the Underworld with the rest of the army. Elisabeth collected the ashes left over from Alistair and went on a journey to scatter them all over the world. Everyone thought he couldn't resurrect himself, but the Council preferred to be 100% sure. Alistair was too dangerous an enemy to ignore, even after his death. Nothing could be certain, since Alistair's gift was precisely to resurrect demons. Who knows, maybe it worked for him too?

Athesmos made his way out of the throne room and Vin walked quietly behind him, Athesmos humming softly to himself. *************** "You, my friend are slowly turning into a bitch in heat and it's beginning to hurt that I don't get to fuck that sweet heaven of yours." Kairos cleaned his mouth off Gouria's essence and emerged from underneath his spread thighs. "I've lost counts on how many times we do this." Kairos slumped down beside the laughing man. "Stop laughing well you!" He yelled. Gouria burst into loud laughter as he turned to face his best friend.

“Just tell me where I am!” “Okay then” he then started look serious as he was preparing to tell something. “This is the other world. The Inhabitants of this Land call this world Beaume. Compared to your original world, it is not as advanced and modern as you might expect. It’s approximately about halfway through what your world calls the medieval age. This is the time period of war between dominant countries and war against demon creatures.” He explained. He snapped his left hand, and in an instant, brought a cup out of nowhere. He sipped a little before he continued.

I thanked him and chose to take over for Xander. “My black veins occur because of the poison from these creatures. That was what attacked me at the bar that night. Had it not been for Kai, I would’ve died with that concentration. It’s how the Nokaura make new ones since they are incapable of breeding to replenish their ranks. Kai is very special because he is Kaiseus the Great, an Ancient Spirit who was one of the original wolf spirits of our kind. He’s legendary and renowned for his bravery and the lengths he would go to protect others. Kai doesn’t remember his past though, but we do.”

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

This story is entirely fictional. All places, names, characters, and settings of the novel are entirely fictional. They are in no way tied to real world events, or ongoing situations, besieged by the current society, although similarities can occur from time to time, during reading. By reading this novel, you do not hold the author responsible.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."