Kala Jadu Novels & Stories

Silas pov The secrets were being laid out one by one, secrets that I would have never had a grasp on. “First of all, my name is Jade and I'm an orphan. I have a younger brother and a best friend.” “My dream is to eliminate all evil and turn the entire realm into a peaceful place, no dark magic, no taboo creation and a realm where everyone is treated fairly, both people with gifts and those with none.” “Joker.” Lana said, the mockery in her laughter was loud.

"There is no spell to speak to dead. Jada was born with the Sight, the gods gifted her the ability to see and speak with the dead." "Huh," Jada murmurs, her eyes back to normal. "What?" "She went back to the clans and had one of the elders put her under a sleeping spell," Jada tells me. "What? A sleeping spell? Why?" She shrugs. "There's lots of reasons. It can help you remember stuff or solve problems or just help you get some decent rest. It's a difficult spell though, it takes years to master and doing it wrong can lead to a never-ending coma," she says.

" Chimalma brought over a small wooden plate with scraps of meat and offered it. It looked undercooked and not entirely appealing but Lloyd took it, not about to offend them by not doing so. Despite the outward appearance, it was rather good. "She will lead you to the base of the caves where you may find some answers," the man looked into the flames. "Beware any voices you hear and remember that things also may not be what you believe. The creature you seek has existed since before time began. He is loyal to those who summon him, as are all the beasts here, but once deceived, he turns." "How do you know all this?" Lloyd dared interrupt, frowning as soon as the words left him. "Well, I guess

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

This crystal was said to hold the power to bridge between realms and unlock unimaginable potential. Valen, driven by his insatiable curiosity and desire for knowledge, was the first to be drawn to the crystal. As he touched it, he felt a surge of energy unlike anything he had ever experienced. It whispered secrets of the cosmos, promising to reveal the true nature of their cosmic adversary.

she continued. Miss Mata stands fiercely, ready to fight. Angrily stared at the dark tornado. “She is a Kala witch. Jheval, a soul thief and an eye eater. I cannot defeat her, she took my eyes before that’s how I died a century ago.” She says and Mike placed Helena’s puppies into their basket. “So, how old are you this year?” Rasmiah says which made Miss Mata groans and rolls her brown eyes.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

She couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. “I can heal your son,” she said confidently, looking directly at him. Only a few people knew about the curse that passed down upon their family, and luckily, she had learned about it in her past life. The Adelsteins blood was poisonous, and during the red moon, the eldest son, suffered unimaginable pain. She could use this secret to her advantage.

She asks immediately when we reach the quieter place. " I'm Jada Costa. I heard that you and Jacob were so close before he died. Did he leave you anything behind?" I ask getting to the point. "Something like what?" She asks but I have seen a flicker of emotion pass through her eyes. Her eyes are just like Jayden's but duller. Her hair seems unruly from all the pins placed on different places. She seems 5"5 tall making her slightly shorter than me. "A chain, anything electronic. A car. You know those." I say and she seems deep in thought. As she touches her blue headphones around her neck. So he got her those.

I halted and turned to Jada, who was talking with Logan, and she bobbed her head with a smile. I spent most of my day listening to them blabber about school, kid parties, and werewolves, among other things. No matter how excited or happy my day went, I couldn't get off the fact that I was having recurring dreams of the man, the dagger, and the book. I still saw the weaves, but on rare occasions. I felt its power the day we were by the river. The energy exuding from it was extremely powerful, and I was eager to discover the source of this madness.