Kalos Novels & Stories

Adonis asked, breathing hard at the man on the floor. Kalta smiled and stood up from the ground. He had to admit that Adonis was powerful and it was much expected. He had the blood of the Elkanel and and Lord Adonis running through him. "No boy. That is not all I have got." Kalta answered him and launched at him, a perfectly well-thought-out attack brimming in his head. He figured out that Adonis was fast and still discovering some of his powers. The best way to deal with Adonis is to confuse the little lad and take it up from there.

Its forest green Eyes stared unmistakably in the yellow fog of the tomb. He wore his back heavy fighting mount, reinforced by the dark plates of the Omega Guard, we had forged for him. His mere presence gave me the stability I had my tired muscles refused. “It’s a clean morse code,” Kael continued, and his deep voice vibratory soothing. ‘S-O-S-A-T-L-A-N-T-I-S. It is repeated every forty-two seconds. A relic from the time before the bunkers.”

"If I force that bridge, I don’t just carry the power. I carry the weight of every soul connected to this grid. If they feel fear, I feel it. If they suffocate, my lungs stop. It’s not just a surge—it’s an assimilation." Aris shoved him, not hard, but with enough force to snap Nikos’s focus back to the physical world. "Then assimilate! Become the god of this hellhole if that’s what it takes to stop the alarms. Can’t you hear that? The proximity sensor? Kalos is in the lift shaft, Nikos. He’s ten floors above us, and he’s not coming down to negotiate." "Kalos," Nikos spat the name like a curse, his eyes flicking toward the ceilin

“I heard you the first time but I don't want you back into my life.” “I know, Eira. And you’ve just missed the opportunity of my last loyalty. Well_,” he shrugged. “Coming back into your life isn't the reason I'm saying sorry,” a mysterious smile played on his lips. “What do you mean, Cal…?” My voice came to a pause in my throat and my eyes widened. Weakness attacked my legs as my body froze in place at the sight of Vogar who came out behind Caleb and stood in front of me. “Hello, Mate. Nice meeting you again,” Vogar showed me a nasty smile with a little mockery hand wave.

The ride was a plunge into madness. The Varek cavalry, five hundred of the kingdom's finest, poured out of the Grey Keep not as a unified phalanx, but as a pack of wolves joining a wild, chaotic hunt. Kaelen was at their head, his body a low, fluid line of predatory grace, his mind a cold, calculating machine that was processing the storm of information pouring through the bond.