Kendra Fablehaven Novels & Stories

Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.

Her eyes travel further afield, to the heart of the forest, where a nimbus of brilliant silver blooms in the shadows. She smiles as the cold wind tugs on her hair, and she sends a tune out along the breeze, towards the silvery light. The oldest song she can remember. A lullaby. Soon, she’ll be free. She’ll destroy it. Music made magic, the chain unbroken for a thousand years. All the players are assembled. The hour is late. The first move is hers. Let the game begin. Author’s Note Hi! I’m Saskia Snow, the author of Fable. The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby.

“What, did you think that we would live in forests like some kind of wild animals? I blink nervously before forming words. “Why would I think that? I have never thought you existed in the first place.” “True.” “Kendra Klain is part of one of those strong families, no?” “Yes, she comes from a lineage of business oriented werewolves.” He pauses before continuing. “You really should not concern yourself about her, she means nothing to me.” And neither do I, I remind myself of that bet.

There was a sigh and the rustling of fabric, then the soft snores resumed. “Come on, let’s go back to bed. Long day tomorrow. ” Rain crawled back to the far wall and patted the rags beside her. With a sniff, I crawled over to join her. “There you go. You never told me your name.” I snuggled up against Rain’s side, letting her cover me with a threadbare towel. “I’m Kendra.” I said after a moment. “Well Kendra, welcome to the Shaded Paws pack. Welcome to Hell.”

"I need it to be broadcasted live across the packs, my reputation has been ruined and I want the whole world to know whether truly I'm a traitor." With Alpha kael signal, the camares was set and the live broadcast started, I stepped forward and Raine handed me the staff one more time. "I, Lyra Vale, the daughter of the previous Alpha of Blood Hollow Pack stand before the Sacred Alter Of the Moon Goddess to swear that I never collided with the rogues, neither did I Betray my pack or plot treason, if I'm so guilty, I implore the moon goddess to strike me dead right now."

she asked as her voice thundered across the room. “Looks like someone is beginning to regain her strength, you couldn’t move a muscle when I was leaving” she mocked before having a sit. “Tell me who's the lost soul” she said having no time to argue with a Ernaline. “Well, her name is Karen and the person who kept her soul from coming to the realm would be Lewis or should I say Arson Corner” she reported “Isn't Arson, the son of the.....” “Yes..... the soon to be alpha of the Raven clan.” She said waiting for her responses.

They shared the knowledge and insights they had gained, encouraging others to see the magic in everyday life and the power of unity in the face of adversity. As the years passed, Havenbrook flourished, guided by the hero's wisdom and the lessons they had brought from distant realms. The town became a living testament to the power of compassion and the potential within every individual to make a difference. One evening, as the sun set over Havenbrook, casting a warm glow across the town, Alex stood by the riverbank, the place where their journey had begun. The pendant that had led them to The Enchanted Realm still hung around their neck, a symbol of the magical destiny that had forever change

"What the fuck?" I asked, my arm sliding around Kiema's shoulders. "I'm not sure I heard you right. I'm going to join some gods and/or goddesses who want to destroy humanity?" She leaned forward, her body almost vibrating. Ten/Saint nodded. "That is what the book seems to be saying." "Is that what Anda could have meant in the spirit landscape? About Kiema being bigger and more powerful than we knew or understood?" Xander asked, his expression pinched.

Then, she took out a bead with a hint of fragrance. For some reason, there was only half of it. Kairi set the bead in Harvey’s hand, smilingly. “The seventh princess of the Wolven Tribe, Kendra Klein, is my sworn sister. “I won’t ask what you’re purpose there… “But if you need to, bring the bead to her. “You don’t need to hold back.”

The one who nearly ended her dance career by breaking her legs. If it were not for Lance, my ten years of unspoken love might have never had the chance to be voiced. I thought my devotion had moved her. Now I realize that I was nothing more than a lifeline she grabbed onto in her darkest days. I could never have imagined that this so-called love would indirectly cost my mother her life. It was because of her passing that I learned the truth. The woman I had always thought was ordinary and gentle was in fact the only heiress of the top-tier Stone family in the capital.