Kendra Fablehaven Novels & Stories

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six Kaida’s POV “Kaida?” a voice called softly. I lifted my hand and pointed into the darkness. A line of black smoke formed shapes that should not have existed. I saw wolves with too many limbs, maidens with hollow faces, a tall hooded figure whose eyes glowed even in the dark, men with unusual claws, and children whose heads were unusually big. I saw all of them. “Kaida!” I felt a hand on my body and it caused me to bat my eyelashes. I stopped looking right in front of me and realized the voice I had been hearing belonged to Alpha Kellan.

Dawn took the brunette’s hand, offering her silent support as Lillian proceeded to explain. “Your mother wasn’t just my closest friend, she was actually my cousin” the forty three year old took a breath to compose herself as this story wasn’t going to be an easy one to tell but she had to tell it, Lena had the right to know “Her real name was Cassandra Endora. She and I were extremely close as kids until her parents, your grandparents fell to the temptations of dark magic. Cassie did her best to stay out of it but given that she was only twelve, she didn’t have enough strength to fight it. Not when both her mother and father were pushing those ways onto her”.

The latter is a little unnerving. By the time we leave the meeting, we agreed on one thing which was to look out for the enemy at all times. We didn't know what Helena was planning and that takes me back to Deva's words. Helena is planning something evil. I have been reading this book for an hour and all I can get about the power stone is that Kara, my great grandmother was the first person to be blessed by the power of the stone and the last. The stone made her stronger and immortal and more powerful. It gave her a gift, the gift of life.

the fourth read and I watch in anticipation. I could barely keep an open eye as I desired to sit but the tension was overwhelming. "That's a lie!" Cahir defended and evander intended to lash his claws at him but I held his arm. I didn't know why but I always refrain him from hurting cahir which sometimes gets me confused. I sluggishly wave my head at him not to because if he hurts cahir, it might worsen the situation. Kendra seems scared but she tries to hide it. I was afraid that she might start her enchantment and perhaps either i or evander might go biserk.

The tent was empty, not a single soul in sight. Books were stacked neatly on a desk of sorts, a special place in a corner reserved for armor, swords, basically artillery for battle, a makeshift bed in another corner, Kendra went outside, but the kind giant was nowhere to be found, and it was almost morn, but there was still a little bit of darkness in the skies. She felt excitement seep through her bones. She could go through his stuff! Nobody had to tell her twice.

the playfulness was gone, replaced with a serious tone. "I am a little scared," Kendra admitted, looking down at her feet. "But I think that this will be the best way for me to help out the pack. I don't have a wolf, and I don't want to be a cook. I think that this will be good for me, and for everyone else. Besides," she forced a smile, spinning so she could show off her dress as it twirled around her. "Don't I look great in human clothes?"

"The baby was supposed to be mine. To raise, to train in my evil ways." My pulse thudded. So it was her. Before I could strike her down, another voice rang out. "You failed, witch," a cold voice said. Kendra emerged, dressed in crimson battle armor, every inch of her pulsing with a wicked, unnatural energy. Her once-curious eyes were now voids of cruelty. She walked until she stood beside Jezebel, and her voice rose like a curse. "Father," she called into the woods behind her. "You can come out now."

My breath grows shallow. Then finally—her voice comes. “This part of the Carnage is created to weaken wolf power,” Kendra says faintly in my head. “It’s covered in toxic magic.” My heart races instantly. At least, I’m not alone. Kendra should feel foreign to me. I should be scared about the mystery that surrounds me being a wolf, but it strangely feels like she had always been part of me before now. If I don’t die, I will find answers to everything. Why I didn’t have my wolf at age eighteen or before then- like every other wolves I know of.

I said as I watched her carefully, thinking there was definitely more to her than that which met the eyes. “I wouldn’t say years but yeah it’s been awhile” Kendra said before she took a small bite of her burger and made sure her beautiful brown eyes didn’t leave mine. She wasn’t intimidated by my question at the slightest and I wondered if she was telling me the truth, because if I had learned one thing about her today that was that she was feared no one and was tough as hell. “What were you and Gabriel talking about just before everything took a turn for the worst?” Kendra asked just as I changed the song that was playing in the background.

“Princess has too much drama.” Gabby inhaled, preparing to scream. I lifted one finger. She forced her mouth shut, but her eyes kept screaming in royal language. From the family room, Kendra appeared in an oversized sage green hoodie, biker shorts, mismatched socks, and brown hair twisted up with a claw clip. She was twenty-two, the neighbor next door who had originally offered to babysit “temporarily while saving my own money” and had somehow ended up with her own room in my house because my life was a childcare startup that had lost its investors.