Kindred Novels & Stories

The looming threat of the rogue werewolves, now more organized and dangerous than ever, had forced even the most rivalrous clans to unite under a common cause. Alex Robert Macrobat, a 30-year-old werewolf and mother, stood beside her son, Prince Kai. Alex’s journey from a human to a werewolf had been marked by tragedy and transformation. She had embraced her new identity after her mother was killed by a werewolf, leading her to the United States where she met her werewolf clan and learned to control her werewolf form. Alex eventually gave birth to Kai, who inherited her werewolf genes and bore a striking resemblance to his father, Kim.

She walked over to an iron-bound wooden chest in the corner, took a small key from the chain around her neck, and unlocked a hidden compartment at the bottom. When she turned around, holding a thick, leather-bound book tied with a dark blue ribbon. She came back and pressed it into my hands. “What is this?” I asked. “It holds everything I know about being a Sayer,” Kiara whispered. “The powers, fates, forbidden things, ancient marks, and the realms. I even wrote down what I found about Sayer lineages and pregnancy, because our biology is different from normal wolves. Take it. Keep it safe. If anything happens to me… you need to know who you are and how to survive.”

Marcus barked, sweeping his gray mantle back as he began barking orders to the vanguard, herding the families toward the grand stone staircase with quick, practiced discipline. I turned back to Killian. He stood up, his towering frame silhouetted against the roaring hearth. The gold runes etched into his broad chest were pulsing in cadence with my own—a steady, synchronized heartbeat of hybrid fire that flared brighter as the heat from below rose through the stone.

They heal, survive, and are untouchable. This one isn't. Something stole that from him, and I've seen this before. Not in person, but in my mother's secret notebooks. Wolves torn apart by something that shouldn't exist, something that could make them weaker and less strong than they are. She called it Project Fenrir, and she died three days after writing that name. Kieran steps between me and the body, blocking my view like a wall of muscle and menace. His eyes aren't on me; they're fixed on the corpse, glowing faintly, gold bleeding through the dark.

it's her the only Keerthi Kyler because she had many weird habit which made her extraordinary . After coming to her cabin ...she connected chip with laptop and started searching something....Adam came and gave tea to her...she took a sip and said "Minion ...see this...the rate of vanishing people who were connected with the group V.H. ...all vanished from many bar...and the leftover normal people who were found death in many places at morning or night they are having one problem which was their all blood was drained fully...even their body became white ...in their body they got one kind of saliva which was similar with Bat...you can understand what I meant ...what say???" 🤔

Blackness poured through, not like smoke, not like mist, but like hunger given shape. A hand emerged. Long. Skeletal. Its fingers stretched impossibly far, knotted and twisting, a dripping void where skin should be. It was made of something that had never known light. Kaine didn’t move. He couldn’t. His breath hitched, his body paralyzed. The infants in his arms didn’t cry. They looked up at the thing reaching for them with wide, eerily calm eyes. “Move!” Riven shouted, wings bursting wide.

Not having a wolf, I couldn't distinguish between our kind and humans as I also lacked all the other benefits, such as a heightened sense of smell, night vision, and an extraordinary immune system. "Sit, please," a woman who looked to be in her late twenties with curly, black hair and whom I'd come to know as Helena, said to me, gesturing at a chair. She'd never been particularly friendly, even after knowing her for nine months now. I took a seat, leaving a chair empty next to a couple that was really into PDA, turning away from them.

I awoke fully rested. After I dressed and crammed a bagel in my mouth, I sat at the dining table with a book on forces of natures. I poured through the open pages. There were the four seasons, death, time, age, gravity, fate, light, sound, each of the elements, love, hate, and so many more. Finally I found Karma. The drawn picture of her was beautiful. She had dark hair and deeply tanned skin. Although, her eyes were drawn hard. I hoped they weren't actually like that.

I took out the kite when I was completely drenched in water when I was shivering from cold when I was numb for a second and when I was at infinity. and the next thing I remember my dad was looking at me as if I have swallowed something against his will. my mother was horrified as I have killed someone. and there was a guy who was older than me. who was staring at me as if I was a piece of disgust? the heated hard stare was directed at my eyes, the heated hard stare which was quivering me from inside. the heated hard stare was piercing my body into thousands of pieces, the heated hard stare was making me blind ahead of thousands of eyes.

I tug at the top of my hoodie, pulling it further down over my head as I weave my way through the smelly humans. Once I reach the building Zander directed me to, a small sigh escapes my lips with relief. According to Zander, this place was an apartment complex which was originally built by a witch, and it was passed down through the generations. They didn’t usually accept wolves, but he’d put in a good word, and me having the rent in cash didn’t hurt either.