Kindred Novels & Stories

"It's a pleasure to meet you all." "Do you have relations to Zeke Winterblood." The woman asked. Karen nodded. "He's my father. Actually he was my father." There was silence in the hall. All eyes turned to Kai except Karen. She could feel the tension in the room. It would appear that they all had heard about her father and his horrors. No matter how hard she ran she couldn't escape her last name, could she? "Let us begin." Kai spoke up and the tension vanished. "Any incidents of human sighting, bring it up now."

I need them to know that you don't have to be of a god to do the impossible. I understood her reasoning, but with what we do, the fear of death was eminent. She chose to stay human... and I didn't. End of book reading. My mouth dropped. So this is how they came to be. I was stunned. My mind ran a mile a minute until one particular thought came to the forefront. This was the decision Cimone made. A chilling realization bump that thought clear outta my head seconds later. Kwen is a direct descendant of Cimone and Celene. Then... how powerful is she?

“Besides. If you didn’t do it, someone else would.” Josie looked at the floor. “I tell myself that sometimes, but it isn’t as reassuring as you might think.” After a moment of silence, she asked, “Why did you ask about the men?” Kendra switched the baby to the other breast. “I think this little one was fathered by my husband.” “Truly?” Josie said with surprise. “I had no idea that you had a husband.” “Not only do I have one, but they made a cyborg in his image and sent it after me,” Kendra growled.

Jared I wake up feeling a little off. I feel extremely dizzy and I'm lying on someone's lap. I look around the room and see something I never wanted to. When Laynie told me, she was pregnant last year, I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to deal with it. As soon as I saw the baby pacifier I knew that everything I had put her through was wrong. So wrong. I have destroyed Laynie like my father destroyed my mother. My father. Shit. I need to call him. I'm going to be late today. The inspectors should be on the cite in a few days and I need to be there.

The three of them had a nice and warm breakfast together, filled with laughter and joy. Valle found himself in a dark and scary dream. This place was full of sad images and strange words that echoed in his mind, making him feel uneasy. He stood alone in a large, empty field when a creepy old woman appeared before him. Her eyes stared at him with a strong intensity that made him shiver. She spoke to him in a harsh voice, “Cursed are you. Evil is all you will be known for, and evil is all you will know.”

He needed to see if the person beneath the white sheet was truly Eleanor, but he was terrified of what he might find. As he gently pulled back the cloth, he was met with a face so marred it was unrecognizable. It was nothing like Eleanor's. "This can't be Eleanor. It just can't be! "Eleanor is beautiful. How could she ever look like...like this? No, this isn't her!" The doctor sympathized with the family's devastation. Death was final, and there was no changing that. He did his best to offer comfort. "Please, try to find peace. We were with her until the end..."

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

From upstairs I could still hear Nina sobbing through the front door, and Vivian on the other side, alternating between coaxing Nina and yelling at my dad. "Darling! Nina is your daughter–you can't be this heartless!" Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced down. It was my assistant. "Ms. Sterling. The work-up on Mrs. Sterling and Nina. We have it. It's exactly as you suspected." A faint smile tugged at my lips. "Send it over."

Chester's rage grew with every word, and he crushed my other foot beneath his heel. "However, both Susie and her sister have polycystic syndrome. How did you make Susie carry your child countless times? "And I'm supposed to have to find other men, like you, to father Susie's child? "However, it won't be long now. Susie, and the whole Lynch and Rogers clan, they're all going to be mine!"