Kindred Novels & Stories

“That doesn’t sound like good news.” “It isn’t good news.” “That also means the mate bond between you two is starting to take control of you.” Darius rubbed the bridge of his nose. “That’s what I’ve been afraid of all along.” At the same time, deep within Shadow Fang territory, Kieran stood in an underground chamber. Dozens of empty glass capsules were lined up before him. One of them still bore fading lettering: Subject VII. Kieran gently ran his finger over the glass. His gaze grew increasingly clouded by something indescribable.

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?

KB’s eyes lit up. “Kindred recognizes kindred,” Soree said before reaching for my hand. I looked down at her. “Watch,” she whispered. Maw slowly pushed her chair back. Her head canted to the side, but her eyes never left KB’s. “Phina?” “I don’t know that name,” KB said. “But I feel like I know you.” “Daughter,” Maw said, her eyes overflowing with tears. “That’s the same reaction Amyra had,” Soree said. “It must be true.”

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

The punch-in records were there as well. Amy was left speechless, then she tried to change the argument. "That’s because you set the work hours too early." I smiled. "Our working hours are the same as other companies. And didn’t you report us, claiming that our work schedule was chaotic? So this is basically self-inflicted." "I thought they were seriously wronged. Turns out it was a classic case of kindness breeding betrayal." "This boss is way too decent. He even gave subsidies. Where do you find a boss like that?"

Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying. As the scene played out in front of her, she realized she was stuck in yet another nightmare. Only instead of reliving the event she was looking at it through a microscope. She also noticed that Mr. Anderson resembled Azria too much to be coincidental. Azria had to be his son, or closely related to him. The more she stared at Mr. Anderson the more familiar his features became. The tip of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, the way he creased his eyebrows. Azria was identical to him. Boston Mass. 2000

“This has to be fake, right? Where did Ava find this prop? Even the smell is disgustingly realistic!” Sophia clung tightly to Chris with her head lowered. A faint smile curled at the corner of her lips. “This place is really scary. I’m so frightened! Since it’s not Ava, let’s get out of here!” Damon stopped poking at the corpse and was about to throw away the stick when a metallic object suddenly rolled out from inside the body. Sophia screamed in fright, and Chris held her close, ready to flee toward the door. However, Damon collapsed to the floor, staring and murmuring, “This… this is a mechanical heart!”

I opened one of them, gulped it, and put the other in my pocket. According to human legend, Kindred were a group of evil monsters that specialized in kidnapping beautiful girls and sucking them dry. They would also turn people who had been bitten into their own kind. If humans wanted to kill us, they would need sunlight, holy relics, or garlic. Obviously, they had never actually met one. These stereotypes were all vastly outdated. I opened the curtains, and bright sunlight streamed in. I took a deep breath and basked in its warmth. I loved the sunshine. Night was another story—especially at Hinland—and the girls here were better off not walking outside alone;

"What do you mean by warning? What will happen?" Ksatria looked at Khanza with longing and affectionate eyes. Even though this is not his real mother, but just a reincarnation of his mother, but still it seems that Ksatria have a very strong bond with Khanza in the present. “Dharma… he will start his attack, Mother. Father and Mother must be vigilant. Mom and dad have to stay strong and trust each other. " "Dharma?" “The evil spirit who always tries to harm the direct descendants of Father and Mother. The one who killed Mom and Dad. " "Wait a minute!" Kenzo stepped forward and shook his head. "Father? Mother? What do you mean mom an

Emine luxuriously settled into her plush chair, relishing the sensation as she perused the meticulously organized files her diligent secretary had sent her way. A surge of elation coursed through her veins, buoying her spirits sky-high. These files, oh, they revealed a captivating twist! The child, it seemed, was not a mere product of Kindred's lineage. No, no, far from it. According to the sent documents, this innocent little soul belonged to none other than Kindred's most formidable nemesis.