Kindred Novels & Stories

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

"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

There was a large incision across my waist. Without meaning to, my spirit drifted out of the operating room. Outside, my three brothers, who used to dote on me, were discussing me in disgust. “If she hadn’t run off and gotten herself kidnapped by one of our family's enemies, Sophia wouldn’t have one kidney destroyed, and the other failing.” Matt Blythe, my second brother, said. His face bore no affection for me, only coldness. “Exactly. Ava’s so selfish and impulsive. She knew her kidneys were the best match for Sophia, but she kept pretending to be sick just to avoid donating.”

Kindred law stipulated that if a member did not have a mate, he or she must enter a forced slumber every 80 years, using the time to reset their life and odds of being bonded. However, this came with high risk: when one was sleeping, anyone could discover them and turn them into a Berserker. Or they could be burned. Hibernation was a secret to every Kindred, but it was also dangerous. I couldn't tell you anymore how many times my life had been reset. I lost count after somewhere around the eighth time. Whatever. I didn't care about the Blood Bond. Right now, I just wanted to enjoy life. After a proficient operation, I made my fa

"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.

She paused for a slight second, and looked around the room like she was checking to see someone. "My name is Akira, and I was sold to this man by my wicked stepmother. I've been dealing with living here with absolute carefulness, because I know that my next second isn't certain." She narrated. "So, what does he do? Why does people fear him?" I asked. Her mood suddenly changed. "Alpha Kieran, is the most evil and richest mortuary attendant. He kills, extract souls, imprisons spirits, and sells the bodies of his victims." She explained, and I gasped in shock.

Each slice of flesh they heard made them quicken their pace every second and there was deafening screams everywhere. When Mortimer looked behind him, he saw Kyra moving very fast and killing off everyone before they would even sneak into their homes. Torches were thrown in the wrong directions and it started to burn their houses down. The bloods of the people of Cinderville was sucked up into the very ground which they walked on, just as she had said and Kyra showed no mercy. They already pushed her too hard and made her embrace the side her mother had always cut her from when she was still alive. The dark side…Caitlin already foresaw the things that possessed her and she was trying to cut h