Kindred Novels & Stories

She just couldn’t recall it. “The fact that the Beast Crystal reacted to her shows that she is indeed of our kind. But I cannot recall any other family with our power.” Aiden mumbled to himself while rubbing a blue stone in his hand with great care. The stone was dim. But the occasional flickers it gave showed that it was not dead, but alive!

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

" Joe asked from behind her. "It's a birthmark borne by children who were touched by a goddess from another realm," She said casually. "Wait, what?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I read about it in a book," She said. "What book?" Joe asked. Lydia stopped walking and took off her backpack. She opened it and took out a large book and handed it to Joe. "This book..." She said. The book was large and on the cover, it had the word "TROLEYADIA" on it in large font.

I knew he was telling the truth. Karen was a danger to my kind. I was angry that the goddess would curse me like this. I returned to the house an unhappy man. I found Karen sleeping when I entered her room. I remembered how she had peed on herself out of fear. I remembered how she was shaking and screaming. The girl was ordinary. She had no Hunter powers, and she was alone and scared. Why would life deal her such a terrible card? She was truly unlucky.

Indianna shrugged her shoulders and looked at her nails, not liking everyone’s eyes on her. “Hiya, Indianna,” Kirstie said and smiled brightly. “I’m Greyson’s older sister, Kirstie.” “Hi,” Indianna mumbled and Kirstie arched an eyebrow. “She is a quiet little thing now isn’t she?” She chuckled. “Sugar, we’re going to give you answers now,” Greyson said and Indianna nodded. “Indie, you know we have a connection. That connection is impossible between humans.” “Humans?” She asked quietly. “If you’re not humans then what are you?”

I looked around admiring the hotel chosen, it's not that big but I love the fact that it's close to the beach plus the flowers around the hotel make look peaceful. The venue is amazing. "Son please shave those beard growing off, you look like a homeless person." Ace was about to say something before a girl from nowhere stops in front of us. "Auntie, congratulations." She gives Javi's mum a hug. She's so pretty, her jet black hair so long and curly totally shaming my annoying hair. "Charlotte you made it." They release each other, I didn't fail to notice Ace's eyes fixated on her like he's hypnotized.

It was only after inquiring from one of my men that I learnt she had since entered the house. My heart raced at the thought, because I knew general Karen was one of the people that hated their kind the most, and on a personal level since her younger brother had been killed in the war against them. And general Karen was also a Red Wolf, a special and rare breed of wolves that never gave up until the blood of their opponents touched the earth.

I glanced at Terry, who stood nearby, his expression mirroring my determination. "We need to gather as much evidence as possible," I stated, my voice steady despite the turmoil. "We must ensure that Mrs Jenkins faces justice for all her crimes." Finally, a worn leather-bound book caught my attention. Its pages were yellowed with age, its cover adorned with intricate symbols that hinted at its dark nature. As I gingerly flipped through the pages, a sickening realisation washed over me. This was Mrs Jenkins' grimoire, a repository of her dark magic and twisted knowledge.

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