Kindred Novels & Stories

"Very well, then. Quince it is, and where are you from?" "The region of Sa'ar, from a town called Kindellend." "Oh really?" "Yes, sir. My father was a fisherman on the North Sea." "That's interesting..." he said, considering. "A good friend of mine was from there. Tyberion Ibori. You remind me of him quite a bit, actually." Kelvin nodded. "I knew him. He and his family showed my family a lot of kindness," Kelvin relayed, moving his hand over his chest with emotion. "I grew up with his daughter. She's a good friend of mine."

"And now there's something else." "There's always something else." I managed a weak smile. "That's the lesson, isn't it?" He pulled me into a hug, fierce and desperate. I held onto him, burying my face in his chest, breathing in his scent cedar and storm winds and home. The bond between us pulsed warm and steady, a lifeline in the dark. "We'll figure it out." He murmured against my hair. "We always do." "Together?" "Together." Kael's voice broke in. "The Kindred have heard stories about the old powers, fragments, mostly. Things passed down through generations." He paused. "I never thought they were real."

A sense of foreboding creeps over her, unsettling her to the core. In particular, the last entry reveals a weighty revelation. As Selena scrutinizes the words, the truth unfolds before her eyes. The author of this journal is a Merfilk, a former human who has undergone the transformative process of becoming a merfolk. The implications of such knowledge send a shiver down Selena's spine. It is a secret that holds both danger and uncertainty, demanding her immediate attention.

The land itself groaned beneath their feet. The rift pulsed like a heart, veins of black light spiderwebbing out into the soil. “Hold formation,” Kieran barked. Elizabeth stepped forward, her golden aura flaring. Solbrand gleamed, hungry for battle. And then, Something stepped through. Tall. Slender. A silhouette of thorns and starlight. Its voice boomed in their minds. “She burns with the Flame of the End. She must be unmade.” Kieran didn’t wait.

I wanted to, but deep down, I knew it was impossible. Reina may be the most feared killer, but to me, she is just Reina. A girl who once had a kind heart but was forced to hide it because the world is not kind to people like her. The world is cruel to those who are soft, so she learned to be tough. She created a new version of herself—one that was dangerous, strong, and feared by many. She became someone who gave orders instead of following them, someone who didn’t hesitate to fight back.

she revealed, her voice heavy with sorrow. At that moment, I felt a surge of empathy for Kendra, realizing the depth of her feelings for Ryle and the heartache she had endured. Nervousness prickled at my skin as I watched Kendra's demeanor shift suddenly. The kindness that had been there moments ago vanished, replaced by something colder, more calculating. I avoided making eye contact with her, sensing that something was amiss. Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed a black book with the Lycan Hotel logo on a desk next to Ryle's picture.

Kylie's smile vanished like a switch. "Aaron, what are you doing here?" I walked in slow, eyes locked on the birthday cake sitting smug on the table. It hit me like a punch to the chest. My kid had just died in a hospital bed. And her mom was up here, throwing a party for someone else's son. Caleb noticed me staring and jumped in with that fake smile. "It's Evan's birthday. His surgery went great, and he's healing fast. Kylie came to celebrate. Since you're here, why not have some cake?"

I would like to add some dedications, as well. To my best friends, Josie and Natalie, you guys supported me through this book and I am forever greatful. I love you both so, so much. My parents, who supported my dreams to work on and finish this book. You two are such important figures in my life, and I am forever thankful for you. And to all of my readers, who kept me going. I love you all so much <3

“Give these people a proper burial.” Her eyes wandered around the town till she noticed a child fighting for her life at one corner of a simple hut. Hoisting up her skirt Morrigan hurriedly went to the child. When she touched the child it was running a really high fever and is even in her delirious state. “Where are your parents?” She inquired. The young child tried to open her mouth to speak but nothing went out of her mouth. “Colfre!” Her voice cracked as she called for him. “Yes, my queen?” She hurriedly extended her hands and looked at the pair of hazel eyes in front of her. “A flask of water.” Colfre gave her the flask of water hoisted on his waist. Morrigan’s hands were shaking as she

"Ms. Brown, we understand how you feel, but the children are innocent. You're their teacher. How could you hurt them?" I regretted taking a job at this kindergarten. It was the worst mistake I had ever made. If I hadn't taken it, my daughter wouldn't be missing. I checked the time and answered coldly, "There are 28 minutes left. You don't want any casualties, do you?" William panicked. "We've already thrown every resource at the search, but you can't expect us to find someone in half an hour." I roared, "I already told you. She never left this kindergarten! Find her!"