Kindred Novels & Stories

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

"What are you crying about? You scared that woman so bad she miscarried, and now you're the one upset?" "Her baby wasn't healthy," Alice shot back, tilting her head defiantly. "The doctor said it would have Down syndrome, so it's better it didn't make it! How's that my fault?" Helena let out a big sigh from the back seat. "I can't tell if this girl's a good or bad one." Grandma reached over and stroked my hair, saying, "Zoe's the good one." After Grandma finished her walk in the park, Helena had to stop by the hospital to pick up Grandma's medications, so we all went with her.

Ruth said, now somewhat calmer. "The armed police?" Kiran was shocked. "Yes! That thing, dark and neither human nor ghost, causes everything it touches to die, and it's extremely cruel." Ruth involuntarily squeezed her legs together as if afraid she might wet herself. Kiran knew this Aki was extremely dangerous. Thinking of Gu Mistress's face swarming with Gu worms was disgusting even to him as if seeing a ghost, let alone Aki. Considering Redwood's dark fur, everything seemed understandable. "Don't worry, I can handle it," Kiran reassured her.

Clark. Mrs. Sherman asked: [Why another group?] Mr. Clark: [Huh? There is one person missing. Why isn’t Mrs. Jones in this chat?] Miss Zinn typed solemnly: [I am so sorry. I just received news—Veren has died in an accident. At the same time, Justin’s mom found a small card given by Miss Never on Justin. Please, check your children carefully for any suspicious cards.] Mrs. Sherman replied: [This is terrifying… and it’s only the second day?]

Kendra sucked in air as a vision of Queen Isabo appeared before her. The a****n queen was standing amongst a small group of aliens. It was Kendra’s first view of the aliens occupying inner earth. They looked exactly like the ones on the surface. She shuddered with repulsion as the memories of her time as their prisoner fluttered through her mind.

The Progenitor Factor flowed from him to his brothers, rewriting their corrupted DNA, overwriting the failsafe that had been killing them. One by one, the dying wolves rose from their beds. And one by one, their fur darkened to that same light-eating black that marked Valerius. Three thousand Void Kindred. An army of darkness, bound to Jack Sterling by blood and gratitude. "This is either very good or very bad," Haley commented from the speakers. "I can't decide which." Jack was sitting in the medical wing's waiting area, watching the last of the treatments conclude. Katherine was asleep in a private room, her body recovering from the ordeal. His parents were

Sherry found this strange, almost unsettling. Two weeks into this life, and people had treated her like a pawn, disregarding her as if her individual worth didn’t matter. In that time, this woman, who managed the store, knelt before her without even a moment’s hesitation. The gesture touched Sherry. It was often said that in the bleakest moments, the smallest kindness felt like a light in the dark, a reminder that some trace of humanity lingered, even among people as ruthless as those in the Cross Empire. "These are crafted by a master cobbler in southern Bone lake," Gen explained, lifting a pair of dark, inky blue heels that resembled a midnight sky. From afar, they appeared black, but upon

Keep the place warm for when it was needed. Drexus shut the door behind us. “Sit.” Jarett and I sat on the floor because there were no chairs. My knees touched his. He didn’t take my hand. That was the first thing that scared me. An elderly woman stood. She had grey hair in a braid down to her waist. There were runes carved into her walking stick. Her name was Maren. Maren looked at me like she was reading something written under my skin. “Then it’s true,” she said. “The binding woke her.”

They pulsed once, faintly, as if recognizing him — or fearing him. “She found a letter,” Adam continued. “Written in the Script of the First Blood. You know the name?” Kaid didn’t answer. His expression gave enough — the flicker of recollection, the ghost of his father’s voice whispering of monsters too ancient to name. “It calls to her,” Adam went on. “Through blood and bond. And if it wakes fully, it will not stop at her.” Kaid’s eyes darkened — gold dimming to a burnished amber. “You think she’s in danger?” he asked.

Jeffrey crossed his arms as Ryan clenched his fists. "You just can't--" Ryan was saying but Jeffrey interrupted again. Apparently he wasn't done talking. "Also enough with the ungrateful talk. I did give you a choice to come along with us but you refused spouting nonsense about keeping Rita's dream alive. You dare not say you aren't a Zintez either as I send you five million per year to use for your up keep since we left, everything about all the vehicles is funded by my company and the house is always stashed with food as I make sure you get supplied with foodstuffs enough to feed the whole army every month! If you still claim you aren't of my blood I'll demand for a refund of all the money