Klee Novels & Stories

he growled after paying. “You forgot something” we turned to see Pierre; the poor man was carrying all the bags “The underwear is missing.” "Ah, fuck,” Alex groaned, squeezing my hand even more. Pierre started laughing as he guided us to "La perla", the most beautiful underwear store I had ever seen. “Don't these people know what cotton is?” mumbled Alex annoyed “These clothes are transparent allover” "Hey, Abbie, check this out." I looked confused at the diaphanous "cloth” that Pierre was showing me, just a triangle of black cloth held by three strips.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

KYLE RYLE DIONNE The President of the popular paranormal club the Blood +, tag by his title name as the ‘Black Rose Knight’, and one of the Academy’s seven popular students, ‘The Knight of the Seven Roses’. His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero.

He signs off with his initials JN. Kingsley Void: A wealthy pureblood who is related to royalty. His parents kept him shut in most his life until their last breath. He doesn't get out much and shared letters with Lyle over knowledge he had about the vampire resistance. When he first meets Lyle face to face they're shocked by each other's resemblance, discovering they're twins. He bestows a rare werebear to Lyle as well, he paid 25 grand for her in an auction. This shows he has money to burn for even strangers. He signs letters with KV.

I asked him. “Marquess Ilca Noarem Usain Sloven?” dad asked. That’s quite a long name for a single person or demon. “Who is that?” I confusedly asked. “This man,” he said, then he showed me a picture of the demon that he’s talking about in the air and it was Minus. “That’s him,” I said. “So he also went to your world,” he said. “I think so, and he destroyed quite a few properties in our world and I dealt with him,” I told him.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

I asked, taking a bite of syrup-drenched waffles. “He sent Booker,” Carter replies. I choke on my pancake. “He is just as bad as Ajax,” I gasp after expelling the food from my airway. Booker Kimble, codename: Veles. He is a taciturn weapons expert tactician with a blood kink. He reminds me of C.H.A.O.S.’s hellhound, Ransom. They both have adorable boyish faces with big blue eyes and thick lashes, but they are deadly like slow loris. You want to cuddle them because they’re so cute, but they are poisonous and will kill you.

My blood froze. "What's the message this time?" I questioned with irony. Kleyphon rolled his eyes, but opened a wide smile. He was too handsome, but that arrogance for knowing that he was on the winning side always made him kind of ridiculous. The blond hair was still long and reached the elbows. The strong arms were naked by the white tunic he wore, and the legs were also hidden by the white fabric, the feet were wrapped in golden sandals. He watched us as if we were a kind of interesting show, before getting up and closing his wings very slowly behind his back. His whole body shone in that beautiful white-pearl, but the halo that I knew was located in his throats like collars was not visib

~Celine~ “Can you get that awful thought out of your head?? You are not getting rid of the only thing that connects you to Kilhan!” Kiara yelled. “Why can’t I? It’s not like he wants anything to do with me anymore. Also, it’s not a baby yet. It can be easily flushed.” “Argh! I hate you, Celine. You know, sometimes I wish I wasn’t your wolf. You are just not reasonable.” Kiara responded, and I rolled my eyes.

The ringing sound of the doorbell follows. “Coming!” I get up and head to the door to find out who it is and what the person wants. I can't think of anyone who will be at the door this late at night. “How can I help you?” I question, scanning the unfamiliar figure I meet behind the door. His All-black clothing makes me instantly suspicious of him. “Are you Valery Hale?” The stranger asks back with his hands behind his back. How does he know my name? “Yes. How can I help you?” I ask again, still trying to decode his intentions.