Mowgli X Kaa Novels & Stories

And the anxious mothers would take up the call: “Look—look well, O Wolves!” At last—and Mother Wolf’s neck bristles lifted as the time came—Father Wolf pushed “Mowgli the Frog,” as they called him, into the center, where he sat laughing and playing with some pebbles that glistened in the moonlight. Akela never raised his head from his paws, but went on with the monotonous cry: “Look well!” A muffled roar came up from behind the rocks—the voice of Shere Khan crying: “The cub is mine. Give him to me. What have the Free People to do with a man’s cub?” Akela never even twitched his ears. All he said was: “Look

Koa's eyes darted between his mommy and daddy, distracted—until Moa suddenly pulled him out. Koa: Huh? Outside the door, once it shut: Koa stiffly turned his head. ‘What’s with my sister? Did she evolve or something?’ Moa clapped her hands, beaming up at him. “Brother, you’re so heavy! Hehehe, did I scare you? Don’t worry, I’ve always been strong.” Inside the room. Briella bit her lip, just as she opened her mouth to speak. Diego’s smile faded. He moved first.

Koa pointed up, bouncing in his seat. Kai gasped. “It does! It looks like Daddy when he’s mad.” Ashwin chuckled softly. “Ishaan doesn’t get mad.” “Yes, he dooooes!” Kai dragged the word out. “Remember when me and Koa put the fake spider in the shower? He got mad sooo bad.” Ishaan let out a snort. “That wasn’t mad. That was me being disappointed.” Koa giggled. “No, Baba, you said bad words.”

Three rogue wolves circle him, their eyes feral as they stalk him. One lunges, Kiara’s eyes flare, she lifts her hand and whispers something I don’t understand. The wolf’s body snapped midair— It collapsed to the ground lifeless. Kael doesn’t hesitate. He shifts partially, and goes for the two wolves at once. He grips them by the jaw and slams them together before twisting their necks. My pulse races, Kael looks different, like a killing machine. He didn’t hesitate to rip them apart. He looks at me with his side eyes once.

I responded. "So, you want to know about Kaal?" He chuckled. I looked at him in confusion. "How does that even matter? Rudraneel, Kaal, they are the same," I responded. "They might seem the same to you. But trust me, Kiara, they aren't. Kaal is ruthless, he doesn't care about anyone. While Rudra does care about his family and people. Kaal has no emotions but Rudra has," he started to explain to me the differences between Rudra and Kaal.

Kai lowered himself slightly, motioning for me to climb onto his back. I hesitated for a second. I had never ridden a wolf before, and Kai was so huge, but I trusted him. Carefully, I swung my leg over his back and gripped onto his thick fur. The moment I settled in place, he stood up fully, his strong body beneath me solid and steady. He let out a powerful howl that echoed through the night, and the entire pack howled back in unison. It sent shivers down my spine. Then, with a swift movement, Kai took off, following his pack into the woods.

The morning sun hung low, warm on my shoulders as I walked along the stone path toward the stream behind the packhouse. Kael had gone ahead earlier, promising to meet me there. I could already hear him before I saw him, his voice low and rough with amusement as Milo argued with Storm about something that clearly didn’t matter. “You can’t teach pups to spar by bribing them with honeycakes,” Storm said, exasperated. “Why not?” Milo countered. “It worked on me when I was six.” “That explains a lot,” Kael muttered, and I heard the splash of water, then Milo’s indignant yelp as someone (I’d bet my life it was Kael) pushed him into the shallow part of the stream.