Not All Skinfolk Are Kinfolk Novels & Stories

September 17 Quinn has told me there are those among the wolfin' who can breed with wolfin and create a new generation. These breeders are called kin, sometimes referred to as kinfolk. Quinn was trying to explain how wolfin society works, and as best I can tell, the wolfin are created through genetics. There are recessive genes and dominant genes and they, the wolfin, can smell it on others. I still don't understand any of this; I am a little over my head, but I am learning. I have discovered something interesting though. It seems all kin are born with a mark, kind of an imprint on their body. Whether they are aware of the birthmark or birthright is unknown. I was told that all wolfin

‎ ‎We are the reason strangers feel, without knowing why, that they have come home. ‎ ‎The pack is no longer a pack in the old sense. It is a loose, sprawling kinship that stretches across continents and species, bound not by blood or territory but by a shared way of living. They call themselves the Kindred now. They meet once a year beneath the oak, not for ceremony or law-giving, but simply to be together. To tell stories. To plant something new. ‎ ‎On the day the storytellers call the Thousandth Turning, the garden was fuller than usual.

Finn growled. But Sky only gripped our collars tighter, making our bodies jerk, startling us. “I don’t care where you want to go after this, but I am not letting my brothers leave this place without talking.” Finn and I didn’t have a resemblance, not even related by blood, only our families had a long history of friendship, but Sky had treated us the same, his younger brothers. We curled our lips, holding up our anger and annoyance at Sky.

I wrote, "I, Jessica Robinson, am not the one with leukemia, and I'm not in need of a bone marrow transplant, so William's house is not being promised to anyone! "Also, I have indeed severed all ties with the Robinson family. If Eric tries to convince you to donate bone marrow, make sure you investigate carefully. Any consequences from the bone marrow donation have nothing to do with me!" The group chat erupted once more. Some of the younger ones, who had a strong sense of right and wrong, started asking questions. "What's going on, Uncle Eric? Sarah's the one who's sick, so why are you saying it's Jessica?" "Are you being biased, Uncle Eric? You cut ties with Jessica, thinking she was sick,

When not with the pack, my cousins and I dropped the titles and went on a first-name basis. Seeing an opportunity to kill used to excite Finn the most in the world. I stopped the car, and he jumped out while growling and shifting immediately. I waited for him to finish the task while thinking about Nyla. She would assume I left because of her slap. I just left home an hour ago and was already missing her. I looked back at Finn to see how he loved to play with his prey. That Rogue wolf wasn't even in our territory but no wolves except the Rogues dared to venture out into this forest infested with the Skinwalkers. Only they were immune to the skinwalker magic.

"No, that's not the only reason. I'll admit maybe it is part of it. Skin is entirely different to Big King; his physique is. I have this thing for big guys, large arms and thighs. That's Big King; Skin is smaller, so it's not just the whole daddy complex." They all laugh, and I look at him. "You're doing it again! You just pointed out how Skin isn't your type. Why do you like him other than he's nice?" Shit, I did. Okay, I need to focus. They wait, and I shrug. I need to think of something. "Skin would be easier; he's not linked directly to my dad like Big King is; my dad's going to go crazy when he finds out." Queenie laughs. "You're failing at fighting this; you just basically admitted tha

Seeing their tattered clothes and frail bodies, most of the audience still chose to side with them. "No matter what, even if she won't help Edwin, she still has to support her parents." "She's their daughter, after all. Her parents raised her since she was little, so it's only right that she gives something back." "That's no excuse for her to be ungrateful and cut ties with them!" When they said that, I almost laughed out loud. I rose to my feet and slowly raked my gaze across all those fair-weather spectators. "Who said they raised me since I was little? Which one of you saw that with your own eyes? Moreover, I didn't choose to cut ties with them. If anything, they were the ones who abandon

"Hello friend of a friend. I am Mtungagore the Azanian warlock and this here is my daughter Mavengeni. I have already been notified of your predicament. I will assist. You rest two days then we journey back." These guys are all dark skinned. It's my first time seeing them all in one place. I have never seen such beauty. The women are all so breathtakingly beautiful. The man are all strong with well toned muscles. I look around and the scenery is breathtaking. The flora and fauna equally mesmerizing. A part of me just wants to settle here and forget everything. They may not be wolves who live in a pack, but in two days, I have learnt a lot. These people respect and value family. They're close

He asked her. "Well, most did. I'm not an expert, entirely, on the subject. From the history that's been gathered and documented by our organization, Skinwalkers were night predators." She put up her hands defensively, "Again though, it's just what we have documented. Our facts could be completely different from tribal beliefs and I'd rather not step on any toes."

His relatives, who would've loved nothing more than to tear me apart, would never conspire with me to pull off such a farce. "Nat, you've taken this joke too far. It's not funny anymore," Shane said as he slowly approached me. Before he could get any closer, Hailey tugged at his sleeve, her saccharine voice grating on my ears. "Shane, I'm sure Nat didn't mean to do this. She probably just loves you too much. You should try to understand her. After all, she comes from a poor family. She doesn't have money, let alone love."