Rufus Kindred Novels & Stories

The door of the off-road vehicle flung open before a tall man leaped out. In just a few strides, he rushed to my side and caught me just as I was about to collapse. "Raine?" I struggled to lift my eyelids, which were heavy and matted with frost. In my fading vision, the man's face slowly came into focus. It was Conrad Cross, my former neighbor and my senior back in high school. I'd heard rumors that he'd gone on to lead a specialized civilian search and rescue team, spending his years rushing into dangerous hellscapes.

Eliza suddenly screamed. Beside the dead man's body, a small boy burst out from the shadows and clung tightly to the armored vehicle's door. "Take me with you, miss. Please—take me with you!" His eyes were dark and feral, completely devoid of grief over his father's death, more like a wolf cub than a child. Only kids who had survived in the radiation zone by feeding on corpses ever looked like that. Their humanity had long since been worn away.

Rufus’s heart bled when he heard her panic voice. “Rufus…” “No! He hated me! He hated my children because they’re partly humans and they’re weak. He’s going to kill them, me and my baby. Please save me Rujan… please… please…” “My love…I…” he approached her but stopped when he saw her clinging too tight to Rujan. Her eyes widened with fear. He stepped back and opened the door to leave. But he stayed outside. She was crying, and not simple tears. Not with mere guilt. Every sob sounded as if it ripped a new piece of her heart out, as if every dream she’d ever had had been crushed forever.

I had been cross-referencing it with shell companies and burned villages. I stepped back, looking at him like he was a stranger. "Your father," I whispered, "is the man I've been investigating for three months. The one who owns the pharmaceutical front. The one whose name is on the land records of a village that burned down eighteen months ago... with forty-three people still inside." Jax climbed down from the counter, his expression hard and serious. "Kai...." "Forty-three people, Jax!" My voice was shaking with anger.

“No!” Rufus yelled, Cole turned to him and smash the butt of his gun against his head, causing his forehead to bleed. “You fucking injected my woman with wolfbane, and dared to try and kill Aaron!” “You bastard! You killed my son!” Rufus cried loudly in evident anguish. It was clear he had lost his mind. “Oh, I intend to off all your fucking sons! You idiot!”

I shook her off and asked, "Abigail, what gives you the confidence to think that I would definitely choose you?" Abigail reacted as if she had heard the greatest joke. "Who else could it be? The Waller family just suffered a catastrophic investment failure. The Preston family's daughter is chronically ill. As for the Sutton family—" Her lips curved into a cruel smile. "Their daughter is just there to fill the numbers. She's not even worth mentioning. Connor Foster, you have no other option but me." Everything would be clear on my birthday. I had no interest in continuing to be the subject of their gossip.

Asked Rufus, in total confusion, he couldn't care less of what the Queen and the prince had become. "Don't your parents taught you nothing?" Flavius was staring at him, with disapproval on his look, for the lack of knowledge. "I was left to die by my mother she didn't care to raise me so why would she care to teach me anything about werewolves or vampires or even lycans? I was raised by a couple of humans who found me and took pity on me!" Rufus snapped with indignation giving him a red color, but he was struggling to keep in control of his wrath.

*** "My whole life, I've been in Blue Moon. I had no parents, no siblings. No one would tell me where I came from. All I knew was I woke up one day and my life had started. There was a big hole in my memory and I couldn't remember anything past the day I arrived in the pack. My life was never easy, but it was all I'd never known. I had no friends. The pack members were scared of me and my eyes. They said they were cursed. Bad things usually happened to those who were mean to me. As a child, I felt it was normal. When I cried, it rained. When I screamed, it thundered. I was wreaking destruction on the pack with my tantrums. The alpha then had me drugged, to keep the storms at bay. He convince

My husband, Gideon Hale, returned from the war with barely a breath left in him. Yet despite his condition, he insisted on going to the palace and used his military achievements to secure a royal decree. I thought he had gone to obtain a noble title for me. I was ready to berate him for his foolishness, but the contents of the decree rooted me to the spot. [By royal decree, Gideon Hale, Marquis of Northguard, and his first wife, Clara Reinhart, are permitted to share a tomb.] Clara was my dearest friend from girlhood. My ears rang. I opened my mouth to demand an explanation, but before I could utter a word, Gideon breathed his last. I stood frozen until my son suddenly snatched the decr

He had a plan to give her the kind of love she deserved… * * * Ethan and Laura’s story continues in “A Wonderful Kind of Love” now available on GoodNovel. Swipe to the next chapter to read a preview!