The Ka Novels & Stories

It was her turn to realize this, return home, and ask for help or advice. Kendra cleared her throat for a moment. "Both, Dad." Kaza massaged his temples, then looked out again at Kean. "Are you leaving? In fact, hoping you'll come home is not so short." Even when trying to touch it, it was immediately undone. When he accidentally met Kean's black bead directly, it was so cold and as if there was a code for him to stay away. "Why are you standing in the doorway, Dad?" Kendra began to wonder, immediately moving away because Kaza did not respond. "Um-Kean?"

“Sawadee Kha.” Kla was wearing a bright blue shirt with tiny white palm trees embroidered onto it and he had paired it with white dress pants. His sunglasses covered most of his face and the light afternoon wind blew his hair onto his forehead, making him look a lot younger than his age. In fact, Kla was only four years older than Kim and Kaya, making him thirty three years old. “Sawadee Khap, Khun Kanya.” Kla bowed slightly in greeting as Kaya raised her hands in greeting. “Did you come for a swim?”

he knelt to her eye lever. Cassie took one look at the stranger and smiled shyly, "Hi." He chuckled, "No need to be scared, I don't bite." He extended his hands towards her and she came closer but not after stealing a glance at Kiara and cocking her brow in a quirky manner. "Mommy?" Adam didn't say a word just knelt and continued beckoning on the little angel. ~~~~* Kiara's heart was doing a nervous flip-flop in her chest. She felt like she couldn't breathe properly for a certain reason.

" You know what let's just start over. It's clear you have the upper hand here because I'm in your room and you're a big strong man." His eyebrows furrowed as I spoke. " I'm Sayd, Sayd Pierce," I said walking from the bed and stopping in front of him. "Kace," he said making eye contact with me for the first time. His eyes were the brightest brown, almost hazel. His bow-shaped curves into a smirk complimenting his perfectly curved face. It wasn't hard to point out how handsome he was, almost breathtaking "Nice to meet you, Kace," I said breaking off my stare and clearing my throat. " And thank you for not leaving me at the party. "

COMPLETED | Full Story Available Lyra Darkfur has always believed the fated mate bond is a blessing, until it becomes her curse. On the night of the Blood Moon, she discovers her mate is Kael Stormrunner, the ruthless Alpha of the most feared pack. Instead of claiming her, he publicly rejects her, driven by a prophecy from the Moon Goddess that names Lyra as the cause of his pack’s destruction. But rejection doesn’t break their bond. It awakens something far more dangerous. Cast among rogues, Lyra uncovers a rare power tied to the Moon Goddess herself and is forced to fight, survive, and rise beyond the weak omega she was raised to be. As war threatens the packs and secrets unravel, Ka

“Say you won’t ruin this, say you won’t give up, say you won’t let go, say you won’t hold back, say you’ll fight for us.” Karen~ He doesn’t answer my question instead; he kisses me, pulling me to his hard form and his arms, wrapping around my waist possessively as his tongue and lips devour into mine. My legs are up, tiptoeing to kiss him back because of our height, but I don’t feel the pressure on them because his arms are supporting me up.

The beasts had to be conditioned and trained for the annual dressage and shows. "I called home the other day," K uttered, tipping the glass way up as she drank the last of her orange juice. "Nana answered the phone. She said mom wasn't around. So I asked her what's up with mom, because she's not answering any of my calls." She paused, twirling the bottom of the glass on the table's surface. Jesse leaned his elbow on the table and rested his jaw on his pals, his full attention to K. He knew that she was concerned and anxious with how Laura seemed to be ignoring or dodging her, for lack of a better word. "So what did Kathleen say?"

Normalcy was a memory, a fragile illusion, and the arena was about to prove it. “Today’s exercise,” Kael’s voice boomed across the field, smooth, commanding, and laced with something more—a subtle undercurrent of awe. My pulse quickened at the sound, though I refused to let it unbalance me. “We practice controlled combat. Ariana will lead. Observe her movements, anticipate, and follow. Respect her authority. Respect the Luna.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Kitty. The tip of the tongue pushes into the incisors twice, giving birth to the rhythm of her name. Like one of her bells jingling. Kitty. A drop of Metaxa on the lips. Two steps up the stairs to heaven. Ki-i-itti... It's like you're beckoning a wayward cat. Will he give a stroke or scratch his hands? Kitty. A syllable for each of her men. Two steps up the stairs to hell.