The Kite Runner Novels & Stories

No city, no mountain, nothing! I saw the grass dancing with the wind and shined by the moonlight. It was a bright night. I turned my face to the sky and the stars glowed like glitters. No clouds. I never saw this kind of night. It felt so warm and so nice. Is it paradise? Am I dead already? Of course, I'm dead, it's not earth. It felt different. "Autumn. My strong and beautiful wolf." A sweet voice cracked the quiet night and I looked around. I can't find anyone. I'm alone. Who is that?

He gave me a nod in reply and that's all it took for us to dash into the forest and run straight to where the next attack was happening. ____ “Cassian! Fuck! Are you alright?” Ryder’s panicked voice reached me right after the knife grazed me. I let out a groan and huffed. “I'm fine. It's just a scratch. Keep your eye out when fighting. I think the trained ones are here,” “Got it!” Ryder gave me a nod before running straight towards where the hunters are. I braced myself and dashed through the trees, expertly dodging the knives being thrown my way from somewhere up in the trees.

And now he laid gasping for air, blood-covered from head to toe. “Who did this?” He asked. And the young man tried to speak but his throat was shattered and his chest smashed. What a cruel way to die, Zeeb thought. But who could have done this? And how could they have done this? Zeeb uses pain absorption on Lucas. To help him get through the pain somehow. Maybe just enough, so he can talk. To give them something– a name, a face to look for. “Who did this?” he asked again.

came out of a screaming boy running his way. Kevin’s eyes widened as he saw Christian running towards him. He knelt down and held his arms out for Christian. Christian rammed into him as he ran into them. Kevin let out an oomph as it knocked the breath out of him. He held him tight for fear that he would disappear. He peppered his face with kisses. He’d gotten so big in the year and a half since he’d physically seen him. He had just turned seven not too long ago. “Where did you come from, buddy?”

As a part of his honey trap for Greg, Isaac had told her to get in a bikini and seduce Greg at the swimming club he frequented. However, Kathy could not swim—in fact, she was afraid to get into the water. Once Isaac found out, he realized that Kathy was not his savior, and investigated the matter again to find that it was another one of Henry's ploy. Nonetheless, Stan sighed. "No one deserves to die like that…" He did not feel sympathy, but Isaac was as cold as he was ruthless. Even if Kathy was not the one who saved Isaac as a child, she had helped them a lot in their plan to destroy Light Group.

Irish began to run, each strike of her foot against the earth, reminding her that she had to escape or face her cruel moment of death at the hands of her mate. After a while of wildly running in no particular direction of the thick forest. Irish rested her back against a tree, her breaths coming out in heavy gasps, her body, moving in synchronous movements, with her barely supporting her body by holding her knees. Her stomach rumbled and she could feel the baby kicking in her womb. Instinctively, Irish lowered her hands to her stomach, caressing it. "Hang in there little one. Just a little bit more. I'm gonna raise you all alone. We'll make him understand you grew up without his help."

The hangar was small. The kind that existed at the edge of small coastal towns that had once had the kind of wealthy summer residents who arrived by air and had left behind the infrastructure of that arrival. Not a full airfield.... a single runway, a terminal building the size of a house, the quiet hum of a place that was occasionally active. The aircraft on the runway was not small.... It was not large in the sense of commercial aviation. White. And across the fuselage, in silver: Forever Begins. I stopped walking.

Wind whispered through the leaves like a lullaby. I leaned against Kyle's headstone and drifted off without meaning to. In the dream, there was no blood, no fire, no suffocating night. Kyle wore his little bear hoodie, clutching a kite string, running with sweat dripping down his face. He didn't look back, just shouted, "Mommy! Hurry up! If you don't run faster, the kite's gonna fall!" I tried desperately to catch up, but my feet felt rooted to the ground. Kyle stopped and turned around. His little face was clean, and there was no wound or blood.

It is because of all these wrongs that I ran and will keep on running. The safe-haven I call the town line finally comes into view, bringing renewed hope into my being. I take the chance to pick up speed and rush into the safety net. I feel some resistance at first as if some invisible force is trying to keep me out, but I keep pushing forward, and soon I am safely across, relief causing my nerves to settle down. I turn around to face my pursuers with a smug grin, slowly walking backwards as I take in each of their faces.

I nodded approvingly when it make out a comfort in my heart after the pressure within me, and insight came into mind as I said, “Someone just struck by the beauty that just appear in this place... Is it helping me to felt good, or just welcoming me?” Scanning around, the blue light came to vision that barely seen, around the blue light is a familiar figure I barely believe is right at the summit this of all time. I murmured his name, “Alarkin...”