The Kite Runner Novels & Stories

“It was awful.” “I’m sorry for your loss.” Alpha Zane said solemnly. Having found his mate had already made him a new man, or he had been this man all along, hidden under the layers of bruteness. “A couple of my men were nearby and were unfortunately too late to give any assistance. I heard they didn’t even give the fallen the rites of passage.” “As we escaped, I only glanced back once.” Rune voice quivered for a faint second. “To my parents.” She bit her lip to push back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

"Ready babe?" The young male grinned at his friend as he turned the steering wheel and took the first turn to the right and off of the main road, entering a gravel path between tall and rich trees. They were now driving to King's Estate just like that old lady had instructed over the phone yesterday, the girl still sulking in her seat as she had openly expressed her disapprovement of the whole ordeal. "No. Why did you make me do this? What if there really lives a weirdo? What if it is all just a phony so whoever the hell lives there could trap innocent girls and rape them or something?"

Ever since I was little, I knew my mom didn't want me. My dad, though, kept telling me that she loved me, but some complicated stuff was keeping her away. He said that once I grew up, I needed to find her and claim my place in her life. I always figured he was just making things up so I wouldn't grow up resentful of the motherly love I never had. Then the debt piled up. Dad was scrolling through TikTok, looking for any way to drum up sympathy online, when he suddenly let out a wild yell. "Scrappy! Look, it’s your mom! Pack your stuff, we’re going to find her!" I stared at the screen. The woman in the video was stunning, effortlessly poised, and dripping in old-money elegance. A cold pi

I've spent three months making sure that never happens to me. I slip out through the back path Mara described, and for a while my feet move like they've been waiting all day for permission. The trees close in fast, cutting off the last of the torchlight behind me. My legs remember this rhythm better than anything else, the cold air, the uneven ground, I ran like this the night I met Kael. I don't let myself think about him. Thinking about him is how I get caught. Then something in my chest pulls tight, sudden and sharp, like a hand closing around a rope I didn't know I was holding.

As he stood by the window, looking out of it, his back to Damon, asking the girl's question, he looked at the road, and he thought: "Holy fuck" "What?" Damon called. There was the guy they were looking for, running down the road, running in a zigzag in case there was a shooter overhead. At one point, he turned, seeing Derinem at the window, and threw a middle finger at him. "Damon, he's getting away." Without waiting for a response, he jumped down from the window. Jumping down stories, his hands supporting himself on the rail before he landed on the ground on his hands and feet.

I feel my existence means nothing in my Pack. My brother trying to remain optimistic that things will change back to normal. The pack treats us lower than the omegas of the pack since our parents died in the war. Oh how I miss them. The day will come I will run. I will run as fast as my legs can take me. I am just waiting to turn sixteen. Then I will receive my wolf. My brother is supposedly be Alpha but the Beta took over the Pack stating my brother being Eighteen and just received his wolf is too young to run it.

Then he lifted his hand, pointing toward a cluster of stars just above the treeline. "There. Orion." He traced the shape in the air. "See those three bright ones in a row? That's his belt." She squinted. "The hunter." "Yes." "Why him." He was quiet for a moment. "Because he's always searching. Always looking for something." He paused. "He never finds it. But he never stops looking." She looked at him. "That's not sad. That's something else." "What." "Determination." He didn't answer. His hand dropped back into the water.

I knew I had to keep going, to keep running, for James. And somewhere, deep inside, a new determination blazed—a vow that I would protect my son, no matter the cost. I didn’t stop until the sounds of pursuit faded into the night, the forest once again enveloping me in its silent embrace. Gasping for breath, I leaned against a sturdy tree trunk, my heart still racing from the adrenaline. Tears welled in my eyes, a mixture of relief and lingering fear, but above all, a profound sense of determination.

Pain shoots through my knees. But I get up. And I run again. “RAFE!” I scream, voice breaking — but thunder swallows the sound whole. He doesn’t hear me. Neither does Dorian. They are so close now. Too close. The two storms are about to collide. And if I don’t reach them— Something unforgivable will happen. So I run harder. Heart pounding. Legs burning. Throat raw. Running straight toward the moment that will destroy everything. I sprinted toward the center of the battlefield, praying to every god, every moon, every force in existence—

"It's you being brave!" My chest tightened. "It's beautiful, sweetheart." "Uncle Jack says you're the bravest rider he knows. He says you can outrun anything." If only that were true. Later that evening, after Eli had fallen asleep curled between Sable and Big Mike during movie night, I finally made it to my room to check the package Tommy had mentioned. It was small, unmarked, with no return address. Inside was a burner phone and a single message: "They're moving north. Time to run again. - A friend."