Goku Third Son Novels & Stories

indeed my son," said Khanza quietly. "My son and yours. Our son who lived two hundred years ago. " "HUH?!" “Remember my question the other day? About the two kingdoms? And you explain everything? It's your kingdom, Zo. Kingdom of someone named Kenzo. Kenzo and his wife, Khanza. They have a child. The boy managed to escape the attacks of Dharma and his soldiers, both humans and evil beings. Remember Ven? The ghost that always follows me? She is my younger brother in a past life. And big bro Keanu, he is a direct descendant of the Kenzo and Khanza of the past. " All of these explanations were so sudden, that it made Kenzo go crazy. The guy stared a

Third Young Master: Who knows? If I knew, would I bother? Love My Mommy The Most: You're strong! Beasts are truly impulsive. Third Young Master: You brat, watch your mouth, I might turn against you. Love My Mommy The Most: Aha, you're probably searching for my ID now. There are 1001 million IDs. You're going after them one by one, who knows, you might find out me among them. Third Young Master: ...

After all, the conversation between her and me just now couldn't be heard by anyone from the Mitaka Family. "Third Young Master, here you are." As soon as Lita finished her words, the old housekeeper of the Mitaka Family ran over from a distance to meet the man. The man handed a file bag to the housekeeper and said, "The things Dad wants are all in it." "Okay." After the old butler took the file bag over, he went straight back. Third Young Master? When I had a meal with Jamin before, I heard him mention he had three sons but I didn't expect that his third son would be so young. In this way, this man should be Dave's uncle.

"Gromov is dead. I killed him myself." "Nikita is dead, yes." The figure pushed back his hood, revealing a face that was almost identical to Gromov's, but younger, with eyes like chips of winter sky. "But the Gromov bloodline lives on. I am Alexei Gromov, Nikita's younger brother. And I've come to claim my brother's heir." My hands tightened on my weapon. "There is no heir. There's just an innocent child who had no choice in how it was conceived."

he asked. I smiled faintly. “There was never a reason to,” I said. Not until now. Not until everything began to align in a way that could no longer be ignored. Torin exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing just a fraction as he looked away briefly, then back at me. “And this third son,” he said, his voice quieter now, “do you know anything else about him?” I shook my head. “Only what I have told you,” I replied. Narek straightened slightly, his expression returning to something more focused.

I stepped closer. “Dad.” His eyes filled with tears. “I need you to understand something.” He looked terrified. “I didn’t stay here to protect you from the First Serael.” He paused. “I stayed here to protect you from what I did.” My heart stopped. “What did you do?” Richard looked toward someone standing behind the camera. Then he whispered, “I created the third child.” The screen went black. A single message appeared. SUBJECT THREE — ACTIVATED Then the courtroom doors opened.

"Will never find you." "You see those guys over there...they said, they want to taste you." I stilled, blinking to see they other guys he talked about smiling. "They're going to take turn in fucking that spirit out of you, till you know who you're fucking talking to. Matteo Gouiri." He chuckled and stood up. Matteo Gouiri? The son of the man that had come up the stage? "Your father is the leader of the Bane, right?" I asked.

He was accompanied by his wife Serenity and his two sons, Marcellus and Treyton, and his consigliere, Kubo Kayo, a tall, stoic-faced man who had his degree in mechanical engineering. All were there for the nomination. All wanted to know who would get shortlisted to be the new Supreme boss. If Tikhon had a son, there would be no need to put anyone through the short-listing procedure. He had one daughter, one living daughter and he kept her away from everything.

The third child reached out — not toward Alex and Damian, but toward Echo. Alex felt his heart crack. But then the child’s eyes met theirs. And it chose. The infant’s energy flared — a massive burst that shattered the pod and slammed into Echo, throwing him across the room. The clone crashed through the window, falling from the spire with a scream. The remaining Echo clone hesitated — just long enough. Damian drove his knife into its heart. Silence fell. They approached the third child. A son. Tiny tentacles reached for them hesitantly. Alex picked him up carefully, and the infant’s hum joined his sisters’ distant song.

He looked me over slowly before a deliberate smile settled on his lips. "You must be Blake," he said in a low voice, and I realised immediately that he was one of Cody's sons. Cody had mentioned his remaining sons would be arriving back at the pack house today, and this had to be Mason, the third. From what I had already seen of Gaige and Shawn, Mason was the one built most like someone who had never lost a fight, the kind of muscle that came from someone who shifted often. I swallowed and tried not to let anything show on my face.