Joseph Joestar Old Novels & Stories

Juniper’s eyes reddened with tears, and she was about to run to him. Kayson raised his arm to stop her. “Don’t worry. Mr. Jones is not dead yet.” Upon saying that, he looked toward a dark corner on the upper right side. “Come out. There’s no need to hide anymore.” “What a keen sense of observation.” A middle-aged man with a look of approval on his face leaped lightly into the air and landed from upstairs. “I’ve only encountered master-level fighters at such a young age in Metrocity and Eastsea. Are you from either of these places?”

Kayson backed away one step while Jairo backed away continuously and stopped when he was pushing against a wall. Kayson channeled his lightning energy to conjure a simplified lightning arrow. A stream of black light flashed, and a bloody hole appeared on Jairo’s shoulder. Jairo’s face turned ghastly pale. He looked at Kayson with an unpleasant expression and said in a dejected tone, “I’ve lost. Please give me a chance and spare my life.” Jose and his other subordinates expressed their shock and disbelief. Yet, this was the reality—they had no choice but to believe it. Don Jairo, who had never lost before, was actually defeated by a young man a little over 20 years old!

He always loves to leave an unforgettable memory in the minds of his enemies! Before the Coles can stop their exclamations, a new pair of legs is seen walking in. It's an older man. Likely in the age range of Joseph. This man doesn't seem to be a big shot as he doesn't carry that charisma big shots carry, but he anyway carries his head high and exudes an aura almost on par with that of Jack, the King of Underground Boxing.

He stuttered. “Joseph…” Javier seethed. He looked like an angry daddy bear. “I think you should run,Jose,” their dad said with a somber look on his face. Eduardo was like an older version of Javier and Joseph. Same cheekbones, same eyes, and hair, and even build. The only difference was that his features were a little more rugged and rougher than Javier’s, seasoned with age. “I swear I didn’t mean to, Javier. You know this is the first time something like this has ever happened. I didn’t realize she was behind me….” He trailed off, raising his hands in surrender and eyeing his brother warily.

More common than the one before. He kept reading in a loud voice. - "The next are three brothers; Souji, Ryutaro and Hijama Takahashi. Ages; 18, 18 and 16 respectively. All have Sacred Gears. They are; 'False Gift', 'Mantle of Caos' and 'Tome of Magic'." - He stopped reading and turned to the other page. "Seems images of them are here." *Swift!* - When he said that Sirzechs stole the paper from his hands.

He was mine to kill, mine to destroy. "And as for you, alpha," elder Jonas said to me, laughing, "I'll leave you to the hands of your finest warrior," Elder Jonas said. From the cloudy smoke oozing out of the burning chairs and roofs, the head of warriors of my pack, Joe, emerged. He was with a sword, slowly advancing toward me. "Even you, Joe, you dare betray me!" I snarled. "I don't find alongside an alpha with a weak mind, no matter how much physical power you have," Joe said.

He killed the engine, leaned back in his seat, and let his thoughts drift. Six years ago, Joseph had buried his father, Jorah, beneath the black moon. Bloodied, mauled, betrayed by a rival Alpha who broke the sacred code of neutrality. Joseph had barely turned eighteen. One minute he was racing cars and chasing girls in Brooklyn. The next, he was kneeling over his father's corpse, holding the weight of the entire Stinging Vipers Pack on his shoulders. He would have crumbled. But Titan hadn't let him. Titan had stepped in like a ghost from the old world. He was brutal and brilliant. He didn't speak often, but when he did, people listened. He taught Joseph to lead like a man and rule like a be

He rushed to catch up with Joseph. - Wait, Joseph. I've got to talk to you. He wasn't a mean man, but why was Joseph so annoying? - I understand that you love your children. After all, you finally have the children when you're so old, but you can't be so petty... Joseph turned around. - I beg your pardon? Did you say I'm so old？ He was old？ Lucas clicked his tongue and said: - No, no, you're not old. Inwardly, he grumbled about Joseph, the latter was over thirty, almost forty. Of course, he was old in Lucas's eyes.

“And already I feel like a hormonal storm.” Ryu pressed his lips to my forehead. “You’re beautiful. Even in a storm.” That made me melt. I pulled back to look at him. The candlelight caught the bruise along his jaw and the dark scar healing across his chest. “What did Lady X say?” He shook his head. “Later. Tonight’s not about war. It’s about us. About you.” His fingers brushed my stomach, tentative and almost shy. “I don’t know what kind of father I’ll be,” he said after a long pause. “But I promise I’ll never leave you alone.”

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”