Kaido Mace Novels & Stories

“There is something I have to tell you, Kaiden.” “How many times will I tell you, it’s My Lord to you,” Kaiden yelled, hurling a vial at her and it hit her on the forehead. A drop of blood sipped out from the tiny cut on her forehead but she didn’t flinch neither did she wipe it away. “My Lord,” she bowed her head softly. “I apologize but we lost him.” “You did what?” Kaiden growled, growing five feet extra and his deep brown almost black eyes turning yellow with black lines just like a serpent’s and his face turned red as he roared like a beast. “How could you?” he asked in a distorted voice.

Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!” Jade was was Capris alter ego, she never told anyone she didn’t know her real name. She was not a bird brain easily impressed woman. Men would often pull our wads of cash out to try and impress her, but she would look away in disgust. Money didn’t impress her, neither did material things. She had everything she needed or wanted. Capri worked to ensure she would never be in need or want. She also told them she wasn’t into men as a way to get them to back down. She knew she needed another excuse. That line did not work, she would have never though these little boys wo

he said, his voice calm but firm. Kaido smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You are all welcome to witness this death," he said, his voice dripping with malice. Christine turned to Kaido, her eyes narrowing. "Who are you, and what do you have to do with Duncan?" she asked, her voice cold and suspicious. Kaido's smile grew wider. "I'm someone who's been seeking justice for a long time," he said, his eyes glinting with intensity. "And as for Duncan... let's just say he's been a very bad boy."

Kayson could sense the fluctuation of energy in them, and all of them were grandmaster-level fighters. Upon seeing them, Naomi said, “The older one is a helper that Admiralporium invited from Eastsea. He's very good at formation and magic circles, and his name is Penta-sun Doyen. The remaining two are his bodyguards. It’s said that they have been protecting him for more than twenty years. “The taller one is known as Kai Dixon, while the shorter one is called Terence Tank.” Kayson nodded and walked over to them with Naomi.

She yells his name with all the hatred in her heart. Mace was almost out of the palace until he was stopped by high ranking guards, he smirks dangerously and uses Arcadia's essence to blast them out of his way, "man I love this!!" He is almost out of the castle until Asher's sword blocked him, almost chopping off his head. "Return what you stole or return to the goddess, your choice." Mace smirks even wider, "you can't defeat me now that I have the ultimate power." He holds the rose close to himself, but this doesn't deter Asher one bit. He had an advantage to the others; the fact that he had trained with Arcadia multiple times.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

This must be what drowning feels like. “Twyla didn’t give us much of a chance. She answers for Mace and was always around. Father, what are you trying to tell me here?” But I already had a sinking feeling I knew what my father was getting at. I had to hear him say it though. “Mace is the father of Sloane’s cub Gauge. They were together for years, since they were kids, up until Mace met his true mate at the summit.”

a deep, gravelly voice rumbled right next to my ear. The sound vibrated straight down my spine, making my breath hitch. I looked up and tilted my head back. Karius Hidalgo stood over my swivel chair like a towering fortress of muscle. At six-foot-four, with his broad shoulders, barrel chest, and thick neck, he completely blocked out the light from the hallway. He was wearing a simple, dark grey henley shirt that stretched tight across his chest, the top two buttons undone, revealing a hint of his fair skin and the silver dog tags resting against his collarbone. His worn leather wristband was wrapped around his thick forearm.

“Step forward.” He did. Tall, broad‑shouldered, early twenties. Kade. Good in a fight. Good at following orders. Terrible at nuance. Aiden remembered him at sixteen, shaking in a clinic bed after a bad shift, his mother begging for something—anything—to calm him without a collar.

MIA "Are you okay, Ms?" I furrowed my brows at him. British accent? What's with the accent? Are my eyes playing tricks on me? What is.... He is as tall as Big Kai. Dark as him. He has every feature but a different eye color, short braid hair which his face cap is covering and he has a mustache. Big Kai has icy blue eyes, short hair, and no mustache. No British accent. This man has hazel eyes, a mustache, and a British accent.