Kaido Mace Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

God, please! Kaida was a lion— wild, ruthless, and savagely brutal. Never bluffing, only charged with ire, and tore through barricades to make a point. Kai? A king Cobra— quietly lethal, handsy with weapons, and a calculated killer. Patient to the bone, but when he struck, the mountains crumbled. Back in our honeymoon, some armed goons had tried to steal from me, and Kai lodged a pen in a man's throat in self-defense.

**Kade. Ace swirled the amber liquid in his glass, staring into its depths as if it held the answers he sought. Kade had been a part of his past, a figure who had once stood by his side during the bloodiest days of their youth. But while Ace had chosen a path that led him to power and respectability, Kade had gone another route—a route that had turned him into something else, something dark and lethal.

Mario stood in front of me, putting a hand behind him as if he was shielding me, and I took a deep breath as a heavy feeling settled in my chest. “Do you have your mother’s necklace and father’s bracelet?” Mario asked, taking me by surprise. I instantly put my hand on my chest, where my necklace dangled under my shirt, and I nodded. “Yes, it is.” I said, and he cleared his throat. “Good, because you are going to need it.” He said, not bothering to look at me as his stance tensed. He looked at the door as a low growl escaped his chest, and though we were in the bank, the man didn’t seem to care.