Kaido Mace Novels & Stories

“Watching her son lose control again. Watching her perfect order crumble. And capturing Lia, stopping her from being able to control that beast… well, it is only going to help me with this game.” “And Dominic?” Blake asked. “You do realize that our initial enemy, and the man that aims to break us from the inside is Dominic, and he will stand by Marcel.” My smile widened. “That is exactly what I want… when he tries to stop Marcel,” I said softly, “when he reminds him of duty and restraint… he’ll die too. Marcel wouldn’t know what hit him as he kills his friend, which would end up casting the excommunication order.” Blake inhaled sharply.

So, yeah, he’s also a badass, it just looks different than my form of badassery. Our youngest brother Dax is currently the pack’s Lead Warrior, which means he works closely with Gamma Bree in running trainings and sparring sessions, and with me when it comes to battle strategy. Thanks to my parents’ leadership, leadership which I at least hope I’m carrying on, there’s been little reason for the latter, but I like knowing that I have one of my brothers, someone whom I trust implicitly, in that role. And, my parents, while retired, still live on pack lands while they enjoy their retirement. So, I’m really very lucky. But it’s still not the same as what I see Cayden has with Zella or Bree has w

“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.

Storm Chaos. Utter chaos and that includes the team C.H.A.O.S. I'm dancing around the fire wearing nothing but my pants in the round tent on a hallucinogenic trip thanks to the dried sacred peyote cactus. There are elders with me today, as we pray for the healing of an ailing child. My prayers, however, are the same as they have been for years…the healing of Kage Raiden, who has been refusing for years to seek medical help. I'm the only person who knows.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

He was the Eastern Warzone Master, Gaia Amatsu. The one on the right was a gentleman that looked elegant, but each move he made screamed viciousness and brutality. He was the Central Warzone Master, Baron Von Doom. “Andrius Moonshade! How audacious of you!” “Andrius Moonshade! What do you think you are doing!?” The two of them roared like dragons as they stopped Andrius. Kabaam! The two of them jumped in front of the Emperor to block Andrius’ sudden attack. Both of them glared at Andrius fiercely.

When they got back, Twilight was greeted by muscular arms wrapping around her and lifting her from the ground. “Little Lady, you finally came back and you're still as small as I remembered.” “Yeah, and you're still a jokester.” He put her down. “Rengoku, this is the pack's Delta, Kaido. His job is to look out for the Luna. Like how the Beta does for the Alpha. He’s basically my babysitter/bodyguard.” “Let's go inside so we can catch up.” They sat at the table in comfortable silence except for Twilight, who was drinking a milkshake. Kaido was the first one to break it.

Just as he was done lacing his shoe lace, he received a firm knock on his door. He is here! They are here! He thought to himself. Cold sweat broke out from his forehead and his jaw clenched tightly. Slowly, he walk towards the drawer and pulled it out. Just at the bottom of those fine , beautiful dollars was a pistol which Marco had readied for him in a time like this one. Maximo has been trained all his life by his father, he knew everything concerning guns or weapons. Winning a judo belt and taking his top position in water polo has been the hardwork and persistence of his stern father who nurture him more cruelly than lovingly.

she replied as she went about the task of unwrapping my legs. One looked better than the other, while the right leg looked exactly how I felt- like shit. "Am Nelly, bur de entire crew calls me Crook. You're wit de braavasi now girly". She applied some green herbs she crushed in a tiny mortar on the bad leg and wrapped it all again. I'll be lucky if I can use the leg after all this, I still cant feel much with that leg. "Is my leg going to make it?"

“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.