Kaido Mace Novels & Stories

The mace, meant for me, wavered. “You dare—” Gideon began, his voice a guttural roar. In that split second, as his father’s attention was fully on him, Kairi’s hand shot out with a speed that defied his condition. He didn’t have a weapon. He had nothing but his own broken body and a final, desperate act of love. He didn’t attack Gideon. He grabbed the haft of the mace. With a surge of strength that must have come from the very last reserve of his soul, he pulled. He pulled with all his might, unbalancing the Alpha just enough, guiding the weapon’s trajectory.

Makoto felt ashamed when he saw the old man. “Master Takei!” Carol also quickly went forward to greet him, a joyful expression on her face. Both Makoto and Carol appeared to be slightly at ease at this moment. It was as if everything could be settled as long as this old man was there. Apparently, this was Chief Takei. H was the head of the Takei family, the Elder of the Shinkage Way, and also a great master standing at the pinnacle of the King of Arms—Maki Takei. Moreover, it was said that he was only a step away from becoming the true God of War. Also ,he had ultimate moves that allowed him to draw out enough strength to parallel an actual God of War.

Damian steps in front of me, blocking me from the creepy guy's view. “What do you want and who are you?” Damian yells. “Oh pardon me. My name is Fujin, Master of the Yashida Clan. The order of wind and air.” He bows. “And I believe you are wanted by Lord Raiden, Mr. Morningstar.” He smiles darkly. Yashida? Where have I heard of that name before? “I ain’t going anywhere unless you need me for something.” Damian says. “Please Mr. Morningstar, don’t make this more difficult than it has to.”

I knew things could get this rough, so I insisted I go alone, despite Cara’s constant pleading and objection. I couldn’t risk having her among people who didn’t care much about their life and could injure themselves baldly if need be to prove just how strong they are. I caught sight of the men in the middle of the training field, two fierce fighters who were among the commanders of the Royal Army. One was Kaito. He was huge and had a monstrous stature, which made it difficult to bring him down. He was extremely strong and a blow from his hand was rumored to be so strong, it could bring down a house if well-directed to its foundations and pillars.

“Thanks. Is India here?” “No. She’s holding down the fort. I hope we get lots of traffic because of the rodeo.” A long, lean man with McKay blue eyes and a riot of unruly curls waved. “Carter McKay of the Carson McKay branch. I’m Kade’s cousin. Macie’s my wife, and our son Thane is a couple months older than Eliza. They’ll have a lot of fun growin’ up together.”

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

Kade growls warningly but the blonde just laughs. "Don't be like that, I just thought you'd like to know who's going to be looking after your mate when you're dead." Kade turns towards him and the guy just lifts a gun, pointing it straight at my forehead and carries on talking as though he isn't. "I'm Jeff by the way. You've got to tell me, is she a good fuck? I've seen you two at it a couple of times and I've got to say, she looks like she knows what she's doing. I don't mind a bit of dominance between the sheets. I'm thinking she could ride me all night long, what do you reckon?"

Young master Part16 "Hello ...." a smirk at the door. Khan who saw the arrival of Roberto Mose, immediately bowed respectfully. "My lord...." Khan said. All eyes turned to Roberto, and the businessmen who came to the Khan Tones show, of course, recognized the man very well. "Young master Mose, welcome welcome." Mike Tones shook the man's hand. "It's an honor, my lord, to have you come to our little party," continued Mike Tones.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”