Khan Doorman Fanart Novels & Stories

"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.

Jack cheered, spinning around as the boxer entered. Physical Pink Blossoms erupted from Jack's movement, drifting gracefully through the air. Jack was wearing a casual, flowing tunic, his blue eyes bright and wide. He rushed across the room, closing the distance between them in seconds. "Look at the projections," Jack beamed, pointing to the holographic banners. "Varkas let me design the crest for the Iron Barrens. We are going to drape the entire Central Plaza in it for the Coronation. It's going to be the most beautiful day the continent has ever seen."

My bare feet made no sound as I moved. There had to be a way out. A phone. A stairwell. A window. Anything. I crept past a row of tall doors. Paintings lined the walls...stormy oceans, burning churches, a woman in a red dress with her face turned away. Then I saw him. At the end of the hall, in front of an open door. He hadn’t seen me yet. Dante Rizzo. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Tattoos winding like smoke around his forearm. He was talking to someone on the phone, voice low and lethal.

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Aliya grumbled but gasped when a thought stroke her "Is he a drug lord?" Aliya exclaimed and Nirvana smack her head "Ouch... She winced "You will definitely see him. I have a portrait of him in Korea. Maybe we should go see it together someday . I have a concert today" Nirvana replied "That's a promise Nirva" Aliya said and Nirvana nodded. "Aren't you tired of following me around?" Nirvana frowned playfully "Don't give me that , I'm trying to makeup for all the time we spent apart" Aliya replied

Morana and Nox straightened in their chairs. Kian walked to the logo, which was a mess of spit and dirt of the basement. “This logo indeed deserves some drama because this logo is a fan adaptation from an X-drama. A famous one,” Kian said, pulling out his phone. He showed me the article on that logo in the Circus Master, which was probably a world famous drama. The logo had a skull instead of a star at the center, otherwise everything else was the same. “Stop trying to act like someone important, hiding something important just to save your ass, Morana.”

She showed me everything. The shelf of animals and their individual names and personalities. The drawings on the wall, each one explained in detail, that one was Button in the garden, that one was Daddy at work which was why he looked so serious, that one was a princess but not a regular princess, a princess who also knew karate.

"He's not just collecting insurance money. He's harvesting organs and selling them.” Every sound died, conversations cut off mid word. "What?" "The patients he kills, he doesn't just kill them. He harvests everything viable. Hearts, lungs, kidneys, liver, corneas." Her hands shook. "I found shipping manifests. Organs transported to 'research facilities' that don't exist. Payments routed through shell companies.” "Did you report it?" "I tried. Went to the medical board. They said they'd investigate. Nothing happened because Chen paid them off. Everyone's in his pocket."

But never startled. "Did you hear that?" Kane asked back, staring at Dobah with wide eyes that put Blenda in a state of shock. Did she just see a flick of emotion in her brother-in-law’s eyes? What was happening? "Hear what? I didn’t hear anything." Dobah replied, utterly confused. He stepped toward Kane, wanting to hear if there was any, any voice at all. Kane cocked his head, his mouth dropping open the next second, when he saw the painting of a large leopard on the wall. It was coloured blue!

We come to offer you the support of the Panthers in your fight Far Prince. They bowed their aristocratic heads, and were followed in by another tall male, this one with red/gold hair and flashing emerald eyes, ‘I am Khan, and I give you the support of the Tigers.’ He said inclining his head his eyes glowing gold as his animal tried to come forward, Killian frowned, ‘Can you control your animal, Khan?’