Kratos Son Novels & Stories

The power rolling off him is potent, and I fight the urge to bow to him. “You know who I am, boy?” he asks, and I gulp and shake my head. “No, sir, I don’t,” he chuckles, and Gaia watches us. “You have his and her eyes. No matter, you have come here for something, so let me introduce myself to you,” he says and I think, my eyes they are similar to Asteria’s and Poseidon’s. “My name is Kronos. I am the father of Poseidon, Hades, and Zeus.”

What he was doing now was to break through the God Rank as soon as possible and become a guardian so he could compete with the older generation. Mason had completely disregarded David as a young man in his heart. “You’re from the Krums?” Mason asked. “Yes, Old Master Stefani.” The three of them answered respectfully at the same time. “I am Grant Stone, the 23rd generation disciple of the Krums. I have met you before, Old Master Stefani. Ted Sommers, my teacher, is the head of The Krums,” Grant bowed and put his hands together before he introduced himself.

After putting me down on the sofa, he sits down next to me and sighs again, elbows resting on his knees in frustration. - What's going on, Kratos? I can see you haven't been around much these last few days, and I know you don't have any missions outside the territory. You seem troubled. - I am, My Queen. - Kratos, I'm here as your friend, so please stop using that title. And confide in me. I don't like to know that a member of my family is in trouble. He offers me a small smile of gratitude. - I've found my soul mate.

She had been keeping a curly forehead. "I should've known that you were my brother's son after all," Cryp said. Niko was Zero's son.

Venom ~ I am fuming! She just fucking rides off? Flipping me the bird? She can’t see I’m trying to protect her? If this kid is the Colonel’s son.. then something is in the wind.. Especially with them trying to take her! FUCK! I walk back inside their clubhouse and Axe tells me “Kid’s name is Drake Slate.. definitely Richard’s son.. Guess it’s time to lean on him hard and find out what he knows. Where’s Laney?”

"If you want the Source dead, why stop us? We were on our way to do exactly that." "You were on your way to a suicide mission," the obsidian giant, Krell, growled. "You are three people and a ship made of scrap. You wouldn't have made it past the first outer-defense sphere. But you have something we’ve never seen. You have a Seed that survived the Harvest without losing its soul." Krell looked at Leo. My son was sitting on a crate, fascinated by the way the bioluminescent droids moved. He didn't look afraid; he looked like a child watching a new kind of clockwork.

(Jamy Kraltor) Jamy Kraltor, the first wife of Mopius Kraltor has lose her reason, the looks of once motherly image of hers before her beloved son were long gone,as she pushed her own son out of the hiding place under the study table. Her son just stumble out, but before he even able to say anything. “….Mother…..how..could..y....”. (Kraltor Eldest son)

He stiffened; the pendulum was swaying faster now, his mind turned into a jigsaw puzzle and the final piece fit into place. Four men. Influential giants. Two men dead; Ayodele and Yetunde. Both equally influential. Catholics. Four plus two equals six. Six, the symbolic number for the Sons. Six, the number of members allowed to be in the cult in a century. They are what are left of the Sons of Hades. And me, where do I fit in? Lex answered his own question. His floating brows dropped. I'm the fifth Son, Lex realized. “I trust you now understand what's going on,” Masked man interrupts his thoughts. “We begin immediately.”

They had never expected this man to win so easily and they had even provoked them. Sienna pouted and her face was filled with disdain. 'Is he asking for trouble? He was just lucky and won the first round. Now he's starting to get all conceited?' She glanced around her and asked, "Who's next?" Immediately, a disciple with a large build stomped forward and shouted, "Me!" His name was Kratos. He was born with strong arms and was an expert with the epee. His epee was exactly four or five times broader than most swords.

"So, how has life been with you and your wife? Ever since I went for service, contacting you has been hard." Kit, a twenty-four years old handsome man with curly black hair filling his head and filling his forehead and his eyes having a purple impression around them, more like violet. They always blazed under the sun and they did right now. Kit is his Father's only son. His father was stinkingly rich and ensured his son joined the human army in New Jersey. He had left Forester as soon as Alex was crowned the King. He came back to hear about his marriage. "Going well, I guess."