Kratos Son Novels & Stories

Fear. The stranger sighed. "I had hoped you were dead." Silence. Frank's face was drained of color. The stranger looked disappointed. "Would've saved us all time." Savannah exchanged a glance with Grayson. This wasn't what she expected. Not at all. The stranger returned his attention to Grayson. "My name is Lucas." Nobody spoke. The name meant nothing. But Frank reacted immediately. His legs nearly gave out. No!!. Not Lucas. The First Son. The Sovereign.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Krona stammered perplexed on how this boy happened to appear from what seemed nowhere. “He scaled the bloody wall!” Gravland chimed in. Another two COG's attacked, both Drykator and Krona blocked with their shields, slashed with their swords and kicked their feet from under them, both COG stumbled, tripped and fell from the ledge. Krona breathed heavily, spitting blood from a cut on his lip “Who are you?” he exclaimed. Drykator not taking his eyes from the army, spoke smoothly and evenly “I am Drykator Epsonstar, son of Durroc Epsonstar”

Was he happy to see me? “Hi daddy my name is Phoebus Sage Grace and I’ve been wishing to meet you for so long” my voice kept trembling but thankfully I got my words out. A smile changes his worried expression before he places a soft kiss on my forehead. “My name is Apollo-Roman Kratos Stone and I am happy to be finally meeting you my son, I’m sorry I’m this late” he kisses my forehead again and all I can do is wrap my hands around his neck and bury my face there. I’ve always wanted to be held by my father. And now I could feel his hands wrapped around me holding me close to his chest, I felt safe.

Their team got famous in the platform of online esports. Kratos could feel he had a soft corner for that girl so he used to protect her all the time, in the game. Kratos was the name of Nicolas Walker's gaming account. He was the one and only son of famous industrialist Christopher Walker who was literally the most powerful tycoon of Los Angeles. Nicolas loved to talk to Minerva and they used to play whole night. Minerva was little shy at first but soon she started feeling comfortable with Kratos and her teammates and she knew it very well Kratos was the one who used to rescue her all the time.

◇KRISH POV◇ I'm Krish Chowdary son of great politician and business tycoon the only thing I hate is to be called as his son I hate him the most but what I can do people always recognize me by his identity neither he treats me as son nor me treats him as dad we live in a same home as strangers I don't know what's his problem I never tried to know too because all I knew is he is so called father to me for the sake of this world

I swallow hard and sit up straight, still holding his gaze, and I tell him who I am. "Kyros Argo, son of Andro Konstantinos. My father never knew his father, so I don’t know who my grandfather was," I respond, and he stared at me silently for a moment, making my heart accelerate even more. But I let out a silent breath of relief when he asks why I’m here, taking that to mean he believes me.

I blurt out. “You know we can get this done on time and return to other important stuff. Give the lawyer every information needed about that old man, and don’t piss me off,” his voice filled with anger, and right then, I know he is standing on business. I anxiously clear my throat. “His name is Alpha Kryptos. He is the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. Married to 3 Lunas. I'm the youngest. He has two daughters and lots of warriors around him,” I stop.

My parents won't even try when I graduate in three more years. "Ashton," I call him. "Leave it," his father asks me. Ashton looks at him, holds the stroller grip tightly, and with clenched jaw, shakes his head and looks at him with eyes on fire. "Listen, I think it's fucking great that you want to redeem yourself for all the shit you did, you can do it, but you've fucked up my whole life, and the only reason I can even consider you a good father is for considering putting my name on the damn papers of your dealership. I don't need it anymore, I got a job at a company."

I've been thinking the whole night, and until I got back to myself, I wondered what Kry, Lazarus' younger sibling, was like. "Father," Lazarus acknowledged his father when we stopped in front of their table. "Jonas, this is my son, Lazarus. Lazarus, this is Jonas Costales and his wife Rain Vicedo Costales." Lazarus took a step forward but didn't release his hold on my waist. He shook hands with the man named Jonas Costales, who, like his wife, nodded in acknowledgment. Jonas Costales looked to be around the same age as Zacharias Cavanaugh. He was older, but still had a certain air about him.