Kratos Son Novels & Stories

Kyle said to the man. "You are welcome. Zack Zanders of the Red moon pack. I am Kronoks Moon, alpha of the Hidden crest pack." The man said. He was just as tall as I am. He looked Caucasian and had a mass of thick, rich, black hair. He had this ancient Greece beauty. "Thank you, Kronoks Moon. It is my pleasure to meet you for the first time." I replied. "Please, this way so you can be comfortable as we discuss things." He said as he gestured towards a room. One of my men followed me.

Ioann bristled from beside me as did Keisuke who seemed to narrow his focus, each of them ready to pick up on what I was looking out for. "My name is Draken Zolotov, first and only son to Andrei Zolotov- the former and late Pakan of the Russian Bratva. Many believed that I died with my father but I have simply been out of the spotlight, recovering from the accident and learning the things that my father never had the chance to teach me, all so I could be sufficiently prepared to fully take over when the right time came. I, naturally, inherited my birthright and have been ensuring that our organization stands, with the help of my cousin Ioann who has done an incredible job of representing me.

“Technically…” “So you are my uncle,” Keanu interrupted in a bored tone and completed for him. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing out loud. He then stood up on the chair to lean over the large table for an apple. Then perched on the edge and took a bite out of it. He appeared so confident for someone so little, my heart swelled with pride. “We you come to the Blood moon festival? Uncle..” “Kratos Perses,” the guardian said chuckling.

"This isn’t my moment to talk about me. It’s about you now." "Biting you helped me," he said. "Helped you?" I repeated, confused. "It stopped my transformation… into the beast. Your blood… It seems to have some kind of antidote. Though I’m not sure." My eyes widened at his words. Can I truly help him? "I am the son of Kraken Moore," he said suddenly, his voice heavy. "The late Alpha of Crimson. I’m the heir—next in line to lead the pack." He paused for a moment before continuing, his eyes dark with memory.

His lips curled into a smile, and he had the aura of a king. When he heard someone knocking on the door, he said, "Come in." A bespectacled man walked into the office. He was in his mid-thirties, and he held a stack of documents in his hand. He greeted Seth with a smile. "Chairman, the Evamor Group has been officially established. Currently, it includes five subsidiary companies. All the materials are here. Please take a look." The man was Ron Howe, one of the Auton Group’s elites and the leader of the secret team Susanne had assigned to her son. He was absolutely loyal and reliable. Elio naturally trusted him, so he smiled and said, "Let’s sit down and talk."

POV: Keith I’m the grandson of the moon goddess, the son of Christos Endymion, and the heir to the golden throne. For centuries I have roamed this world, fighting a battle that should have ended several years ago, but I keep losing this war every fucking time. And it's not because the enemies I’m fighting are way smarter than I am, no. It’s because I’m a self-centered bastard who never learns from my mistakes.

The Unity Ball; is a grand celebration every year where the five great kingdoms come together and made merry of the existing peace among them. As a general rule that had been in place for as long as I could remember, every king and queen of the five kingdoms was to attend with at least two children; a male and a female. I had never attended one. Maybe because I was the king’s youngest daughter. Father always declined my requests and had me stay in the palace. Most years, Father took my eldest brother, Valerian, and my eldest sister, Regina. With Regina now married and my two sisters ill, Father will have to let me go with him.

He points to Kyros. "It's a bridge," Kyros says from the corner. "A child born of a Wolf mother and a Reaper father. Raised in my house. Taught my laws. It will be the ultimate insult to the memory of the Wolves. Their legacy, transformed into their conqueror." "It's Drakon's baby," I lie. "The doctor said—" "The doctor is dead," Nikos interrupts. "And I don't care what he said. I know what I did." He reaches out. His hand hovers over my belly.

How can I help him if he won’t tell me, how can I fix it? I follow Tony out of the dark building, the sky brightness blinds my eyes in stark contrast to the dimness I’ve just come from. My heart feels like it’s bleeding. “By the way, forgot to mention, Kratos is in the air as we speak. Your assistant has organized a car to collect him for you.”

" He's the only son of the billionaire Frank Mills. His dad exited in business industry long ago. , so his son owns all of their businesses. I was in awe. Wow! From that day that my dad hinted me about Kryss. Curiosity drew my interest in his whereabouts. I even tracked him down in the internet. But not much information about him. Maybe because he dont want to disclosed vital datas about her personal life.