Kyman Comic Novels & Stories

"I strongly advise you to surrender early. Still holding onto thoughts of Vayne returning? Let me enlighten you—she was kill by my men a long time ago!" Kyan emitted a contemptuous laugh, then positioned himself in the crowd and waved his arm. Soon after, his men became bewildered and gradually approached Zed. Kyan's words caused Zed's face to change, but he quickly regained composure and stood up. The anger in his eyes resembled substantial flames directed at Kyan. "Who says I was killed?" As the swords were drawn, I leaped onto the high platform, teasingly looking at Kyan and shouting. "How...how is that possible? What did you do to Karma?"

"No! If you run out there—Hyna will sense the baby! It's not the right time." Kimberly trembled so violently she almost collapsed. Inside her, Moon whimpered. 'Mate… hurt…' Kimberly clenched her fists, biting back tears. "I can’t stand here while he—" Yoona cupped her face. "You must. Your pup is powerful, but still forming. Hyna sensing it would end everything. She is very strong right now." Kimberly cried silently, watching the man she loved bleed for their future. " I see, Kimberly is hiding somewhere. I wanted to meet her. You guys are doing a dirty job by keeping her away from me."Hyna said.

He asked angrily, "Who are you?" Kye ignored him and turned to look at Yankee with a smile. He said politely, "Don't panic, Your Majesty. And you don't have to worry. I'm Kye Deleon from the Heaven Deviation Path. No one is going to hurt you with me around." His voice was not loud but strong and assertive. What? Usman was infuriated. He was also shocked. He shouted, "You…you are Kye Deleon from the Heaven Deviation Path?"

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

Kit went to leave, but Kim caught onto his arm before he turned around, his grip firm on his. “No,” he said. “Please stay.” “Are you sure?” Kit asked, head tilted to the side in question. “You look like you need some time alone.” Kim shook his head, determined. “On the contrary, you came at just the right time because I was feeling down.” He patted his lap, an invitation for Kit. “My batteries need recharging.” At that, Kit laughed and padded over to where Kim sat behind the desk. “The great mafia don of one of two most fearsome gangs in all of Bangkok, asking for cuddles?” Kit teased. “The world truly is full of surprises.”

Kane leaned back in his chair, the city stretching endlessly beyond the glass. His thoughts drifted to Mona. The way she blushed under his touch. The way she kissed him back. The way she looked at him without fear. She had said yes. And Kane did not take that lightly. He would take care of her. He would make her feel safe. Make her trust him enough to tell him about the nightmares he knew she carried. Because he understood something most people never did. Some scars never fade. And some demons never stop chasing.

Kieran teased, falling into step beside him. “Right, because I’d totally abandon my favourite sidekick,” Roy shot back, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Sidekick? Man, please. If anything, you’re Robin, and I’m Batman. I mean, look at me; charming, handsome, obviously the main character in a K-drama.” Kieran gestured dramatically to himself. Roy snorted, the banter easing the weight on his chest. “You wish. You’ve got the charisma of a wet sponge.”

I collapsed in the street with my clothes in disarray. Vanessa Coleman looked at me with eyes full of aching concern and draped a jacket over me. "Don't talk about it," she comforted me. "Let's go home first." The eyes of neighbors and acquaintances cut into me like knives. I shuddered all over and finally believed that I really had been reborn. In my previous life, I had been kidnapped for no clear reason. Twenty-four hours later, I was dumped outside my own home.

Canceling a project worth 25 trillion, or losing Kimberly? Has this old man gone crazy?

I closed my eyes, letting the rain’s rhythm steady me. Nine days left. The first blood had already been spilled. And Kiami Lynn — once the girl who died alone — had just become the first leader of the living.