Son Of Kaido Novels & Stories

He is your son here. The Mother touched Aiden's forehead. But he is my husband beyond this universe. Kael stepped forward. You're lying. The Mother looked at him. And laughed. Not cruelly. Almost sadly. Poor Kael. Kael's face hardened. How do you know my name? I knew your name before your parents were born. Darkness erupted around Kael. Release my son. The Mother tilted her head. Your son? She smiled. You still think blood determines ownership. Kael's darkness surged.

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.

Cassie’s POV They both gazed at our son, and for one of the few times, I saw the alpha with a look of genuine happiness and vulnerability. Our previous alpha, Kaiden's father, was known for being kind yet somewhat ruthless. I had witnessed his devilish side when dealing with traitors and fighting for territory against rogues. He was a formidable leader, and while Kaiden hadn’t yet reached his father's level of prowess, I knew my husband would grow as a warrior and leader, and I would stand by his side forever.

The man beside Emiko eyed Jonas closely, scanning him up and down. "So, this is the future husband Emiko was talking about?" the man asked. "Doctor Jonas?" "Ah, let me introduce you to Doctor Jonas," Kano said proudly. He pointed to the man. "This is my son, the director of an international real estate company. Kaji Satoru." Kaji extended his hand, and out of politeness, Jonas reluctantly shook it. Kaji held Jonas's hand tightly before releasing it. He smiled awkwardly at Jonas. "Don't tease my future husband, Kaji," Emiko said cheerfully. "He's very handsome, but he's mine."

It might be my mage powers growing but I will ask my dad about it. I hadn't heard much about his dad as I did his mom. I was curious. "Where is your Dad?" "Not far from here. He was the Dragon Lord before he became the King of the Amyssian Empire. Red Dragons are stronger than normal Dragons so they are always trained as Dragon Lords." "So you are the Son of a Dragon Lord?"

A move; that’s all he took, and his skin fell to the ground, blood soaking the remains of his pants. His scream tore through the room, so loud that I imagine those above could hear it. “So I’ll ask you again, do you remember me?” “I do!” He cried out like the little c*nt he was. “Who am I?” I asked. “Kaida, daughter of Alpha Dawn.” “That’s not the answer I expected.” I chopped off his middle finger next. And he cried out, snot running down his nose; all his courage had disappeared, and he cried like a wounded puppy.

Noel’s head jerked up. Vincenzo answered. “Papa?” Don Ramon’s voice was sharp, steady, and straight to the point. “We have an identity match.” Everyone froze. Don Ramon continued, “The man you’re calling Adrian? His real name is Kaen Theerakunya. That’s his mother’s surname. His full name is Kaen Fausto Theerakunya. He’s the biological son of Don Fausto.” Vincenzo’s stomach dropped. “Fausto’s son?”

"We don't do things for reward around here. I pulled a little boy out of the water once, long ago. He grew up fine, made it into a good school, except we couldn't afford to send him." "If you really want to thank me, help get this boy through college." The young man standing beside him had dark skin and the brightest eyes I'd ever seen. The moment I looked at him, something kicked in my chest, a recognition I couldn't explain. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Hey, um... hi." My heart was hammering. I took him to get a paternity test the same afternoon. He was my son. When the results came in, we held each other and cried until we couldn't breathe.

All eyes had already turned to the groom. Jason Brooks. Or so the world thought. Tall. Composed. A slight bow of his head. The tuxedo tailored to military perfection. The press gallery, huddled behind gold-roped stanchions, leaned in harder. Whispers erupted. “Wait… is that him?” “No. It can’t be…” “But the face; he looks exactly like…” “Didn’t he die four years ago?” “You mean Judah Carlstone?” “No, no, not that. I mean Aika’s son, the one connected to the Japanese royals!”