Swordmaster Youngest Son Novels & Stories

It was quiet for a moment. Then, the man burst into shrill, deranged laughter. “What a joke! You’re the son of the owners of this place? If you are, then I’m the king of the world!” The man laughed so hard that he was shaking all over. He pointed a finger at me and said, “Listen, punk, you shouldn’t mess around so much. Although I’ve never met the guy, Professor Corleone told me her son is a king among men. He’s studying abroad! He doesn’t wear no-name trash like you! I’ve met a lot of your kind. You think you can pretend to be rich and powerful just because you’re not as good as others. Do you really think that will get you anywhere?”

Her steps retaliated, "how sometimes I don't have to do anything to created chaos. It's like it has a mind of its own and speaks when it sees fit." "So," he said plastering a familiar grin on his face, "what do I do for you little sinner?" Sonny cringed internally at the name. She still hadn't been able to wrap her mind around why the name didn't sit well with her, "I need you to help me find someone," The devil smirked, "The one that stabbed you!". Her brows furrowed in confusion, "How do you know that?" "Because you shall not harm her- not yet!!!"

I had firmly resolved not to help him again, but when I saw him lying pale on the cold hospital bed, my heart still softened. He was my flesh and blood and the son I had raised and protected with Celia, after all. But every time I softened, his malice escalated. This time, after he had thrown himself off a four-story building right before my eyes, I had sworn never to soften or give in to him again. Murmurs from the crowd grew louder. The onlookers had eyes full of shock, and several middle-aged women even covered their mouths in sheer pain. "Oh gosh! This son came into the world just to collect debts from his parents. All he does is take everything they have and still acts so entitled. He's

He paused, shifting his attention towards the young man before he continued, “He is your cousin.” A faint smile appeared on Mario's face as he looked over at Josh. "Nice to meet you….son of a traitor," he said, his words laced with disdain, and as the sentence concluded, the initial warmth faded from his expression, replaced by a darker look, filled with hatred.

Even before he opened his mouth. “I, Dylan Ashbourne, future Alpha of Ashveil pack, banish you Lyra Thorne and declare you rogue.”

Now he would have to return to negotiate with that wolf in a peaceful way, something that he felt unworthy of a warrior like him. “But I'm not because of what's happening right now,” he finally told Darius. “Rather, I feel very upset. Many of my people have been violently taken from me in the last few hours, and from what I have learned, it has been a large and very strong creature that it isn't known how it became like this, but that we know very well: your son.” Darius put his arms on his hips and looking at the ground, while he searched for the right words to make that bloodthirsty being understand that his son was also a victim.

The young aspiring warriors murmured at each other before Beta Dylan picked two and the rest went outside. My father took a good look at the two young warriors and stayed silent while I crossed my arms thinking that it had been a while for me two. Out of all the warriors in the Palace including Beta Dylan and Beta Alex who are my father's most trusted wolves, I am the most well-trained warrior of the Royal pack. I haven't seen Beta Alex ever since my father appointed him to look after the business we opened in the City. The sparring started with Beta Dylan struggling to hold himself back. The young trainees did not even get a chance that my father waived his hand.

From the moment he sat down, wincing but with a twinkle in his eye, I knew he was different. "That looks pretty bad," I had said to him, examining his injury. "How did you manage to get wounded like this?" He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that seemed to fill the room. "Territory disputes. Never a dull moment being an Alpha's heir." I didn't respond, so he kept speaking. "I am the son of Alpha Johnson of the Dark Moon Pack."

Every instinct in the room sharpened immediately. The scout stumbled forward. "Alpha..." Grayson caught him before he fell. "What happened?" The wolf grabbed his arm. Hard. Desperate. His next words froze the room. "They took one of ours." Silence. "What?" The scout's eyes widened with panic. "Hollow Fang." A painful breath. Then: "They captured Damon Cross's son." And suddenly the war became personal.

Taking long strides, he went back to the parking towards his Lamborghini which his Dad had just gifted him as his birthday present and reversed out of the building.  Minahil was sitting with Zaviar and his friends. “Zaviar is not that bad!” she thought to herself. "Zavi, do you know Abraham got a Lamborghini!" One of them exclaimed. Her ears perked up hearing his name. "Dude, that boy is filthy rich!" Another commented. "It's a black matte!" Another added. Zaviar was talking to them but she was getting irritated of his name. "I'm leaving!" She stated and walked away without listening to whatever he was saying to her.