Tory Cobra Kai Novels & Stories

I had heard stories—whispers in the pack about the giants who ruled the shifter world—but nothing prepared me for the reality. Kai towered over Nash. While Nash was a tall man, Kai stood at least seven feet tall in this form. His skin was a slate-grey, harder than granite, and his muscles were thick cords of power. He didn't have fur; he had armor-like plating along his shoulders and forearms. His face was human-ish but distorted, with a elongated jaw and tusks, and his eyes were completely black—voids of absolute darkness. He blocked Nash’s path to us, a mountain of rage and protection.

Eyes flicked towards us and quickly away. “ Am I tripping or is everyone else acting weird?”, I swallowed, my throat almost dry from anxiety. “ Girl, don’t act lost but I feel the same way you feel though. It’s getting pretty chilly in here. Maybe I should step back outside.” “ No. Don’t,” I pulled her closer. That was when I saw him. Through the glass wall of our boss’s office. Kai Torrence stood with his back to the door, his charcoal black cashmere coat draped over his broad shoulders with a black turtle neck that hugged his muscles,he had on dark jeans, and boots that looked ridiculously expensive. He was speaking to Harlan.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

Sharper. “Yeah?” Kai said, voice rough. “Get on the couch then. Ass up.” Leo scrambled eagerly onto the couch, pulling his pants down fast. His own slick was already dripping down his thighs. He arched his back, presenting himself like a good little omega. Kai stood behind him, stroking his massive cock slowly. The knot at the base was already starting to swell. He lined himself up, rubbing the head against Leo’s wet hole. Just before he pushed in, Kai glanced back at the door.

dressing me in tight black leather pants and a cropped tank that showed the fresh bandage on my ribs from the warehouse. A thin silver chain from his pocket now circled my throat like a subtle collar. “Stay close,” he’d ordered earlier. “And watch what your man can do.” I hated how those words made my stomach flip. The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers. “Tonight, undefeated champion — The Ghost!” Kai stripped off his shirt at the edge of the cage, revealing the hard planes of muscle scarred from years of underground warfare. His tattoos — dark ink depicting knives, chains, and a coiled serpent — gleamed under the lights. At thirty-six, he moved with lethal confidence, rolling his sh

“IVY!” He pulled her into a dramatic hug while laughing. I recognized him instantly. It was Kai Vale. One of the biggest TikTok creators online right now. He has millions and millions of followers. “Oh my God,” I muttered quietly. Kai pulled back and immediately noticed me beside Ivy. “Well hello.” Ivy grinned proudly. “This is Rebel.” His eyebrows lifted instantly. “Rebel?” I wanted to evaporate. “Yes,” I muttered. Kai laughed warmly. “Well welcome to eclipse.”

She paid premium for the privacy; he never asked why. Kai Voss, thirty-five, six-three, built like he’d spent half his life lifting his own bodyweight and the other half teaching others to do the same. Dark skin, shaved head, forearms corded from years of handstands and arm balances, tattoos curling like smoke from wrists to shoulders. His voice was low, calm, the kind that made people breathe deeper without realizing it.

“If any Kaiju is going to do that in Pierview, it’s going to be me.” The heat of battle flowed through their jagged mouths as the gargantuan Kaiju charged. Taylor pointed his mighty trident, Barracuda, at the creatures and fired a stream of aquatic electromagnetic energy that disintegrated the monster in its tracks. “That is so cool,” Bonnie said to herself.

She saw that it was a video call from her third brother, Kai. Since the tiger entered the apartment, it looked left and right like a curious baby. It saw the luxurious decor and expensive furniture and was in awe. It wagged its tail and finally jumped on the sofa, sitting on an Hermès scarf worth over $100,000 as a soft cushion, then nestled in a comfortable position. Since Kai’s debut, he had won six film awards and even tried to make a name in the international film scene after conquering Hollywood. His face was simply flawless and was certainly a gift from God. A hook of his lips could make countless fans scream.