Tory Cobra Kai Novels & Stories

The guard pales. "Kai Makay. You've been sentenced to life imprisonment for the murder of our former leaders.” “You must choose death then.” Kai says casually as he shifts into a massive, deadly hellhound. His fur is dark as night, with licks of fire running throughout. His eyes are black; his aura is almost suffocating. His jaw opens, showing rows of razor-sharp teeth before he lunges at the guard and in one swift move, he tears out his throat. Blood splattering in every direction.

God, please! Kaida was a lion— wild, ruthless, and savagely brutal. Never bluffing, only charged with ire, and tore through barricades to make a point. Kai? A king Cobra— quietly lethal, handsy with weapons, and a calculated killer. Patient to the bone, but when he struck, the mountains crumbled. Back in our honeymoon, some armed goons had tried to steal from me, and Kai lodged a pen in a man's throat in self-defense.

“You’ll mess up my make-up.” Smiling, he shakes his head and lands a soft kiss on my lips. “See? No mess.” He takes my hand in his and shakes it gently as if greeting me. “I’m honoured to meet you,” he says. “My name is King Bowden Storm of the Warmlands kingdom.” “Nice to meet you, King,” I curtsy. “I’m Kaiya Cole, former Alpha of Moon Dance.” My mate chuckles softly. “Let’s go get mated, wild child.”

Blood dripped from his hand, but he took a tissue, wiped it away, and threw it in the dustbin as if it were just a scratch. "You're falling for her, bro," Kai sighed, his voice heavy with concern as he took a sip from his drink. His legs were spread wide, revealing tanned skin under the open black shirt that hugged his muscular frame. Two buttons had been carelessly ripped off in some past scuffle. Long hair tied neatly behind him, hands adorned with tattoos, giving him a rough yet remarkably attractive appearance. "First Leo, now you. It's always me left to handle this empire alone," Kai playfully remarked, dragging on his smoke, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.

I said in a low voice caressing his chest. He lifts Kenny by his shirt, gripping it tight. Kenny's eyes widen as he faced centimeters away from Ty. " I'll say it again, one last time. And this better be the last time I will deal with you. Emily is MINE, talk to her like that again, and you'll regret you were ever born. Understood?" He warns Kenny in a low fierce dominant voice and lets Kenny fall back on the booth.

“I think I know.” Everly says. We all turn around when she speaks. We had no idea that the three of them had walked into the room. I shook my head when Kylynn called Korey and asked where they were. I heard him tell her that they were on their way. I smirked when he ignored the fact that she was yelling at him. He is more than used to how these two are and knows when they are really pissed. Zack has Alyani up on the giant screen on the wall. I am positive when I say she was not what any of us expected when she popped up on TV. Alyani is a tiny little thing. She can’t be more than 5’0” with long platinum blonde hair that fades into a purple-blue colour halfway down. Ironically the

"I have to follow you to make sure that you are my target." "Amature, indeed," Saiya sighed, "So? Have you proved then that I am your target?" "You are the Lord of Shadows. That, I am sure," he said as he readied himself to hit her with his poisonous arrow hidden on the sleeve of his trouser. But he failed. Kane didn't know what happened but something hit him hard at the nape and his sight just went black. He almost fell on the ground unconscious, but Greyn had made sure to catch him.

Her long wavy dark hair was tied in a messy bun, and her deep green eyes held a mixture of excitement and anxiety. She had spent the last three years working dead-end jobs while uploading songs online, never imagining this moment would come. The door opened. Kai Storm himself stood there — tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair, piercing grey eyes, and an aura of dangerous charisma. He wore a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his chest and tattoos snaked down his arms. “You’re Nova,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in silk. His eyes slowly traveled over her, not in a crude way, but with intense curiosity. “Come in.”