FROM PRISON TRASH TO GOD OF WAR
"He died in prison."
That's what they told the world after poisoning his father, murdering his mother, and framing Alexander Kane for attempted rape.
Uncle Robert and stepmother Victoria thought they'd buried their problems along with the broken boy they left to rot in a cell.
They were wrong.
Five years later, the city's elite gather at a red-carpet banquet to meet the mysterious War God—the general who single-handedly won the nation's greatest conflict.
Alexander Kane walks in with a coffin.
"Good evening. I believe I was invited."
The room freezes. Victoria drops her champagne. Robert's laughter dies when Alexander kicks open the coffin, revealing a corpse and ringing phone.
"Where's your guard dog now?"
"He's in the coffin."
One by one, the liars fall. Bones break. Secrets bleed. When even General Hawthorne drops to one knee, calling him "Sir," the city finally realizes:
The boy they buried returned as the man they fear.
Now it's time for blood, justice, and retribution. Every debt will be paid. Every traitor will kneel.
Because Alexander Kane didn't just survive prison—he conquered death itself.
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Chapter: Chapter 8: The General ArrivesThe screech of tires on pavement cut through the night like a blade. Then another. And another. The sound multiplied until it seemed like an army was descending on the Grand Marquis Hotel.Robert's face lit up with desperate hope. "They're here! Finally!"Through the ballroom's tall windows, headlights blazed—military vehicles forming a perimeter around the building. Helicopter searchlights swept across the grounds, bathing everything in harsh white light.The main doors burst open.Soldiers poured through in perfect formation—crisp uniforms, polished boots, weapons at the ready. Thirty, forty, fifty of them, spreading throughout the ballroom with military precision. The guests pressed against the walls, some raising their hands instinctively.And at the head of this force strode a man who commanded attention like gravity itself.General Bradley Hawthorne was sixty but looked forty-five—iron-gray hair cut military short, a jaw that could have been carved from granite, and eyes like ch
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Breaking BonesRobert's face transformed from confusion to pure elation in the span of a heartbeat. He ended the call and threw back his head, laughing with manic relief."You're FINISHED!" His voice echoed off the chandelier crystals. "General Hawthorne himself is sending troops! Military police! Armed soldiers! They'll be here in minutes!"Victoria stopped trembling, hope flickering in her eyes. "The military? Oh thank God, thank God..."Jason clutched his father's arm. "They'll arrest him, right? Court martial? Execution?""Better than that," Robert crowed, his confidence flooding back like a dam bursting. "General Hawthorne takes disruption of military functions VERY seriously. Alexander just assaulted forty men at a banquet meant to honor the War God himself!" He pointed at Alexander with a shaking finger. "You're going to be dragged out of here in chains and thrown in a hole so deep they'll forget you exist!"The guests stirred, relief washing through the crowd. The natural order was reasserti
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Chapter: Chapter 6: Blood DebtRobert Thompson clawed his way upright, one hand pressed against his bruised ribs. His face twisted with pain, but something darker burned in his eyes—desperation mixed with vicious triumph. His fingers found his phone, and he pressed a button.The back entrance of the ballroom crashed open.Dozens of men flooded through—massive, scarred thugs in leather and denim, each one built like a linebacker. They carried tire irons, chains, and brass knuckles. These weren't corporate security guards. These were street enforcers, the kind of men who made problems disappear permanently.The crowd gasped, pressing even further against the walls.Robert straightened, wincing but grinning through the pain. His reinforcements formed a wall of muscle and menace between him and Alexander. The balance of power had shifted, and Robert knew it."Well, well, well." Robert's voice regained its arrogant edge. "Not so tough now, are you, nephew?"Victoria scrambled to her feet, her earlier terror transforming
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Coffin OpensThe secretary's fingers trembled over her phone screen. She pressed Derek Morrison's number, and the dial tone echoed in the tense silence of the ballroom.Then another sound cut through the air—a shrill, tinny ringtone.It came from inside the coffin.Robert Thompson's face went slack. The ringing continued, muffled but unmistakable, emanating from within the polished wooden box that sat like a tombstone in the center of his celebration."What..." His voice died in his throat.Alexander walked toward the coffin with leisurely, almost casual steps. The crowd pressed backward, creating a wide circle around him. He raised his boot and kicked the lid.The coffin exploded open.The screaming started immediately.Women shrieked, champagne glasses shattered as they hit the floor. Men stumbled backward, some retching. Because inside the coffin, illuminated by the glittering chandelier light, lay Derek Morrison's phone—still ringing—clutched in the stiff, dead fingers of a corpse.The body wa
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Chapter: Chapter 4: The CoffinThe temperature in the Grand Marquis ballroom plummeted. It wasn't the air conditioning—it was something far more primal. An oppressive weight pressed down on every person in the room, making hearts race and palms sweat despite the opulent surroundings.Robert Thompson's mouth worked soundlessly, opening and closing like a fish drowning in air. His face cycled through shock, disbelief, and then volcanic rage."You." His voice came out strangled. "You... you're supposed to be DEAD!"Victoria stumbled backward, one hand clutching her throat. "No. No, this isn't possible. You died. They told us you died!"Alexander Kane stood at the entrance, his expression carved from ice. Behind him, Colonel Marcus Bennett stepped forward, a polished wooden coffin balanced effortlessly on his shoulder."Hello, Uncle Robert. Stepmother." Alexander's voice was soft, almost conversational. "Did you miss me?""You BASTARD!" Robert's roar shattered the stunned silence. He stormed forward, finger jabbing tow
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Chapter: Chapter 3: The War God ArrivesThe Grand Marquis Hotel's ballroom glittered like a jewel box. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light across marble floors, while champagne flowed from fountains carved from ice. The city's elite moved through the space in designer gowns and tailored suits, their jewelry worth more than most people earned in a lifetime."Have you heard? The War God is actually coming here tonight!""I still can't believe it. My father waited at the airport for six hours and didn't even get close.""Six hours? Senator Morrison was there for eight. They wouldn't let him past the security checkpoint."Margaret Ashford, heiress to the Ashford pharmaceutical empire, adjusted her diamond necklace. "I heard they had to bring in fighter jets. An entire squadron just for escort duty.""Not just fighter jets," her companion whispered. "Thirty thousand special forces soldiers locked down every route from the airport to the city. The highway was completely closed."A portly businessman mopped his brow with a si
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