Novels by Kaiser Ken

The lawyer's eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. "I have gone through your litigation proforma. Your stepsister, Scarlet Palmer, is your opponent. Do you think she is behind these attempts on your life?""Probably. I don't know. But not just her. Never mind. It's complicated. There's—""Ahem," Guiscard interrupted, clearing his throat pointedly. He realized his rudeness and extended a hand to Elijah. "I'm Chevalier de Guiscard. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wood.""The pleasure is mine," Elijah replied, shaking his hand with a firm grip. Their exchange was polite on the surface, but Ashley sensed an undercurrent of tension. Two alpha males sizing each other up in a silent standoff."Kindly keep nothing from me, Mr. Guiscard," the attorney said once the bodyguard was seated. "I just got a message from the accounts department. I am Ashley's lawyer-on-retainer now. An advance payment has already been made, activating attorney-client privilege.""Very well," Guiscard conceded,

Wood & Price Associates stood as a beacon of legal prowess in Norwich City. It was nestled just a few blocks from the towering Malory Towers in one of the city's most coveted addresses.Occupying the fifteenth, fourteenth, and thirteenth floors of 7 Roxburgh Street, the firm boasted over five hundred seasoned attorneys, each a master in their field.Only the elite corporations of Norwich could afford their services. Among them, the truly powerful sought out the star of the firm—Elijah Wood, the celebrity lawyer, whose reputation for winning impossible cases preceded him like a shadow.As the elevator doors slid open into the elaborate reception area, Ashley Palmer and Chevalier de Guiscard stepped out with determined strides.A striking feature wall bore the firm's name, "WOOD & PRICE," embossed in gold beneath an ornate logo that evoked scales of justice intertwined with a laurel wreath.To the right, through transparent glass partitions, a staff recreation area buzzed with subtle ac

Ashley took a deep breath. "Fair enough. To tell you the truth, I don't know every threat that awaits me. They come suddenly and unexpectedly, and I am left to think on my feet.""That must be quick thinking because I have never seen a defenseless girl survive both the mafia and hired goons. You must have a gift for survival."Ashley sniggered sarcastically. "It's more like a curse, in my opinion.""Well, it's my job right now that you don't face the dangers alone, with or without the curse.""Thank you.""Unnecessary. I'm doing my job."Ashley shook her head. "No, really, Chevy. Nobody else other than you has shared in my troubles yet." She felt her eyes moisten. "I don't understand why you did not ask Jake about his tiff with the Zetelica," Guiscard asked, changing the subject."It's complicated." Guiscard sighed. "Understood." They had almost reached Macintosh Square. Ashley went over the day's plan, the most significant of which was Guiscard's plan to catch the masked men. He h

"LEAH UHTCEARE EVEGACA," were the words that Evelyn Palmer had whispered into her daughter's ears in the dream.'Nah, it wasn't a dream. All this happening around me is too real to be a dream.' Ashley told herself."It's all for a purpose," her mother had added without further explanation.'What could dying over and over achieve?' Ashley wondered. She had already experienced bursts of physical pain and mental anguish more than a person could endure in an entire lifetime. It had hardened and seasoned her to pain, but for what purpose?'What doesn't kill you–wait, that's not applicable here,' she told herself stupidly.“Leah Uhtceare Evegaca.” Ashley had no idea what the cryptic words meant. They did not sound like any language she knew. Even though she could speak seven culturally unique languages, the words were foreign to her. A Google search had not turned up anything. LEAH appeared to be a name. The other words seemed like gibberish. She decided to deal with the mystery later.It

There was an instant bustle of chatter in the room."Oh my God!""David, is this true?!""Where is she?""Our prayers have been answered!""Settle down, brothers," Lazarus announced. "Let me share the information with you."Elijah was as much surprised by the revelation as the rest. Yet, he was confused about how he fit into the puzzle. What did the discovery of Eve's bloodline actually mean?"Except for my boy Elijah, others in this room know of the powers belonging to someone from Eve's bloodline.""Powers?" the lawyer asked. "Powers, yes. A female who is a direct descendant of Eve is immortal. She cannot die."Elijah gave a start. He was okay with the belief system, but the discussion had gotten really weird, really fast. Immortality?"From the look on your face, I can judge you are having trouble digesting this. I understand your skepticism. In fact, it would be strange if you were not cynical about what I just said," Lazarus directed at Elijah.He leaned on the conference table

"Of course, we may eat fruit from the trees in the garden–the woman replied. It's only the fruit from the tree in the middle of the garden that we are not allowed to eat. God said–you must not eat it or even touch it; if you do, you will die.""You won't die!- the serpent replied to the woman. God knows that your eyes will be opened as soon as you eat it, and you will be like God, knowing both good and evil."Cardinal David Lazarus looked up from his reading at the small crowd of thirty gathered in the pew. He was behind the pulpit of the north chapel, making a concluding remark after the mass. The stained glass and rose windows on either side of the hall depicted various biblical figures and events. The murals were unique, the most eye-catching being a tall depiction of Eve under the forbidden tree. She held a half-eaten apple in her hand. There was no Adam in the image. "My friends, Eve took a bite of the apple as Satan instructed," David continued. "It was no sin. In fact, it wa

"How can that be possible?" Kate whispered, her voice barely above the evening breeze. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Victor."Are you serious? If Charles Wheeler died in that explosion years ago, how is he standing here, alive, giving speeches and running the country? Are you sure the information wasn't a mistake?"Victor turned away from the fading sunset, his expression grave. The city lights below were starting to twinkle like distant stars. He leaned back against the balustrade, folding his arms as if holding in the weight of what he'd just revealed. "The information is authentic. As far as how Wheeler cheated death is concerned, I don't know yet. Resurrection like this, that is, coming back from a confirmed death, would require something beyond ordinary medicine.""It would either be very advanced science, or perhaps experimental tech we've only heard whispers about, or," he paused before adding, "something supernatural."Kate opened her mouth to scoff. The word "supernatur

"You disappeared too quietly, sir," Kate said softly, her voice reaching him across the terrace. "The evening events are picking up right now, especially since the fireworks are starting soon. The band will be playing the Vice President's favorite songs. Everyone is asking where the Mayor General went."Victor didn't turn immediately. He stayed leaning against the balustrade, gazing out over Springfield as the sun dipped low on the horizon.The city sprawled below like a living map. From the Presidential building, Fort Cromwell looked like a modern monolith, its walls glinting in the fading light. On the ground, factories were alive even at dusk, and the streets brimmed with the distant glow of festivities.Victor looked as if he was in a trance, his shoulders slightly hunched under his suit jacket. He did not respond to his subordinate's words.Kate hesitated at the terrace doors for a moment before stepping out fully. The evening breeze tugged at her dark hair. It was cooler up here

"That has to change," Carol accused him, shocking the room into awkward silence. "You cannot run a city in America illegally like a dictator. You must resign."All eyes turned to Victor to see his reaction to Carol's straightforward insult. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced on the table, completely unfazed by the direct challenge.He met her gaze steadily, and a faint confident smile touched his lips, as if he had anticipated every word she would say."With all due respect, Carol," he began like a teacher correcting a misunderstanding. "Springfield operates under full legal authority of the United States. It was declared a special military zone by a direct Presidential order months ago."Victor brandished a framed document that an attendant quickly brought to him. "This decree came straight from the Oval Office, recognizing the unique threats we faced and the need for streamlined governance. It's not illegal if it's sanctioned at the highest level. Do you claim to ha

"That lobster roll was something else," Charles Wheeler said, settling deeper into his high-backed chair with a contented grin that lit up his whole face."I mean it. It was fresh, buttery, with that perfect crunch from the toasted bun. And don't get me started on the barbecue ribs. It was smoky, tender, and the sauce had just enough tang to make you want more. Whoever catered this knows their craft. Introduce me to your chef, I'm taking them to DC."Victor Cromwell watched him laugh from across the expansive conference table. The elite presidential conference room was a fortress of luxury, with thick carpets, walls lined with portraits of past leaders, and a massive window overlooking the plaza, where the festivities still sounded faintly in the distance."We're pleased you approved, Mr. Vice President," Victor said curtly. "It is all local talent, all of it."Charles waved a hand enthusiastically, leaning forward as if sharing a secret with old friends. "Approved? That's an understa

"I'll brief you about him after the meeting," was all she got in reply.She nodded, glancing out at the swelling crowd visible through the windows. Cheers, whistles, and whoops were already rising in waves."What about Carol Atelier?" Kate asked. "His new lover, that is. You said yesterday she's your political opponent. But is there a history between you two? She seems more of an activist than a politician from what little I've heard. Did you know Carol personally?"Victor's expression shifted from his usual composure. It was just a flicker, a tightening of his jaw that lasted a split second. Kate caught it because her instincts were sharpened.Victor remained silent for a few moments. Of course, he knew Carol intimately. But it came from Victor Damone's past life. She was his ex-wife, carrying his child, his legacy, before faking his death.Among the people surrounding him, only his generals knew, Eva knew, but no one else. Seeing her again, especially like this, stirred things he ha

It was barely past dawn, yet the city vibrated with an energy that felt almost electric. Springfield Presidential Hall, located not far from the Mayor's Office, was a towering structure that opened only a few times a year for Presidential events.It wasn't just a building, but a symbol, the grandest venue in the entire region, with its soaring marble columns, crystal chandeliers that could light up a small town, and a main auditorium that could seat thousands.Today, it had been transformed into something even more spectacular. Workers had labored through the night, hanging enormous banners in red, white, and blue that fluttered from every balcony.Giant LED screens lined the walls, cycling through images of American eagles, starry flags, and highlights from the country's history, as well as clips of Springfield's own military triumphs under Victor Cromwell's rule.The plaza outside was a literal carnival with food trucks offering everything from lobster rolls to gourmet burgers, stag

Along with Gaia's maternal voice, the Garden of Prophecies dissolved around Tyler like the final notes of a fading symphony. The hedges melted into shimmering light, and the familiar tea table and its delicate porcelain cups vanished with a soft sigh. The timeless garden gave way to the harsh, ash-choked reality of the wasteland that had once been Sapphire City. Tyler blinked against the sudden glare of the afternoon sun. He suddenly felt very weary. Victor, Ashley, and Natalie stood beside him, looking equally weakened. Moments ago, Tyler had been in an apocalyptic cosmic fight. Now, only silence remained, broken by distant winds howling through craters. Victor exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as he surveyed the emptiness. "You actually did it. The plan worked. Ashley's visions showed universal devastation. They were proven wrong." Ashley stepped forward, her eyes still wide from the intensity. "The visions showed only possibilities, but never certainties. The God-D

God's laughter boomed. "I gave Lazarus the means to build the nuke. Every betrayal you faced, every pain in your pathetic life was caused by me. And that applies to all other human beings, too, countless others. They dance on my strings. The suffering of humans is both entertainment and fuel for me."The God-Devil made a fist, and his illusions tightened. Tyler's loved ones screamed louder, the essence of life fading from their figures.Tyler stayed strong, his voice calm amid the chaos. He had to believe in the plan. "Is that so? All of this is your grand design? Do you think you know everything?""I know everything indeed," the God Devil snapped. "Nothing is hidden from me. Resistance is pointless, Tyler Grant. No weapon can harm me. Not even the Excalibur—"He paused abruptly. "But wait—what is this?"It was as if he were suffering a glitch as he began reading Tyler's refreshed memories. On his end, the young man remembered the final piece of the plan's puzzle that would seal it.T

Tyler stood frozen in the bustling Sapphire City square, the evening crowds flowing around him like he was a rock in a stream. People chatting, laughing, and heading home under streetlights that flickered on one by one.Inside his mind, everything crashed together in a rush that made his head spin and his breath come short.The plan. The Garden. Natalie. Victor. Ashley. Some of his memories had been altered.It all flooded back clearly, sharply, and undeniably. Ashley had explained how the Garden of Prophecies, a timeless sanctuary where God's vision couldn't reach, was the only place safe to scheme against him. His all-seeing gaze couldn't pierce through it.Tyler remembered everything now, the lengthy discussions around the tea table, their voices overlapping in urgent whispers as they pieced it together.It came to him like an episodic vision. Victor slowly paced the grass, explaining his suspicions step by step. "Ashley's visions don't show a benevolent God. They show something da

"This isn't right," Tyler muttered to himself over and over as he stared at the glowing computer screen in his room, the harsh blue light casting shadows across his face in the deepening evening."This can't be real. God was supposed to fix everything and give me back my family and my loved ones. But this is worse. Trading one tragedy for another much larger one."He slammed the laptop shut with a loud crack that echoed in the quiet room, standing up so abruptly the chair rolled back and hit the wall. "I'm going crazy," he whispered, pacing now, back and forth across the carpet."I'm absolutely losing my mind. I have a perfect house, happy parents, Tracy alive and laughing, but at what cost? Natalie is dead in a car crash trying to save her father? Isabella and Yara selling their body just to survive? Michelle killed by the demon curse? Britta cut down in some gang war? The forests burned, and people massacred. My perfect life has doomed them all."Erica's voice floated up from downst

"Son, come inside and have breakfast," Ruth called from the doorway. Her voice was warm and full of that familiar maternal joy, making Tyler's chest tighten with sudden, overwhelming emotion.He stood on the porch of the Grant home, staring at the scene like it was a dream. The house, which was supposed to be in ruins, looked pristine. There was fresh paint on the walls, no mold or creepers climbing the facade, and the garden bloomed with his mother's favorite flowers.Hugh stood beside her, his arm around her waist, both of them looking younger, healthier, and happier than he had seen them in years.Ruth was on her legs and did not need a wheelchair. There was no defeated slump in Hugh's shoulders from sewer work. In fact, he looked and dressed like a wealthy person.Tyler stepped forward slowly, almost hesitantly, letting them pull him into a group hug. Ruth's arms wrapped around him tightly, her cheek pressing to his. "We've missed you so much. Forget about prison. You're home. It'

God's voice boomed like a hangman's. "I've come down for one reason. To take my granddaughter Natalie with me into the divine void. She is an anomaly, born outside the weave of my creation. Her existence risks destabilizing the universe and triggering a crisis. She must return to nature and dissolve into the source."Then, before anybody could respond, without any warning, God snapped his fingers. Natalie's body began to shimmer then, as if it were a water ripple. The edges of her outline shivered.The young woman's body turned into light particles, drifting away like mist in the wind. She gasped, reaching for Tyler with her eyes streaming. "No… Wait… This is too soon…"Tyler jumped to his feet, releasing his seraphim wings with an explosion of power. He roared in defiance, brandishing the Excalibur, which appeared in his grip with a crack. "No! You might be God, but I won't let you take Natalie!"Just as planned, Victor unlocked his abilities instantly, all his limiters shattering. D