Novels by Kaiser Ken

Tyler stood trembling in fury on the blood-slicked deck of the ship. Amelia faced him with a devilish smile, enjoying watching him suffer. Her dark energy threads coiled like serpents around Mamushi's limp body, hoisting the girl high."Give her back!" Tyler roared. "Now! That's my daughter! Don't you dare hurt her!"Amelia's lips curled into a more manic laugh. She chuckled as her eyes gleamed with a twisted blend of obsession and madness. With a flick of her fingers, the dark threads tightened slightly around Mamushi's unconscious body, eliciting a faint groan from the girl."Oh, Tyler, my soulmate... You've betrayed me yet again… You rejected me, refusing to be my lover. And yet you've already fucked a third-world goddess… and fathered a child with her? How cruel! How monstrous are you!"Amelia trembled and wrapped her arms around herself. "But don't worry… I'll fix that right away. I'll kill this little abomination right here. Half human, half goddess, my ass. After it is dead, I'

"Battle stations!" Tyler bellowed. "All hands, man your posts! Gilded Men, activate the wards! Derek, get to the bridge! I want you to coordinate with the escort ships!"The deck erupted into an organized frenzy. Soldiers and crew scrambled, grabbing weapons from defense compartments, donning life vests over uniforms, and rushing to gun turrets and radar stations.The girls, still in their skimpy bikinis, exchanged wide-eyed glances before darting belowdecks for cover."Check on Mamushi, Tyler told Kat. Keep her away from the violence." The latter nodded and disappeared."Stay close, everyone!" Britta yelled, herding the group. "This isn't a drill!"Tyler sprinted to the railing, leaning over to scan the horizon. Smoke billowed from the sinking destroyer as flames licked the water."Give me reports from the radar scans!" he shouted to Derek. "What are we dealing with?"The Indigo General monitored an array of screens at the battle console, officers tapping away frantically. "They are

Tyler scanned the girls' eager faces again, his mind racing for an out. The weight of their expectations pressed on him. He'd never been one for such frivolity, but it looked like they were having fun."I can't do it. Look, I'm truly flattered by all this effort," he began with discomfort. "You've all put yourselves out there, and you're each stunning. But honestly, as a man with limited experience with women and relationships, I'm not fit to decide who wins Miss Oceans. It wouldn't be fair. I'd be biased or just plain wrong."The grumbling started immediately, a chorus of disappointed voices overlapping in a wave of protest.Britta uncrossed her arms and stepped forward with a frown. "That's a total cop-out, Tyler! We did this for you! Pick already!"Kat pouted dramatically. "Come on, you can't bail now! We've been planning this all night!"Isabella's elegant pose faltered with a huff. "Foul play! We deserve a winner!"Maya looked down and spoke in a soft but hurt voice. "I... I trie

The girls, sensing the men's excitement, grinned wider and lined up for their individual showcases. They stepped forward one by one to flaunt and pose unapologetically.Britta walked up first, her black string bikini barely containing her athletic build. She had high, firm breasts, sculpted abs from endless training, and powerful thighs that screamed Amazonian. She was of high genetic quality, the cream of the Salvatore blood.Britta planted a foot on the edge of Tyler's lounger, leaning in close. Her muscles flexed as she struck a dominant pose, with her chest thrust forward."I am your ward, Tyler," she whispered. "You can use me anytime. Your mystical ritual requires virginity, and no man has ever touched me. Additionally, because of my grandfather's history of cultivation, my mystical chakras are genetically predisposed to be active. You can achieve full satisfaction if you use my body."Tyler cleared his throat, eyes darting over her body without control. "Britta, this is... unex

The elite top deck of THE BUTCH looked like a royal garden under the early morning sun. It was a private oasis on the superyacht with teak flooring polished to a shine.Oversized loungers padded with weatherproof cushions littered the area, and a small infinity pool flowed off the edge. Potted palms swayed gently in the sea breeze, while a discreet bar cart offered fresh fruits, chilled water, and morning beverages.Tyler reclined on one gilded lounger in his swim trunks. His upper body was bare to catch the rays for a tan.Beside him, Derek Sentinel was bent forward, carrying a holographic device that projected an oceanic map in the air."If Lazarus Briar hits us at the convergence…" Tyler said, pointing to a glowing point on the holo-map. "We'll need the ships with the Gilded Men to form a vanguard perimeter with their warded hulls. If things go south, I will have to bring out Indra's Vajra. I don't know how effective it will be in a marine environment, but I guess we will find out.

One could tell it wasn't really Yara speaking through her voice. It was Lilith's face, with a predatory edge in her smile.Gemini, one of the lieutenants of the Gilded Men, shifted in her position. She was a strong, athletic woman in comfortable training tanks and shorts."Boys? You mean men? What about them?""Actually, she wants to talk about her master, Tyler Grant," Kat said bluntly. She petted Mamushi, who was asleep on the sofa beside her, purring occasionally as the superyacht jostled over the waves. "Don't you, demoness?"Yara scowled at the goddess. "So what if I am? You already have a child with him. You got your share of Tyler Grant. What about us?"Her statement got the others to join in. The previously silent environment quickly turned into a verbal catfight that became toxic in short order.Britta was the first to try calming down things. She set her beer down with a thud that drew all eyes. "Alright! Let's address the elephant in the room. Tyler Grant. Our Tyler Grant,

Victor Cromwell stood behind his massive oak desk in the Mayor's chamber. The city of Springfield sprawled below like a living organism, pulsing with the construction sounds at Fort Cromwell.He adjusted his tailored suit, a far cry from the rugged attire he once wore as Victor Damone. But today was not about appearances. It was about reclaiming what was his, piece by piece.The doors swung open, and Clive Baron, his head butler and a 4-star in the New World Order, stepped in first. "Sir, your guests have arrived."Clive was one of the first to know the Cromwell identity's truth. In his Napoli suit impeccable as always, he bowed slightly and gestured to the four figures entering behind him.These were Victor's erstwhile Five-Star generals—the elite core of his old team from the NWO days. They didn't know him as Victor Damone, codename Caesar, whose funeral they had attended.To them, he was Victor Cromwell, the upstart Mayor who had risen from obscurity to command Springfield's transf

Kate pulled up to the gates of Springfield's new military academy, Ashfield. Her old beat-up car rattled to a stop among a sea of shiny trucks and SUVs. Her adoptive parents wouldn’t give her a new vehicle. This was something she purchased for five hundred bucks at an old garage.Ashfield Academy was a fortress straight out of a war movie. High concrete walls topped with razor wire, floodlights mounted every few yards, and armed guards patrolling the entrance.Kate entered the academy after showing her pass at the gate. Inside, the place teemed with thousands of applicants. Excited youngsters jostled for position in the long registration lines.‘This is crazy,’ she thought, scanning the crowd. There were guys in tank tops showing off their gym-built muscles, and girls in athletic wear trying to look tough.Everyone here thought they had what it took to join Victor Cromwell's elite military police. However, Kate was here for answers, and not glory.The registration building was a squat

Victor cast a sidelong glance at Atticus. "It's your plan, not mine. I never asked you to make GEN5 serum from my blood, or even manufacture large amounts of it. Now you want to mass-produce hybrids with my blood? I am beginning to doubt your plan."The Tribunal nodded, unaffected by Victor's disapproval. "Victor. We did not start this without your consent. Because of GEN5, Eva Atelier is still alive.""She is not Eva," the Mayor replied with finality."Okay. But her survival is an experimental success. We could replicate this. Build an army of hybrids to counter the Puppetmaster's changelings. Imagine it: unstoppable soldiers that are loyal and enhanced. No families to mourn them."Victor clenched his jaw. The idea, although not new, hung in the air like a dark cloud. "We're already playing with fire, Atticus. GEN5 links their lives to mine."Atticus leaned forward. "You saw the Puppetmaster's changelings with your own eyes. They are multiplying—grotesque, mind-controlled abomination

Victor stepped into the Mayor's Office after a day of attending colleges, seminars, and public gatherings. The heavy doors sealed behind him with a soft hiss.He had successfully publicized Springfield's new military program. Anybody above the age of eighteen could appear in the entrance tests. Only the best among them would be chosen to train and participate in an elite process. Just that, they would never know what they were getting into.The Mayor's room was vast, lined with dark wood panels and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the military-industrial city of Springfield. He crossed to the largest window.Outside, the city sprawled under the evening sun. His gaze was fixed on the construction site at the city's center. It was a massive construction project rising like a beast from the earth.Fort Cromwell. His future stronghold. Cranes swung massive beams into place, workers swarmed like ants, and the skeleton of what would be a megalithic fortress was gradually taking shap

Kate's mind buzzed as she shoved through the crowd of students and parents. And mediapersons. Her eyes were fixed on Victor Cromwell's retreating back. Their earlier exchange had ended too abruptly.Victor's cryptic words—"You'll find out soon enough"—rang in her ears. Did he actually know her vigilante secret?Kate wasn't about to let him walk away without explaining himself. Spotting him near the back entrance of the Springfield auditorium, she broke into a jog."Mr. Cromwell!" she shouted. "Wait a second, please!"Victor paused and half-turned towards her. "Miss Harper, right? How can I be of service?"Kate stopped a few feet from him. "What you said back there—what did you mean? About me finding out soon?"Victor made a poker face. "It was really just a figure of speech. What did you think I intended to say?"She furrowed her brows in irritation. It's not that she could ask him the question directly. "It felt like you were hinting at something specific. Something about me."He chu

The conference hall at Sapphire University buzzed with energy in the evening. Every seat was taken. Students sprawled across the rows, buzzing in anticipation while media crews jostled for the best angles.Even parents found an excuse to fit in. They craned their necks to see the stage.Banners with the university’s crest fluttered overhead, along with Springfield’s new logo—a metal hawk. The Mayor had made it official earlier that month.This wasn’t just any event; it was a big deal since Victor barely ever made any private appearances.The Dean stepped up to the podium stiffly. His voice boomed through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for attending. Your wait is over. Please welcome our distinguished guest and fearless leader, Lieutenant Mayor Victor Cromwell!”The crowd erupted as Victor strode onto the stage. He was impossible to miss—tall, muscular, with a tailored suit that looked old-school mafia. His sharp features and piercing eyes made him look like he’d stepped o

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