All Chapters of I AM Kaelor Thane: The God Of War: Chapter 101
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Kidnapped At Dawn
Thane’s POVMy health had already worsened, and I knew something was wrong. I told Dr. Henry from China about it, and he immediately sent me some herbal mixture drugs to the United States. He said they’d help strengthen my system if I took them correctly. For a while, I didn’t believe they’d work, but after some weeks, I started seeing progress.Now I’m fifty years old, and instead of growing weaker, I feel my strength increasing every single day. It’s strange but good. As the president of the United States, I’ve made a lot of impact—more than any of my predecessors, even President Mark. And right now, my main goal is to become tougher and more strategic against any terrorist that dares to cross our borders.Calvin and Forger have grown so fast. They’re both twelve now—smart, strong, and full of life—while Theresa and Shawn are still as beautiful as ever.That morning, they both sat on the gigantic bed in our room, laughing about something while waiting for me to come in. The soft mor
A Father's Vow
Thane POVAfter too many thorough searches for my children, Calvin and Forger, it’s been forty-eight hours now, and we still haven’t heard anything. The FBI, CIA, my bodyguards, and the army haven’t traced a single signal. Their tracking watches and other devices show nothing. This made both Theresa and Shawn completely lose their minds, they’ve been crying profusely.I had to calm them both down. I promised myself I would punish everyone who dared to challenge me.But unfortunately, the news spread across Georgia City, Campbell City, and all over the United States. This is the last thing I wanted. Instead of quiet support, the story caused damage to my name and reputation. Some called me a coward in the press. Reporters who challenged me a few days ago posted on social media, calling me an incompetent president who can’t save his family but wants to save the citizens. People began to protest, demanding I step down. They made memes and videos using my face and Theresa’s and Shawn’s,
Seconds From Disaster
Thane POVWe returned to the White House in secret. I moved quietly, keeping the boys low between Martins and the other bodyguards. The night air tasted like cold metal and smoke, and my chest felt heavy with every careful breath. We left the place where we had defeated the terrorists behind us, the ruined warehouse still smelling of fear and old gunpowder. We had fought hard; we had won a battle. At least that’s what I thought.We drove through back roads, then into a service entrance no one outside my closest circle knew about. The team worked fast, silent and methodical. Forger and Calvin clung to each other in the back of the armored car. Both of them were pale but breathing. The boys had been through hell; their small bodies had learned a new kind of tired. When I looked at them, I felt everything inside me tighten and loosen at once. Relief, anger, exhaustion. It all washed through me like a tide.We reached the safe house we had prepared months ago for emergencies like this. It
The God of War Never Dies
Thane POVIt was a private message from one of my trusted security officers stationed in Camp Delta, a top–classified military base. The message only read: “Mr. President, urgent situation. One of the prisoners under high surveillance just escaped. We believe it’s him, Sahil Riyas Jr.”My hands froze for a second. The name sent cold chills through my veins. Sahil Riyas Jr. the son of the terrorist we thought we had eliminated years ago. The same man whose network just tried to destroy my sons.Immediately, I rose from the couch, my breathing heavy. Theresa noticed the look on my face.“Thane, what’s wrong?” she asked, rushing toward me.I tried to stay calm, not to scare her, but the truth was heavier than words.“There’s been another attack,” I said quietly. “The terrorist leader escaped from Camp Delta.”Her eyes widened. “What? How? You just saved our children!”“I know,” I said firmly, “but it seems this is far from over.”I turned to Martins, who was standing near the door, alert
The Dawn Strike
Thane POVThe sky was still dark when I opened my eyes. It was that deep, early-morning darkness that always reminded me of the battlefield—silent, cold, and waiting. I stood from the bed quietly so I wouldn’t wake Theresa or Shawn. Forger and Calvin were in their room down the hallway, sleeping peacefully, unaware that their father was preparing for another war.Today was the beginning of Operation Iron Hawk.I walked straight to my secret closet, the same place I had not touched for years until the rescue mission. My weapons were arranged exactly how I left them. My old military uniform, the one I wore during the battles that earned me the name “God of War,” hung on the wall.I grabbed my gloves, strapped my vest, holstered my guns, checked the blades I kept for close-combat, and took a deep breath. Something inside my chest felt heavy. A warning. A sign. But I didn’t ignore it. I pushed it aside like every soldier does when danger is calling.As soon as I stepped out of the closet,
The Secret Betrayer
Thane POV“We’re closer than you think.You should check your house, Mr President.”No name, No profile picture,No number.Just the words mocking me. Taunting me. A direct attack on my mind.Martins stepped closer. “Sir… what did they send?”I turned the phone toward him.His eyes widened instantly. “Damn… they’re threatening the White House?”“No,” I replied calmly, even though my voice trembled with anger. “They’re not threatening. They’re telling me they’ve already been inside.”Martins inhaled sharply. “We need to move. Now.”I nodded once. “Prepare the vehicles. We leave immediately.”The soldiers hurried toward the convoy, but inside me, the fire was already burning. If Viktor or Sahil Jr. had touched my home again… if they dared to come near my family… I would destroy everything they believed in.As we rushed back toward the cars, I kept replaying the message in my head.Check your house.Why would they say that unless.A dark thought cut through me.No.I didn’t even want to i
Viktor's Broadcast
Thane POV The moment Thane stepped out of the investigation room, the air in the White House shifted. It felt heavier, colder, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. Martins walked beside him, his boots echoing sharply on the floor.“Sir,” Martins whispered, “we checked the last two surveillance feeds. The devices were planted right under our noses. Someone opened restricted access for exactly sixteen seconds.”Thane didn’t slow down. He couldn’t. His blood was running too hot, too sharp.“Sixteen seconds is enough for a professional,” Thane replied, jaw clenched. “Whoever is doing this… they’re not making mistakes.”Martins didn’t argue. He had served with Thane long enough to know when to keep quiet.They reached the lower West Wing corridor. Screens lined the walls—live feeds, security grids, thermal maps, all running at once. Everything looked normal. Everything looked calm.But Thane knew better.Betrayal didn’t always scream. Sometimes it walked quietly.A young a
Meeting Of The Generals
Thane POV“ I stood in the corridor, holding Calvin close. The boy’s small arms clung to me like a lifeline. The cold metal of the White House walls seemed to reflect the icy storm building inside me.Martins approached, his boots silently against the polished floor. “Sir… we’ve secured the building. All entrances are monitored. Nothing goes out or comes in without clearance.”I nodded slowly, my jaw tight. “Good. Keep Calvin safe. No one leaves this floor except me.”“Yes, sir,” Martins replied, his voice steady but tense.I turned, my mind wasn't at rest. Viktor had done more than humiliate me on national television. He had shown the world that I was vulnerable. That my family was vulnerable. And now, because of that, the entire country questioned my authority. Some states had threatened to withdraw military support. Social media had exploded into chaos. Every headline screamed: “Is the President still capable?”Emergency Meeting CalledWithin the hour, an emergency meeting was conv
Sahil Jr.'s Trap
Thane POV The message arrived just after sunrise.Thane was standing in the secure room beneath the White House, the same room where he slept for the past three nights because Viktor’s attack had thrown the entire country into fear. The screens around him still showed the aftermath of Viktor’s broadcast—riots in three cities, protests in two, and military bases questioning their orders. The world was shaking, and Viktor’s face was everywhere.Martins rushed in. “Sir, you need to see this. It came through an encrypted military line.”Thane looked up from the map he had been studying. “Encrypted? From who?”“We don’t know,” Martins said. “But the sender’s signature claims to be… Sahil Jr.”Thane’s jaw tightened.Sahil Jr.—Viktor’s newest little weapon. A boy who believed he had something to prove. A boy Viktor had trained, used, and twisted until he was dangerous enough to kill without blinking.“Show me,” Thane said.Martins tapped the tablet and handed it over.The message was short,
The Secretary Falls
Thane POVThe Steel Ridge Factory had burned to the ground behind me, smoke still curling into the sky like the aftermath of a war cry. I had barely a moment to catch my breath before a new threat emerged, and this one was closer than any sniper, any terrorist, or even Sahil Jr. could have been.Martins drove us back toward the White House in silence, the black SUV swallowing the distance between danger zones. I sat rigid, eyes scanning every shadow, every road, every reflection in the tinted windows. My mind was alive with possibilities. Viktor had escaped, Sahil Jr. had set a trap, and now the question was simple: who had betrayed us inside our own walls?The answer had been clear for some hours. My intelligence team had traced subtle anomalies—encrypted messages, unusual server access, unexplained clearances given to foreign operatives. And every piece of evidence pointed to a single person: **the Secretary of Defense.**I clenched my fists. Every betrayal, every leak, every death