Kylie growled menacingly as her eyes adopted a new colour. Those dark brown pupils were swapped by a brilliant blue that was only matched by the colourful ocean waves, and her sclera shone brightly with the golden light of the sun. Looking into those beautiful eyes stunned Aiden quite a bit. Even in his battle thirsty state, this man did not forget to appreciate the beautiful woman he was tossing around like a ragdoll. Unfortunately for Aiden, he didn’t get to appreciate Kylie’s beauty for long. Kylie’s tail bulged out like a body part dominated by muscles, and with great force it pushed her off the ground and into Aiden who was still held down by her! Taking a page from Aiden’s book, she curled her left leg and brought it forward, sending a devastating knee strike towards Aiden’s chest!Since Kylie was holding on to Aiden’s arm – and her claws were serving as an anchor that tore away at his tough skin – Aiden was not able to move away even though he clearly saw Kylie ascending toward
The Kingsman mansion was a place with many different facilities. In fact, there were so many rooms and facilities that Kylie had not been introduced to them all. Right now, Kylie was in one of the wings of the mansion she had never been brought to – the Treatment Wing.Within the main house itself, there was a first-aid room. That was the room that Kylie was familiar with. After all, before today most of her fights with Aiden could only be classified as petty squabbles. Compared to what the two had just done to each other, their prior fights were nothing but jokes. Now, she had been rushed to the Treatment Wing which had more than fifteen rooms and a large ward that could accommodate at least fifty people at once! This was the power of a large clan prepared to go to war at any time! Kylie was in one of the fifteen private rooms receiving premium treatment. Inserted into her arm was an drip that connected to a bag containing a blue fluid. As the nurses adjusted the contents of the IV b
“Yes. Kylie’s ability seems to focus on supressing regeneration. Luckily, we do not have to keep calling it Bloodline Repression because this is not the first time it has appeared in a Moon Wolf.” Galbraith was proving to be a treasure trove of knowledge. There was nothing that he didn’t seem to know. Hearing his words, Aiden’s eyes twinkled brightly. Like a little kid excitedly asking for another serving of a platter full of candies, he extended his eager eyes over to his father who could not help but spill what he knew once he saw this. Perhaps, Galbraith was the only one who still thought of Aiden as ‘cute’. That wasn’t surprising though. Aiden was his son after all.“It appeared in the 2nd Patriarch of the Moon Wolf, the Blood Alpha. Unfortunately, I too do not know much about him.”“The Blood Alpha?” Jack was visibly confused hearing this name. He was not the only one though. Davies and Aiden looked just as confused by the name. In just a few minutes, these Beastmen boys who thou
“The Blood Alpha was a child heavily gifted. At the tender age of three he the vocabulary of ten year old, and by the time he was ten could use complex phrases and intelligent idioms freely. His intellect was something that caused him to stand out, and the Moon Wolf Elders noticed him before long. At the age of 5, he was baptised into the clan’s ways fully, awakening his Bloodline Repression to become a Wolf Cub. This excited the Elders and the rest of the clan. After all, there had been no instance of a Moon Wolf awakening so early in their clan; neither had there ever been a Wolf Cub who had survived the trial of the shrine before the age of ten! It was a marvellous thing for them; yet their joy was short lived.”“The Blood Alpha refused to lift a finger against any opponent he faced – his heart could not bear the pain of inflicting misery upon another. Even in normal spars against other children, he would hesitate each time to hit his opponent or strike a decisive blow. The Elders
Although hearing that the Blood Alpha’s return to the world of combat was marked by murder, none of those hearing his story felt any pity for the scion of the Moon Wolves who had lost his life in the process. To them, he had it coming. After all, not only had he sneaked out of the clan to pursue a boy who wanted nothing to do with fighting because of his own jealousy, he had killed people the young Blood Alpha loved and considered family while grinning about how much he was going to torture him before he killed him. That was an inhumane heart to have at such a young age, and it was no surprise that neither Davies nor the Kingsman men felt any pity for the boy; however, it was important to acknowledge the effect this boy had on the Blood Alpha. The Blood Alpha was someone whose heart was too soft to land even a normal punch on another person. This was someone who did not mind inflicting pain upon himself if another could be safe from any form of it. A boy so talented that the Elders f
“Argh,” Kylie awakened with a groan, her hand instinctively reaching for her head. This weighty part of her body that contained the most important structure of a human body and was as light as a small pillow, suddenly felt like a massive boulder upon her neck. It throbbed strongly with each breath she took, and she could have sworn that there was a large rock upon her head and causing all this commotion were it not for the fact that there was a mirror directly in front of her that showed her reflection. At the vert least, if there was something like that weighing her down, it didn’t appear on mirrors.“What happened? And why am I in a hospital?” Kylie moaned in both pain and exhaustion while looking down upon the gown that was the uniform of any inpatient. As a medical student of one of the best universities in the country – and possibly the world – she was well informed about matters concerning medicine and health. While she was still in her pre-clinical years, she had been to the h
“Dr.?” Kylie mumbled, surprised by the revelation. However, the daughter of the Smiths had to admit that it made sense now. Now she understood why Helena had been fed so much information!“Urgh. Not this buzzkill again,” Helena grumbled. “Why do you always come in and ruin my fun?!” she snarled. The doctor who had just walked in controlled his expression well, but the twitching eyebrows showed that he was close to his breaking point.“I’m not a buzzkill Dr. Cudjoe. I am your assistant, Henry. And you have to stop wearing my uniform!” Henry exclaimed. He certainly did not speak to Helena like one would a superior. Well, who could blame him? His boss was an immature thirty-year-old who went around pranking her patients!“Why are you here Henry? Can’t you see that I am speaking to the patient?” Helena frowned and said. This was Kylie’s first time seeing her frown; however, this side of her was not fearful at all. Helena looked incredibly cute trying to feign anger, but it was obvious tha
Kylie spoke to Henry for a while. He was a pleasant man with good manners and was also adept at keeping a person’s attention. His communication skills were so impressive that Kylie was talking to him for about half an hour before she realized it! The two spoke about a few things, but the focus of their conversation of Helena. Since the moment Henry confessed that he was in love with the queer doctor, Kylie had been interested in what advances he had made so far. As someone who had not really had an expanded love life, this intrigued her. Luckily, Henry wasn’t one of those men who refused to talk about his feelings. The two spoke about what it had been like to be with her yet not be able to tell her how he felt, and in the end, Kylie felt close to Henry. It felt as though the two had been friends for a while. When she advised Henry to confess his feelings to Helena, he was against it however. His worry was that if she did not feel the same, it would interfere with their working relatio
Kylie had another dream. Well, at this point, she spent more time dreaming than she did staying awake; however, this dream was familiar. It was an image she had seen before and one that she did not miss. She did not think she would see this again, but here she was once again, her spirit stranded on this worn-down planet. The red sun in the sky bore down on her and transmitted great heat, for although this was a dream, Kylie could feel the burning fire of the sun. The Legacy candidate of the Lion King tribe tore her eyes away from the sun and cast her eyes to the only figure present on this planet. Unlike her meet dream of this place, there were no enemies today. And unlike the first time, the protagonist of this dream was staring at her.A figure that seemed familiar yet eerily unfamiliar. It was as though she was holding a dystopian mirror before herself, for the person Kylie was looking at was an alternate image of herself. Same face, same figure, same complexion, and the same heigh
“What...is...that?” Razor asked with widened eyes. His arms which held Philip trembled strongly as his transformed skin failed to cope with the scorching heat now present in the hall. Yet even though his fur sizzled and burned, Razor could feel nothing. All that went through his mind was the shock of seeing Kylie in this new form.“Did you know about this?” Jack turned to Davis and asked. “No. Of course not. This is my first time seeing something like this” Davies replied.Both men were stunned by what they were seeing. Jack was using his spear to absorb the heat that threatened to reduce him to ash, for his spear’s origin was related to a creature that loved flames. As for Davies, he was using Jack as a shield by standing as close to him as possible. His response to Jack was not marred with lies, for he indeed had no idea what was going on. He had never seen Kylie in this form before, neither had he seen her radiating so much fury. No...wait. He had seen her show this much anger be
“Those eyes that were formerly lost, are now filled with conviction. They have figured it out.” Bloodlust muttered to herself silently, the pretentious crazed look she had mustered fading into nothingness. Her eyes still held her rage and her quivering from the loss of her brother did not cease, but her hidden wisdom had been pushed to the surface. This change was easy to discern. After all, it was easy to tell when an opponent had suddenly turned cautious.“Don’t worry about her ability to regenerate!” Kylie screamed, not telling the others that Davies held the key to defeating this monster; such a decision would cost them their element of surprise.Unfortunately for Kylie, Bloodlust was keen and sharp. She was unlike her brother. The moment she saw Kylie and Davies exchanging looks and noticed that his demeanour had grown emboldened, she was confident that the two were plotting something. She didn’t know how they had communicated without saying a word, but she would be arrogant to d
Kylie frowned as she watched Bloodlust rapidly approaching. Razor was engaged with the Blood Daemon, keeping her at bay with his powerful blows and tearing her apart with the blades that adorned his arm. Unfortunately, his victim could be so careless with her actions and her attacks. Her swift attacks and careless nature made it difficult for Razor to be as brazen as he usually was, affecting his fighting style. Thankfully, Razor was not alone. Jack was there as well.As someone who had trained more as a marital artist than as a beastman, Jack was more suited to a battle like this. In a battle that required more caution than brazen obliteration of the enemy, Jack was a better fit. Phillip had also crawled out of the wall he had been struck into. While he was not as strong as Razor or as skilled as Jack, he too was used to a more reserved fighting style due to the fact that he had been fighting against opponents stronger than he was for the past few weeks of training prior to the missi
Dark Shadows’ eyes fluttered close as she embraced death. She didn’t think she would die like this but alas, when did she become the decider of her fate? Her greatest delusion had been to underestimate the beastmen because they were young. If she had taken them seriously from the start and actually drawn up a strategy to handle them, even if she had lost, she would have taken half of the team with her. It was unfortunate for the one who ruled these parts to come to this realization while standing on death’s door; however, her death was not filled with only regret.Yes, she had failed to lead properly and caused Slender and Muscles’ death by sending them after opponents who were much too ready for them. Yes, her foolishness and carelessness had led to the death of Breaker, meaning that even if she had survived, the Blood Daemon family would have killed her for her error. And yes, she had brought Bloodlust to tears and broken the spirit of the once reserved girl. These were all things s
For as long as she could remember, she and her brother had been together. From the moment of their birth to the time the family decided that they should go on their pilgrimage, they had been together. That was the life she had grown accustomed to. Her brother’s presence had become a part of her. He was an extension of her image, a mirror that reflected the part of herself that was always suppressed. Her strict nature and bridled character could be maintained because he was free for both of them. Hs carelessness and free spirit made up for her lack of either one thereof, making it easier to reach the level she had reached.Daemons were special. Each one was highly valued, and the Daemon families were powerful in their own right. Much like the Beastmen’s influential tribes, Daemons were the influential families of the Undead, and their elders came from these families. From Speed Daemons to Rage Daemons and Blood Daemons, Daemons were a force to be reckoned with; a force that not even th
“Sh*t” Dark Shadow could not help but swear when she saw Breaker’s head rolling helplessly across the floor.Her eyes flashed coldly as rage and fear overcame every fiber of her being. It was unusual for the two polar opposite emotions to share the same space, but that was exactly what was happening right now. Her eyes sought the figure of the assassin. She wanted to see the one who had been so brave as to venture into her den alone. After all, she didn’t believe that all the beastmen who had been sent this time were assassins. Yet she could not catch a glimpse of the assassin. She roared in rage as she stamped her foot onto the ground, but her rage would not last long. For in no time, a large figure broke through the door of the throne room, blowing it to smithereens, and barged inside with an insidious smile on his face. This person was a beastman covered in spikes. His shaggy mane was reflective of his clan and Dark Shadow knew immediately who was behind this.“The Lion King tribe!
Dark Shadow sat silently upon her throne. Her eyes gazed calmly upon the large chandelier hanging from the centre of the ceiling that had been unused since the time she started living here. After all, what need did an Undead have for light. Whether it was sunlight or artificial light, it did not have a place in their land.“It feels quiet without them here,” Dark Shadow muttered, sighing tiredly.“If Slender and Muscles heard you say this, they would be very pleased,” said an Undead who had just walked into the room.Next to this Undead was another of his kind but of the opposite sex. The two approached Dark Shadow’s throne and knelt before her, offering their respect to their mistress.“Bloodlust greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”“Breaker greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”Looking down upon her two subordinates, Dark Shadow chuckled lightly and gestured for them to stand. These two, Bloodlust and Breaker, were the other two 4 Star Undead under her command. Bloodlust and Breaker were both Bloo
Psycho opened his eyes to the unfamiliar sight of daylight. He squinted naturally, as was expected for a creature more accustomed to the shadows and began to squirm uncomfortably. He wanted to get out of the light and into the darkness. His eyes rapidly sought for shade or shelter, anything that could grant him respite from the scorching heat of the sun that threatened to suck him dry.“Why am I here? And where is the captain?” Psycho wondered as his patched and cracked lips refused to part to even allow him to speak.He didn’t know why he couldn’t move as freely as he wanted, for his eyes were struggling to adapt to the piercing brightness of the sun. He could not see properly. His body just felt unusually heavy. Almost as though there was something keeping him bound. The last time he felt this way was right before he awakened as an Undead. For before he opened his eyes to this world that he knew, his body would not listen to him. Since then, he had clawed his way through the bittern