Clara and Galbraith came down a short while later with Jack and Aiden. Jack had a satisfied expression on his face while Aiden who was standing next to him had a slightly swollen cheek. Not only was he nursing a bruised cheek, his shoulders were sunken and the limb he had been concealing was noticeable now. Seeing him like this made Kylie shudder as she wondered what Aiden had done to trigger such abuse from his parents. Although Aiden had a testy tongue, he was already an injured person. Kylie thought that aggravating his injuries was just cruel. Of course, that thought flew out the window when Jack told her the reason why Aiden was in this mess.“He asked Mom and Dad if they could arrange a marriage wit you for him.”Now, Kylie wished that she had been invited to watch or better still, had been given the license to get a few good blows in. The good impression he made on her the first night they met had been wiped clean. That was especially so when Jack also told her that Aiden’s car
Aiden disappeared from the place he stood the moment he spoke those words. All Kylie saw were a cold pair of eyes staring at her and causing her to freeze on the spot she stood. She wasn’t able to predict his movement nor did she feel any fear when he moved. She was utterly helpless before him1Caring little for how Kylie was feeling right now, Aiden pulled back his arm and bent his elbow. A strong gale gathered around his fist and with a sadistic smile he sent it flying towards Kylie!*Boom*Kylie’s hair was pushed back as the strong wind generated by Aiden’s punch flew past her face. The large fist of the genius of the Kingsman Family was stopped just a few inches in front of her lovely face.“That’s enough. Step back Aiden,” Clara lifted her hand and said.“Yes Ma’am,” Aiden nodded and jumped back. He was so swift that Kylie wasn’t able to see past this either!“So Child, how did that feel like?” Clara stood with her arms crossed before her. Her eyes were calm without a flicker of
Kylie had a strange dream. In the dream the white Great Wolf that she had met in the mystical world of her mind stood before her. Unlike before when everything felt so real and she had to convince herself that it wasn’t - a feat she failed to achieve - this time the dream felt like an actual dream. Things looked fuzzy and although her body stood within the dark space that contained nothing else, her mind was detached from her body, allowing her to view everything all it once.“You are a strange one,” the white Great Wolf didn’t open its mouth, but Kylie was able to hear its words clearly. She wasn’t sure if they were communicating telepathically or the beast could naturally transmit its thoughts through a skill since she wasn’t the one actually in charge. Although her body was present here, she could clearly feel that she wasn’t in control. It was almost like she was just here as a spectator. This was evidenced by the fact that the words that flew out of the dream Kylie’s mouth were d
“I am unfamiliar with it,” Kylie thought about the question for a short while before giving an answer. For some strange reason those words resonated with her, but she couldn’t find anything in her memories that was connected to the legend Clara was referring to.“Well it isn’t a surprise. Even among Beastmen there are many of the new generation who do not believe it.” Clara stated calmly and gently sipped her milk.“New generation?” Kylie asked, wondering what that classification meant. Was Clara of the old generation then?“Yes Child. This generation of Beastmen - those who survived after the last Great War - is referred to as the new generation. The old generation folks died long ago.” Clara answered succinctly.“I see,” Kylie nodded her head with a bit of surprise on her face. That meant even Sir Kaizo was part of the new generation.“Why don’t we believe in the legend then?” Kylie asked, her words revealing that she had accepted her identity as a Beastman. Clara smiled at her subc
There were many cities in the country of Kanto. Among these cities was one that was famed for being the busiest in the region and even the entire world, A City. A City was known as the city that never sleeps. It didn’t matter if it was night or day. Those who lived in the city seemed to have an almost endless supply of energy that saw them stand tall at times that every other human craved the comfort of their pillows. This overactive nature was perfectly illustrated on this uncommon night where even the stars had forsaken their duty and had themselves, gone to sleep. Although it was night with the lone moon in the sky retreating silently as the day gradually approached, several buildings still had their lights on and many clubs were still open. Restaurants and food stalls littered the streets and the bright eyes of their owners suggested that although it was 1am in the morning, these people were still as active as a child with ADHD.The lights spread across the city highlighted the be
Just as there were many beautiful places in the world, there were dark crevices and dangerous underbellies that the normal human would not dare intrude upon. One of such places was the Dark Market’s underground fighting ring. The Dark Market did not have a fixed location. No single location could contain the atrocities of the Dark Market, and if it did take root in any city, that city would be swiftly destroyed and left to rot. The underground fighting rings were many, and unlike the actual Dark Market, the underground rings had their own bases; as long as it was a major city, it would have an Underground Fighting Ring. They were a great source of wealth to the Dark Market after all. You see, the rich had grown bored of life and sought other stimulants, leading them to the violent underworld of gore and blood. Seeing humans shred each other to pieces for those notes that they had grown so bored of was such a thrill to these wealthy fools that they were willing to gamble fortunes to fu
The spotlight that had been hanging over the Cruel Emperor was taken off and displaced to another part of the arena. What appeared before their eyes was a closed door, and each second that passed brought with its anticipation of who would emerge from that door. Unlike with Sameed, the crowd did not immediately lose its mind when the Lightning Emperor was introduced. Each person craned his or her neck to catch a glimpse of the legend of the underground boxing arena.The two friends who had come here for the same purpose were no different. The two stretched their necks longer than a giraffe testing the limits of its neck extension. They kept their eyes glued to the door, all the while thinking that the Lightning Emperor’s introduction was a bit strange. No, they weren’t referring to the part where the Lightning Emperor was still in his room even though everyone was waiting for him. While that was strange and rarely seen, it did happen from time to time. Sameed the Cruel Emperor was also
The dominant might of the Lightning Emperor was different from the savagery that the Cruel Emperor had shown or rather, was known for. The people forgot to cheer his name like they did when the Cruel Emperor displayed his tenacity. No, it wasn’t accurate to say that. It was more accurate to say that they couldn’t cheer because he was the very embodiment of fear. His dull eyes filled with disinterest was akin to the gaze of a god surveying the mortal world and his calm stride was similar to that of a man who had already won the war before it even began.“You can start,” the Lightning Emperor turned to the announcer and reminded him to get on with it. The man whose exuberant introduction of both fighters had long been forgotten by all who were watching, including himself, was still frozen in place. His eyes pleaded with the Lightning Emperor for his freedom. Looking into those deeply flawed pupils, the eyes of the Lightning Emperor shone brightly before he mumbled.“I forgot. I am sorry
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