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
“How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?” Clara asked as she sat next to Kylie’s bed. Galbraith was seated next to her with a silly grin on his face. As for Henry and Helena, they were nowhere to be seen. Well, it was mainly because Henry had dragged Helena out of the room to give the three some privacy amidst Helena’s resistance.“I am much better. I should be able to leave in a few hours.” Kylie punched the air with her fist to show that she was doing fine. Her small fist generated a whistling sound as it streaked through the air, and even Kylie could not help but be astonished by this. It seemed that Helena was indeed right. Her newfound strength would be best displayed through battle.“That’s good to hear,” Clara nodded her head in relief while ignoring what she had just seen. Since she already knew that Kylie had become a 1 Star Beastman, this was not a surprise to her. Since this was not the best place to talk, she didn’t want to make any comments. She would tell Kylie all she
Clara and Galbraith stayed with Kylie for a while. They informed her of what had happened after she fell unconscious and explained her Bloodline repression ability to her. They called it ‘Bleed’ and though its name was far from fancy, Kylie was excited by the advantage it gave her. They also told her about the Blood Alpha, and about how he was the first person to awaken this ability. They did this to build a picture of invincibility in Kylie’s mind. Knowing that there was a genius who had awakened this ability some years ago was necessary to boost Kylie’s self-esteem. Of course, the fact that the Blood Alpha had awakened this ability and had risen to prominence in his time did not mean that Kylie would be the same. After all, one was a genius whom the elders of his clan had begged to accept the mantle of Alpha while the other was now embarking on the road of a Beastman – and doing so in her teens as well. They had different starting points and contrasting personalities; however, that
Henry’s heart leaped up his throat when he heard the name ‘Leviathan’. His eyes were swiftly clouded with a complex light, and he sighed before asking Helena, “You knew?”“Hehe,” Helena nodded her head with a silly smile on her face. “What did you think? Did you think I was that ignorant to not realize that you were from the Council?” she chuckled with a mischievous light in her eyes. While she was seen by many as a genius and dunce at the same time, many tended to ignore her genius because she had not revealed it in a while. Her quirky behaviour and abnormal tendences made her more of a dunce than a genius to many, and in time her legend as a genius had been slowly suppressed. However, who said Helena did not want things to be exactly this way? Who said that this was not a scheme that she and her clan had cooked up? The Unchanging Clan was famous for hiding in the shadows and striking when one least expected it. Why would such a clan be content with having the whole world know of the
“You-“, Henry breathed heavily in confusion. “Didn’t you say that you like the girl? Why then does thou seek her life?” he couldn’t help but question Helena’s morals. Even for someone as unpredictable as Helena, this was madness. The Council maintained the balance between the Undead and Beastman races. According to the shameful treaty that the Beastmen had been forced to sign when they lost the war, the Council had the right to step in whenever a threat to peace appeared within the Beastman race. If there was any with the talent of the Blood Alpha, Wisdom Saint or the Irrepressible Matriarch, the Council was allowed to move into action and kill that person off! Essentially, they were preventing the Beastmen from ever mounting a comeback!“It’s because I like her that I am asking you to do this. She cannot grow stronger the way she is right now. She needs to be announced as an Alpha level threat. Only then, would she be given the stimulus to grow!” Helena snarled.There were three thre
“Are we really leaving him there?” Kylie asked Jack as the powerful four-wheeler drove into the driveway of the main Kingsman mansion. Clara and Galbraith had taken the lead in another vehicle, stating that they had pressing matters to attend to. Kylie who was more than aware that it was because of her that they had lost so much of their working time, was too grateful to ask them to come with them. She was touched that they had spent the entire time she was unconscious, in the hospital. If before she felt no attachment to this place but to Davies and Davies alone, now she felt a small sense of belonging.“Yep,” Davies answered in Jack’s stead. His face was bland and unemotional; however, if one were to stare into his eyes a little more deeply, one would see the joy hidden beneath those amber orbs.“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Jack added with a frown.“And is definitely not the tenth time,” Davies continued.“It is would obviously not be the last,” the two said together as though thei
It had been a few weeks since the incident. Just like Davies and Jack said, Aiden was back in the main mansion after only a day. He returned with his eyes bright and his attitude hearty, almost as though he was never hurt in the first place! Well, since his return was already predicted, Kylie did not find it to be that surprising, and neither did anybody in the house. His return only sparked the return of Kylie’s afterschool spars which, by the way, she had not missed even once.And so, the next few days continued in this manner. Kylie attended classes during the day and found herself on the receiving end of some furious punches during the night. Her spars with Aiden only got more intense, and soon her power was consolidated as a 1 Star Beastman! She adjusted to her body’s newfound strength, learned more about her Bloodline Repression ability, and was able to move with a great degree of familiarity. In fact, now she was able to transform her fingers into claws at will! While it seemed
Kylie subconsciously gulped down some saliva upon feeling the tenseness of the atmosphere. She took a few steps back to relieve herself of that stiffening feeling, yet that did her no good. The feeling of a beast breathing down her neck remained like a stinging pain upon her nape no matter how many meters she put between Sam and herself. She didn’t need anyone to tell her that she was in trouble now. “What do you mean?” Kylie asked, regretting that she had allowed herself to be dragged all the way here upon naively thinking that this was a school, and the most Sam could do to her was harass her. “What do I mean? Alright, I will explain this to you. It is the least I can do before pummelling you into the ground and beating you senseless.” “There are many talented individuals within the Lion King tribe, and many more who are several years younger than you. All these brilliant individuals have no chance to be trained by the Kingsman Family, the most powerful family of the Lion King tri
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