“Can we come in?” Clara gently rattled the doorpost to the Study and asked. Her voice was as silent as a whisper, and Kylie who stood behind her wondered if those behind the door would be able to hear her. However, her worries were misplaced for a reply came soon after the question was asked.“Yes Love; please, do come in,” came the polite voice of Galbraith Kingsman, Jack’s father. Clara smiled at Kylie and grabbed her hand warmly before opening the door and entering with the girl.Once they were inside, the figures of Galbraith, Davies and Jack sharing a few bottles of wine and laughing about trivial things greeted the two women. Kylie was slightly surprised to see Davies so jolly. Was he not the one who was uncomfortable in the presence of Galbraith? Clara seemed to read her thoughts, causing Kylie to wonder if they shared the same abilities; for the elegant mistress of the Kingsman Family chuckled and whispered into Kylie’s ear,“Alcohol works wonders with men.”Indeed, the three
Kylie lay sprawled on her bed with her gaze fixed to the high ceiling. She wore a black lace nightgown that was just her size and although the lights were off and the room was largely dark, Kylie’s eyes could discern the brighter things from the darker things. While she knew that her senses had grown sharper, she was surprised by how great the change was, and she could tell that it was still improving.“It is strange yet amazing at the same time,” Kylie mumbled as he eyes tracked the movement of an ant moving across the ceiling. This degree of sharpness could not be matched by binoculars! Her eyes could catch the sound of crickets from the vast shrubbery outside her room and each gentle sway of her curtains, she did hear. It was a fascinating new world for her. With all these distractions it would have been difficult to fall asleep, but Kylie knew that she could turn this off at will.“Deep breaths,” she inhaled slowly and reminded herself. This was what Davies had taught her when the
“Have the kids gone to bed?” Galbraith asked while trying to make himself comfortable on the bed. He yawned in exhaustion and pulled the quilt over himself, much to Clara’s amusement.“Honey, they went to bed even before we did. Did you actually get drunk?” Clara chuckled as she joined her husband in their matrimonial bed.“Of course not,” Galbraith was quick to deny his current state, but Clara wasn’t naive enough to listen to his gibberish.“Suure,” Clara nodded her head before erupting into laughter.“The kid…does she know that she would be staying here for an extended period of time?” Galbraith suddenly asked. Although his cheeks were flushed red, his question was an intelligent one.“I haven’t told her yet,” Clara shook her head with a soft sigh. She didn’t want to ruin Kylie’s night by telling her that she wouldn’t see her parents for a while. That kind of information could keep Kylie up all night.“I understand,” Galbraith lightly kissed Clara’s forehead. He may be drunk, but h
Kylie woke up relatively early the next morning. She found it hard to sleep after all that she learned last night. Out of everything she had learned, the most shocking was being told that she would be staying here for a long time. She finally understood why she had been given a room with a closet full of clothes. As for her parents, she was planning to deal with those runaways the next time she saw them. Per what Grandmaster Kaizo told her, that wouldn’t be now. Kylie felt that she had to make sure she learned as much as she could; got as strong as she could; so that the next time that she did see them, she would bash their heads in!Kylie freshened up and picked a pair of black trousers that accentuated her already prominent curves and a white shirt that was large enough to conceal those very curves. Grandmaster Kaizo told her that it was very possible that her training would start today. So what she picked was based on that. The trousers were meant to maximize mobility and shirt was
“This is amazing!” Kylie screamed in exhilaration as she stepped out of the elevator into the underground garage. The garage was large and several feet wide and its lightening was top notch; but it wasn’t the garage that impressed Kylie. She didn’t care about the precious stones that illuminated the garage nor did she care about the absurd size of the place. What caught her attention was the cars that were in the garage. There were at least a hundred vehicles in this place, and all of them - yes, all of them - were limited edition vehicles! Some were over 50 years old but in top condition, while the newer models looked like they hadn’t even been touched!“This is the Panther Z Class Series Ultra! My goodness. I thought they stopped producing that 70 years ago!”“Is that the Vemir 500 Corona? How did you even acquire that beast?!”“That cannot be the Zeus Optic now, can it?”Kylie run around the garage looking at every one of the vehicles. Each vehicle caused her to be stunned beyond r
Aiden was resting confidently upon the roof of his vehicle when Jack spotted him. Seeing the man so chill, Jack really wanted to beat him up. Aiden’s cry for help had seen him travel so far from home yet the person he was here to rescue looked so calm. He started to wonder if he had gotten here a bit too quickly. Aiden looked up just in time to see the approaching vehicle. His sharp eyes recognized the number plate as he exclusive plate number of the Kingsman Family and a smile filled his face. Seeing the approaching vehicle Aiden lifted his hand and waved, something that almost convinced Jack to run him over with the vehicle. However, he was the better man here. His brother had annoyed him too many times to start getting mad at him now. He chuckled bitterly and packed the car next to his brother’s. This road was not a busy one so Jack didn’t mind parking in the middle of the road.“What took you so long?” was the first thing Aiden said when Jack stepped out of the vehicle. Hearing t
Within Aiden’s car, the two brothers drove in silence. For about twenty minutes the two brothers were silent. They said not a word to each other and didn’t even look at each other. The silence didn’t last forever however. When they were close to their home, Jack finally opened his mouth.“Were you the one?” Jack asked.“What?” Aiden was confused. What was his brother asking anyway?“Were you the one?” Jack asked again without giving much clarification. “Geez, could you be any more vague?” Aiden grumbled in annoyance. However, once those words left his mouth a powerful aura filled the car and caused his arms to tremble. He momentarily lost control of the vehicle as sweat streamed down his face. Aiden was a 4 Star Warrior. Granted, he wasn’t in the best of conditions, but he wasn’t weak. Jack’s aura was able to make someone like Aiden sweat profusely! That could only mean that Jack was stronger than he looked!“You better answer honestly,” Jack’s eyes gleamed coldly as he spoke. H
“Mom! I’m back!” Aiden screamed the moment he entered the house. Unlike Jack who actively searched for his parents or allowed the servants to inform them of his return, Aiden was a bit louder with his intros. Jack who was right behind him had his fingers in his ear to block out the loud shout of his brother. It seemed he was used to this behaviour.“You sure took your time,” Davies grumbled as the brothers walked into the hall. He was seated in a large, comfortable chair and nibbling on an apple. Apart from the apple, there were several fruits on a silver platter before him and from the looks of things - with the platter missing about a third of its occupants - Davies had eaten quite a bit.“Well, not everyone can drive like you. I told you that he was slow.” Aiden complained and walked over to Davies. Aiden urged Davies to shift to make some space for him. Davies didn’t complain much because he knew why Aiden was coming to him. He wasn’t there for him; Aiden was there for the fruits.
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