Kylie twisted to get away from Sam’s furious blow, using every single thing she had – including her tail – to avoid getting struck. With slick movements that could not be easily imitated, she avoided a few blows before swiftly distancing herself from the crazed daughter of the First King. With her Bloodline Repression, she didn’t need to risk confronting Sam directly. The bleeding status she had inflicted on Sam would do her work.#Why isn’t Sam’s injury healing? What did Kylie do to her?!#*Boom*Sam dashed forward, ignoring the blood that continuously clouded her vision. With a giant leap she appeared above Kylie, her fingers curled into a fist. Star energy gathered into her fist as she punched downward, bringing a massive wind down with her!*Boom*With a massive boom, Sam’s fist struck the stage with great power. The stage shook slightly but it remained unscarred. As for Kylie, she had checked out just in time to avoid an injury to her spine.Sam’s eyes regained their clarity as p
Kylie dashed forward, dizzy but very much alive. The thought of falling prey to another technique as sinister as Forceful Thrust had forced her to get on her bike and fight. She couldn’t always hope that Red would be able to save her from every technique. Her fur glistened underneath the gaze of the moonlight, and so did her claws. With a powerful leap she appeared behind Sam, swiping her tail strongly towards the latter’s shin!Sam stepped back and kicked the ground, soaring into the sky to avoid the strike. If it were any other Beastman, she would have ignored the attack. After all, what could a tail do against her. Unfortunately, Kylie had proven over their many confrontations that such logic did not apply to her. Her figure danced midair like a graceful swallow, and she twisted herself to curl into a ball, gathering power into her arms and pulling her sword to herself. Then with a swift change of movements, she thrust the sword downwards, descending to the ground with her sword po
“That power-”Within the waiting room of the Clan of the First, Igneous’ eyes opened in a flash. He swiftly stood up from his meditation and left the room, looking onto the stage, the very place he felt that power appear from. When his eyes perceived what his aura had felt, his throat went dry, and his eyes narrowed into slits.“That’s the power of a Sovereign Sun! How does she possess that kind of power?”Kylie would have surprised by his words, for she was under the impression that the stars were not understood in this time; yet it was indeed true that Igneous had recognized the power she commanded. Aura Users were not understood because there wasn’t enough research done on them. When something was peculiar but rare, it was much more difficult to understand it; however, usually the thing being researched ought to understand itself more than those doing the research. That wasn’t the case for Aura Users though. They were just as ignorant about their abilities as the world was, and eve
Kylie had a dream. In the dream, she was floating in space, surrounded by several multitudes of stars. In their presence and before their charm, she felt small – as she should. Her dream was silent and comforting. All she did was float, and all they did was watch. This was probably the calmest dream she had had in the longest time. The entire expanse was filled with stars. Clouded by the stars, she felt at ease. She felt free. Unfortunately, this dream would not last forever.*How long do you plan to wander kid. Wake up*Kylie’s eyes opened gradually, her spirit awakened by the voice of the Sovereign Sun. Her eyes took a while to adjust to the light that peered through the thin curtains and she instinctively tried to stand. Alas, that was not possible. Her entire body felt weak and heavy. It was almost as though she had been dunked into a drum of mercury. She was too heavy to even lift a finger.“How long have I been asleep?” Kylie wondered. After becoming a Beastman, adjusting to lig
“How are you feeling Kylie?” Davies asked while peeling an apple for his friend. This was probably the only time he had ever been – and possibly would ever be – nice to Kylie.“Better,” Kylie chuckled with her back learning against the bed’s backrest. Since the time she had awakened, she had been circulating her star energy throughout her body. The benefits were showing now, for merely an hour later, she was able to sit up. Now, the pain was minimal. There was only the slight constriction of her chest remaining.“You look better this way,” Kylie smirked cheekily.“What? Serving you?” Davies gritted his teeth in annoyance, but that only made Kylie happier. Seeing him so incensed serving her made her joyful.“Yes. You should consider being my servant.” She giggled. Her laughter irked Davies, so much so that he was this close to throwing the apple into her chest; however, he held himself back at the last minute. His reasoning told him that it wasn’t a wise decision to do so. This wasn’t
*Bang**Bang**Bang**Bang*Kylie struck the sandbag before her earnestly, generating greater punching power each time. Her fists were covered in white bandages, and her hair was tied into a bun. It had been a week since she was discharged from Helena’s hospital. It had been a week since she returned to the Kingsmans. She had started her rehabilitation program shortly after. Being absent from school for as long as she had, especially when one considered the course that she was offering, was unacceptable. Thankfully, the influence of the Kingsmans stretched out to Anchor Academy as well. It also helped that Professor Dewsbury authorized her delayed leave of absence; though Kylie didn’t know why the usually circumspect woman had bent for her. Her schedule had returned to normalcy since then. During the day she reported to school, and after school, it was back to regaining her fitness.While her status as a 2 Star Beastman meant that staying in bed for as long as she had did not leave he
“What is it that you are suggesting, brother? Are you asking us to put a daughter of the Moon Wolves in danger?” Inside Galbraith’s study room, two brothers – Galbraith and Shattering Lion – were in a heated argument. The subject of their frustrations was Kylie Aurelius Smith, the Moon Wolf who was yet to howl at the moon. “She is already in danger brother. If we allow her to fall into a state of weakness and depression, her chances of survival will become even slimmer!” Shattering Lion raged. He who was known for having a clear head all the time was not very happy right now. He had come straight to Galbraith after his conversation with Kylie, expecting his brother to agree right away. Alas, he was met with a furious Galbraith who refused to assent with his suggestion. “So, your solution is to thrust her into dangerous trials that could claim her life?! How is that any better?” “How is it not?! She would rather hold her fate in her hands than have someone else decide it for her!”
*RING*The loud chiming of the university’s bell signalled the conclusion to the End of Semester Exams for Anchor Academy. The Academic calendar of the university contained the schedule for two semesters per year, and given that this was the 2nd Semester, one could safely conclude that the academic year had come to an end. Following the end of this academic year was a long vacation that would occupy almost a quarter of the year! Four months was a long time to be away from school, but there wasn’t a single student complaining about it. Several students were already out in the streets celebrating, with some even tossing their semester recommended textbooks away!The Medical School was no different. Once the bell rang, several students returned their papers to the examiners with trembling hands. They weren’t afraid; far from that. They were so excited that the semester was over that they could barely contain themselves! Their trembling was due to their anticipation of the long break, and
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