All Chapters of Clouded By The Stars: New Moon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

That was all he was told before the shaman called his mother aside to speak to her personally. In the end, although his mother was gone, she still protected him. It was her necklace that had given him hope and a chance for revenge. And that was how he started raiding the enemy’s garrisons. He kept making reckless decisions and dying to strong enemies. However, with his innate ability, death never found him. Keeping his ability a secret was not easy, but killing each person who had seen him die shortly after returning to life definitely helped a great deal. He grew stronger and stronger and eventually began dispatching generals like they were flies stuck in the web of a spider. Soon he became a nuisance to the Undead who were quick to send the ‘retired’ 4th Elder and the one-armed 3rd Elder. It was as though they were mocking the boy. However, it was they who were mocked. Maxwell killed the 3rd Elder and crushed the spine of the former 4th Elder before delivering him back to the castle

“I wasn't referring to you Jack,” Sam smiled fondly before sashaying over. Behind Sam were two large men in black and when they stared at Kylie, she felt her breath stiffen for a moment.“Tell your hounds to stop staring at us like we are prey,” Jack frowned upon seeing Kylie’s discomfort. Unlike himself and Davies, Kylie had barely awakened as a Beastman and did not have any notable combat power. However, her senses had grown sharper because of Davies’s minor guidance when they were stuck within that strange world. Due this the unevenness between her true strength and her sensitivity, the auras of the two men caused her great discomfort.“Oh I’m sorry about that; boys where are your manners?!” Sam feigned a look of ignorance as though she had no idea that her guards were directing hostility towards them. While none of them were buying her act, Kylie was grateful that the stiffening aura that strangled her neck had disappeared.“Apologize to the young lord of the Kingsman Family,” Sam

Men had spent much of their lives exploring the earth. They had uncovered every bit of land that there was to uncover and had learned everything that they could possibly learn. Some places had been developed because of the geographical advantages they held, while some had been left alone due to the hypocrisy of man; for man claimed that he loved nature yet was more than willing to tear it apart once it interfered with his goals.Inasmuch as much of the world had been converted to high rise buildings and lakeside views, there was still some part of the world that had been left untouched; there were still areas referred to as the wild. One of such areas was a valley called the Valley of the Dead; a place whose name was enough to deter most from entering.The Valley of the Dead was a place devoid of most forms of life; at least not macro life. There were no signs of any living things. There were no trees, definitely no plants neither was there any animal within the valley. The valley had

Aiden’s fury carried a great suppression, and if the zombies were alive, they would have cowered before the rage of the prince of their tribe. Alas, they were cold corpses that had been forced to live a little longer due to the whims of an insatiable beast. The eyes of the zombie closest to Aiden were as dull as a man whose consciousness had been robbed from him, but his movements were not so. Lifting up the giant club that matched the large battle axe, the zombie protected its trunk, and a loud sound reverberated throughout the entire cave when the axe struck the club.*Boom*The zombie was able to successfully block the attack, but it was sent flying into the wall of the cave as a result of the massive momentum the axe carried.*Bang*Aiden growled annoyingly upon seeing the zombie successfully block his attack. Not only that, the club that had clashed with the axe was still fine. Although it had been nicked slightly, it could still be used. Aiden recognized the club as a rudimentar

Within the deepest part of the cave, the soft snores of the brown scaled basilisk resounded. Its body trembled gently with each snore, and it slept as one that had no cares in the world. Suddenly its shut eyes fluttered open and confusion filled them. It sensed the death of all three of its most treasured vassals. Those were beings that even the basilisk would have a hard time against. How then did they lose? Was the enemy that powerful. Soon the confusion in its eyes cleared up, and annoyance replaced it. Slowly it lifted its large head and peered into the darkness, for it sensed the approach of another. The scent of its vassals could be smelt from this man, so their death certainly had something to do with him. The eyes of the basilisk were filled with the ruthless desire to regain what it had lost. Since this boy was strong enough to handle its vassals, then his death would grant it a new powerful warrior. Maybe it hadn’t lost anything yet, it thought gleefully. But to accomplish