“Impossible!” Max Powers growled in denial. “I killed you myself and dumped your corpse in a garbage bin! I checked the body for vital signs, and there were none! There is no way one can survive the Reaper’s Curse!” “Jeez, how many things are you bad at?” Tyler jibed, stepping inside casually. “You can’t win the Grand Prix or even make sure your enemy is dead. What an absolute loser!” While Max was frozen, dealing with conflicted emotions of shock and fury, Gina snuck around him and ran into Tyler’s arms. “I knew he was lying!” she bawled, streaming tears. “You’d never break your promise!” The young man smiled and hugged her with one arm, his eyes not leaving the villain for a second. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now.” His gaze quickly moved over to Derek Sentinel and the bartender lying on the floor and then to Natalie sprawled on the couch. At first, Tyler feared something horrible had happened to them. But Chiron’s Eye and his enhanced senses could detect them breathing. They were

Tyler returned home to find his parents going through an official-looking letter. “Where were you last night, Tyler?” Martha asked with furrowed brows.“Why haven’t you been going to the office?” Hugh posed, slapping the letter on the table. “Skyline Insurance has sent you a termination notice! Your manager has mentioned you as a useless and lazy employee. He’s called you a womanizer who keeps flirting and harassing women at work!”“I feel you are spiraling out of control,” his mother continued. “Late-night parties with young unmarried women? Shirking office and household responsibilities? What’s wrong with you, son? Are you doing drugs or addicted to liquor?”Tyler sighed and picked up the official letter. It was addressed from Clyde Owens, the fat, perverted manager from Skyline Insurance. During the Hilton Plaza incident, the man was miserably embarrassed and humiliated. Jennifer, his girlfriend, broke up with him with a slap across the face. Hadn’t the man learned his lesson alrea

Tyler rode into the woodland path for about half an hour. The young man could understand what made Britta so aggressive. Butch Salvatore, his teacher, must have given her a direct order to protect him at all costs. At least until his ascension to the Seraphim King happened.However, the young woman shouldn't make her duty an excuse for controlling Tyler just because she saved him once. She went too far, deciding what he must and must not do. Nobody, not even Butch, was entitled to such a privilege.Furthermore, Britta dared to fire bullets at him. It was integral to put the woman in her place. An aide shouldn't aspire to become the master.Tyler brought his attention back to the journey. He followed the map strictly, looking for the exact crossroads leading to El Abyssium. What an uncharacteristic name for a place. Was it a hidden monastery or the ruins of one? Or was it an imaginary place cooked up by superstitious locals? The answer lay ahead of him.Tyler was confronted with a tall

Tyler was indeed aware of Quetzalcoatl—a powerful god revered by the Mayans and the Aztecs. The Seraphim King had divine contracts with numerous gods and goddesses. However, the young man, having inherited the legacy only a few months back, hadn’t explored all those connections yet. Tyler walked to his motorcycle and returned with a T-shirt and pants. “First, put on some clothes,” he told the tattooed naked girl, handing them to her. “I don’t need them,” she replied stubbornly. “I live and subsist in the wild.” The young man crossed his arms and cast her a sideways look. “It’s hard to concentrate otherwise. You must be dressed if we are to have a normal conversation.” Kat nodded and donned the clothes reluctantly. They hung loose on her, but the result was a significant improvement over being nude. Tyler realized he was famished, and so was his guest. “You don’t happen to be good at fishing, are you?” The girl shook her head. “I don’t like water. However, I can hunt toads and squ

Dagon's muscles rippled as he thrust into the woman under him brutally. The latter screamed in erotic pleasure, driving both of them closer to orgasm.The woman was named Veronica, and she was much wilder and crazier than he was. As Dagon plowed into her like a foundry, she dug her nails into his back, drawing blood. With a final violent thrust, both individuals orgasmed and groaned aloud at the same time.Dagon got off Veronica and lit a cigar. He was six and a half feet tall, ridiculously muscular, with a brown Viking ponytail and beard. He had scars and tattoos on his face, arms, and torso, giving him a rather demonic look.Veronica was almost six feet tall and had an athletic build that would put men to shame. She had an angular face with sharp features and her own distinct allure. However, men other than Dagon feared the woman because she was unstable, and killing came naturally to her."That was incredibly hot, babes," Veronica said, putting on her clothes. "But you lasted only