There were some matters in life that took a lifetime to comprehend. Others took only a glance to understand. For Charlie, Ella was a mystery he couldn't see through. His lighting superpower gave him the ability to see auras. People who were vile and sinister, like Kuram and Stacy, had a cloak of gray fog hovering over their heads. Some, like Kiera, had a mixture of white and gray fog, which he believed to be neutral, neither good nor bad. As for Ella...she was an anomaly. No fog to show whether she was a good or bad person, making it difficult for him to decide what kind of person she was. But it was this inability to see through that made him want to stick around her. "Cha...Charlie...what the hell are you saying? You want to stay with her? I never knew you were the ungrateful type!" Kiera hissed, nostrils flaring as orange sparks flickered on her hands. Whether it was from rage or embarrassment, Charlie didn't know. And truthfully? He didn't care. "Who's ungrateful? Kiera, if
Dust and splinters blasted her face. Her commanding cry had yet to fade when a blood-curdling screech reminiscent of an evil spirit's shrill wail reverberated in the blinding darkness. Kiera slashed and hacked, scorched and burnt every tendril and vine that neared her body. Her green orbs glowed with a crazed frenzy as the shrill wail grew closer and closer to her back. The ominous, bloodthirsty aura suffocated her. It pressed on her chest and made her limbs as heavy as if she was fighting against the pressure of a giant mountain. As her speed decreased, her steps faltered, and her mind became sluggish. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, and her chin trembled inadvertently. Kiera felt bone-deep fear. All around her were withered corpses, torn and shredded limbs. Half of her companions were dead. The other half, with the aid of their men, had fled to who knew where. There was something lurking in the shadows, stalking and preying on her and her people. Bloodthirsty and filled
"Compared to those pack of wolves, I'm merely a small fry." Brad smiled bitterly. Ella shot another zombie in the head and glanced at the convict. "If you're considered a small fry, I don't want to find out what those wolves are capable of." She sniggered. "Seriously, I'm not joking or saying this to scare you. If you ever encounter one of those convicts, either shoot them in the head or steer clear of their sight. They are the real deal." Brad reiterated with a grave expression. As a man who sold drugs for a living, he knew he was a bad guy headed for hell. But compared to the cold-blooded and savage criminals held on this island, he would be considered an angel. And maybe it was because he hadn't blackened to the core that he didn't want such a kind and beautiful woman to encounter those beasts. Ella felt amused. For a criminal, Brad was quite a softy. "Alright, I understand. I'll avoid the convicts like a plague." She relented. It's been more than a few hours since Kiera and
She rasped breathlessly, overlooking the strange expression on Kaiden's face. Naomi yanked her brother's arm and hopped back on his back, pointing in the direction of the humans with the severed human arm. "Hurry! Run in that direction!" She panted. Since they were in such a miserable situation, how could she allow other people to be better off? She was the daughter of the Miller Family, worth a hundred billion more than the cheap, poor maggots. It was their honor to be her bait! Naomi's eyes turned cold. A bloodshot smear tainted her chocolate brown orbs, making her features dark and malevolent. She refused to die. She would use anyone and anything to secure her life. And if that failed, she would drag everyone down with her! "Brother, go!" She panted again, this time with an imperceptible growl. Her urgent cry shattered Kaiden's trance, and his senses flooded back to him in a dizzying rush. His sister...ate a human flesh. Color drained from his face. Kaiden gritted his teet
Oppressive pressure rippled from her body in undulating waves. It pressed on their chests and made it difficult for them to breathe. Subconsciously drawing back, the four males and the female watched their companion with complicated expressions on their faces. They were all the same, ordinary humans who evolved in the storm of the apocalypse. But why did it feel as if the woman hovering in the air was different from them? She, like them, awakened with a superpower when the meteor descended. Their strength and growth should've been on the same wavelength, but facts and circumstances proved otherwise. Celio gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tight that his nails pierced through the flesh of his palms. His eyes exuded frost, so cold they seemed to be carved from ice. Why was this happening? It was clearly different from his previous life! After surviving 5 years in a world without laws, the betrayal of his close friend ended up causing his death. Ever since he regained the me
Chalk pale with crimson eyes, his beloved sister looked as beautiful as before. Only, she now had fangs in place of teeth, and razor claws instead of nails. Naomi Miller had turned into a zombie. "But how is this possible? How?" He couldn't understand. Humans turned into zombies after falling sick and failing to evolve, or getting the saliva or blood of a zombie in their system. Naomi had already evolved and awakened her superpower. As for infection... Kaiden's eyes turned vacant. An image of his sister rushing into the horde of zombies flashed through his mind. At that time, he didn't move to stop or intercept her. But her crystal spikes had been deadly and took care of any zombies that neared her. So...how... "Crunch...Crunch...Heee...you can't kill me. Heee...but you can become my next meal..." Naomi scrambled off his back and stumbled towards the woman while chewing on a finger. Finger. Human finger. The severed arm. Realization dawned on him, and with it, heavy guilt c
On the east of Sapphire Island was a mist-shrouded blue-gray mountain with a dark forest thriving beneath. On the west was a stone mansion, with a forest to its right and a wide clearing to its left. In the wide clearing, two figures faced each other. One sat on a white crane, her ink-black hair bellowing behind her, as she looked down with a placid expression on her face like an immortal gazing down at the filthy world. While the other stood in the midst of blood fog, her visage like that of a blood demoness from hell, as a stream of glowing orbs streaked toward her. One above and one below, the disharmony between the two females made them a sight to behold. "Heee...you didn't run...want to die in my hands...?" As more and more of the glowing orbs seeped into her forehead and fused with her Nuclei Orb, the aura of the crimson-haired female grew stronger and stronger. As if a stream of light pierced through a haze, Naomi felt her mind clear and bits and pieces of images flashed b
The clash with the Zombie Queen gave Ella a painful awakening. For all her advantage on future events and knowledge, her own personal strength was nothing to speak of. Gathering superhumans and regulars to build a fortress would help her realize her dream of ruling as a Superhuman Queen. Her schemes and plots would get her somewhere, but in the face of a formidable opponent, they would not get her far. If her individual power was low, any Tom or Jerry walking on the street would crush her with a single pinch. At the end of the day, the most significant power was personal strength. To survive and live a long life, to enjoy the treatment and lifestyle of a Queen, she needed power to secure her own life. Power domineering enough to confront a Zombie Queen and come out on top! Therefore, the moment Radiance crash landed inside the courtyard of the stone mansion, the first thing she did was find an isolated corner and enter her spatial space. Time inside the house didn't move. So even