Caliste, the dark witch, stood tall on the battlefield, surrounded by a harrowing scene of death and destruction caused by Rey Reed Smith. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the lingering echoes of battle. Dressed in a flowing black robe that seemed to absorb the light around her, she exuded an aura of malevolence and power.Her appearance was striking, with long, flowing, ebony hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of shadows. Her piercing eyes, a deep shade of violet, glowed with an otherworldly intensity, reflecting the fury and wrath burning within her. They seemed to hold the secrets of ancient magic and unfathomable darkness.Caliste's pale skin bore the mark of her mystical journey, adorned with intricate black tattoos that snaked across her arms and neck, resembling arcane symbols and sigils. They seemed to writhe and move as if imbued with a life of their own, resonating with the pulsating energy of the battlefield.In her hand, she wielded a twisted st
Garry found himself walking along the winding path through the dense woods that led to the king's palace, the sunbeams filtering through the treetops and casting playful shadows on the forest floor. It was a serene and peaceful afternoon, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility enveloping him. With each step, his thoughts drifted toward the one person who had been occupying his mind lately: Kusandra.It had been three days since the war at the beach. The death of Dylan, the fleeing of Caliste, and the fame of Rey Reed Smith had spread so far across the three other tribes of the middle land, and they all acknowledged Rey as their commander. Xavier Knoll was nowhere to be found after the war, and no one bothered about him since his curse had been lifted.Kusandra, with her sparkling green eyes and infectious laughter, had become a source of warmth in Garry's life. They had known each other for a few days—approximately two months—their paths crossed occasionally, but it was
In the heart of the Middle-Land Kingdom, nestled between rolling hills and meandering rivers, stood the magnificent palace of King Sebastian. The palace itself was a sight to behold, with its grand archways, towering spires, and intricate stone carvings that told stories of a bygone era. The era of the gods, But it was the palace backyard that truly captivated all who beheld its beauty.As Rey stepped into the backyard, a sense of tranquility washed over him. The air was filled with the fragrant scent of blooming flowers, carried on a gentle breeze that rustled through the tall, ancient trees. A symphony of birdsong filled the air, their melodic tunes blending harmoniously with the trickling sound of a nearby fountain.He continued the stroll towards the palace wall, taking a sharp bend, and he was welcomed by a well-manicured garden which sprawled before him, a tapestry of vibrant colors and lush greenery. Flowerbeds burst with a riot of blossoms, their petals ranging from fiery reds
The sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow across the serene landscape of the middle land. Steves' cemetery, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush meadows, stood as a hallowed ground where the fallen heroes and nobles of the Middle Land found their eternal rest. Today, it bore witness to a poignant gathering of Rey Reed Smith, Garry, Kusandra, King Sebastian, and a host of other nobles, all adorned in regal attire, except for Rey, who was still wearing his armor.As the assembled group stepped into the cemetery, a hush fell over them as if the very air acknowledged the solemnity of the occasion. The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze mingled with the distant melody of a river, creating a gentle symphony that whispered through the crowd. The atmosphere was heavy with reverence and sorrow, yet beneath it lay an unyielding sense of gratitude for the sacrifices made by the fallen soldiers.The cemetery, meticulously tended with vibrant flowers and tranquil stone walkways, l
In the shadowed depths of the night, amidst the eerie ambiance of a forest near Steve's cemetery, a mesmerizing spectacle unfolded. Rey Reed Smith, possessing fierce determination, stood face-to-face with his formidable adversary, King Sebastian. The air crackled with anticipation as their eyes locked in an unwavering gaze. Both warriors prepared to engage in a monumental duel of hand combat.“Rey Reed Smith,” Sebastian called tenderly. “We can still sort this out before it's too late.”Rey scoffed, Sebastian's words sounding like a cowardly tone in his ear, fueling his rage and anger and increasing his urge to tear him apart. He had made a sacred vow to Gaius' grave, and he would not break it. Everyone involved in his death must die, too. They must join him in the land of the dead. No sinner must go unpunished.“Are you scared?” Rey scowled. “You are afraid of me kicking you to the ground, disgracing your honor, and relieving you from your position as the great Alpha King of the Midd
Rey Reed Smith, Glen Garry, Kusandra Dracaena, and Hela of Hellene walked inside the ancient hut that was built by Gaius before his demise, surrounded by a rich tapestry of history and culture. The hut, nestled deep within a dense forest, far away from where other beings might have discovered it easily, emanated an air of mystery and intrigue. Its exterior stood weathered by time, a testament to its ancient origins, while the interior revealed secrets of a bygone era.Gaius intentionally built this as a resting place after he had finished his weekly training with Garry, to take rest from the calamity of the outside world and also to rest his head whenever the affairs of the council became too much for him to handle. It's a beautiful place that holds beautiful moments between the two brothers. It's where Garry began his training as a night racer.As they approached the hut, the first thing that caught their eye was its rustic exterior. The walls were constructed from an intricate latti
“King?!” Hela exclaimed, her mouth wide open in agape. “When did he become a King? Of which territory? Who appointed him?” She couldn't hide her shock.A man stepped forward from the crowds, and Garry recognized him as one of the ten nobles who dedicated their lives to Sebastian. He couldn't believe that people changed so quickly. There's only one explanation for the rise against Sebastian: Rey defeated him in a duel. And, of course, it makes sense. Who needs a weak, incapable, and cowardly king? Someone who couldn't even lead his men to war depends on werewolves and chariot riders to do his job.Nevertheless, Garry doubted he would make a better king either. He was still trying to wrap his head around the offer of becoming the leader of his community, filling his brother's shoes, and tending to the affairs of the people; now, they were offering the title of king.I can't do it; Garry thought, shaking his head. It doesn't make sense. He couldn't control a community; how could he contr
Rey takes a moment to steady himself; his voice tinged with determination. “And what potential are you talking about?” He feigned ignorance, forcing his mind not to think of any thoughts that might sell him out.“But your mind says otherwise,” The blood lord pressed.Rey decided to tease him, saying, “I am, Master. I am ready to face any trial and overcome any obstacle that might stand in my way of finding my father.”The Blood Lord nods approvingly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Very well, young apprentice. Tonight, under the watchful eye of the full moon, you will begin your adventure. But remember, the path you choose will forever alter your destiny. There is no turning back,” he threatens Rey, and the latter gulps down nothing in particular.Rey takes a deep breath, steeling himself for anything the blood lord might say next. The forest seems to hold its breath, awaiting his response.“I understand your trick,” he said shakily. “I am prepared to walk this path