“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
Dylan kicked his horse harder, riding with determination, knowing fully well that every minute he spent on the ride was precious.Behind him, riding with the same fury as their leader, were a hundred fierce warriors. All of them were kicking their horses, holding the reins with one hand while the other was holding a silver spear. They aim forward as if expecting any unexpected attack or ambush. But they were not; it’s how Dylan trained them. He had been breeding these hundreds of warriors ever since they were eighteen.He chose hundreds of hardened wolves from his pack, and trained them himself with combat, becoming in sync with their wolf, and how to use different weapons other than claws. He had been breeding them for a day like this ever since the death of Xavier Knoll, the Alpha that was killed by Sebastian years ago.Dylan was sure that he would catch his victims unaware. Sebastian wasn't expecting such a seizure; he was certain of it. That’s because no one in the middle land, or
Dylan held a flaming torch in his hand as he galloped out in front of his army and then leaned over to light the thatched roof of the Moabites men. As he did this, the roof caught fire, burning immediately and spreading, too.The battle between him and the commander didn't last more than fifteen minutes, while his men took care of the Moabites soldiers. Dylan complimented the commander’s men. They were skilled and well-trained. Nevertheless, they can’t match Dylan’s men. His men were faster, brutish, and fierce. They easily cut down the Moab’s soldiers.In a matter of minutes, Dylan had managed to set the entire village on fire. He galloped through the streets, circling again and again, killing those that managed to make it out of their house unharmed. All around him, his men did the same. They killed every living thing that came in their path and chased those that were running for safety.Dylan kept circling all the streets of Moab as the screaming of men pierced the atmosphere. The
Thick smoke filled the atmosphere. The weather was so dark, and great heat filled the surroundings. The high mountain has been scattered and torn down because of the fatal clashes between the two beings.Rey Reed Smith rolled on the earth, his body healing slowly and his breath rough. His face was filled with dirt. All the bruises on his body were starting to heal, too. He groaned, spilled blood, and cleaned his mouth.He gathered all the strength in his body, summoned his Alpha power, and yanked himself up. He shakes his head and repositions himself, facing his enemy.“We can do this all day,” the second man said, smiling. “This is one of the reasons why I chose you. You had great endurance. You won't give up easily. You're the perfect vessel for me.”Rey Reed scoffed, “Lord Rey, or whatever you called yourself, you had made a great mistake by messing with the wrong being.”Lord Rey shakes his head to show that Rey Reed Smith was wrong. He knew what he was doing. He will never make a
Rey Reed Smith galloped on the horse that was given to him by Gaius, racing across the desert land and heading toward the tavern that was located on the outskirts of the town. By the time he crossed the Isengard border and arrived at Ai, the first sun was shining brightly.Rey reduced the speed of his horse, throttling gently into the town. After another hour of riding, he jumped off his horse, held his reins, and tried looking for a clue.Gaius had told him that the bandits who kidnapped Garry came in this direction. He told him that they were wearing armor and bearing the flag of the Ai men. Rey didn't waste any time. He chased after them immediately.Luckily, he was able to catch up with one of them on his way here. The man he caught was dying. He was suffering from a fever, forcing his men to leave him behind. They probably thought he wouldn't make it. He will only slow their journey down.Rey was lucky to meet the man some minutes before he breathed his last breath. He was the on
Eventually, Rey couldn't stand the disgusting face of the bartender anymore. He was overwhelmed with rage and the urge to fight. He needs something to unleash his anger on. He wants someone to feel the pain he felt in his dream. Unfortunately, the bartender and his men had just become the perfect scapegoat he needed.As the innkeeper's men lunged at him, Rey wasted no time; he darted toward them. He has been trained to fight with multiple men on multiple occasions. Besides, Rey had a gut feeling that he was used to a situation like this.The only thing Rey did was feel a little bad for these men. They didn't know who he was. They were humans, but he was not. He was different from them. He was a night-walking creature.A huge man raised his hand to hit Rey, and the latter dove, grabbing his hand in the same motion and then throwing him over his shoulder. Without hesitation, Rey spun around and back-kicked another man in his manhood. He stepped back to avoid a plank as another man swung
Rey dismounted his horse and hurried inside the tavern. He elbowed his way past the people who were drinking and created a path to the innkeeper. The innkeeper was standing at the end of the room, writing down people's names as they came to book room.He was a slimy-looking fellow, wearing a fake smile and sweating and rubbing his hands together as he counted their coins.As Rey approached, the man raised his head, a wide smile on his lips, and asked, “How may I assist you, gentleman?”The man paused and focused his attention on Rey when he heard no response from him. “Did you need a room, sir?” he asked again. “Should I get you a stripper to handle you throughout the night?”Rey shook his head to signify that he didn’t need anything the man asked for and walked closer to him to avoid raising his voice and attracting unwanted attention to himself.“I’m looking for a group of bandits that came from Isengard,” Rey whispered. “I was told that they were seen here a few hours ago. They had