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 a small, light boy that had brown hair with them.”
The bartender licked his lips. “What you seek is valuable information,” he said, and Rey could see the lust in his eyes. “Nevertheless, it’s the easiest thing for me. I can easily provide you with the information you require, but everything comes at a cost.”
The man leaned forward, rubbed his hand, and held out his palm in front of Rey. He looked at Rey, smiled, and winked.
At first, Rey was disgusted by the man's attitude. He wanted nothing more than to smack him across the face and wipe the smile from his face at the time. But he had no choice. He needed information, and he was running out of time. He needed to save Garry, and he returned to Isengard before Gaius started worrying about them.
Seeing what the man wanted, he wasted no time. Rey dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out a sachet of gold coins. The man's eyes widened as he saw it. Rey could guess the reason for that. Isengard's gold coins are one of the most valuable treasures in the Middle Land.
“Isengard gold,” the man said, shocked and impressed at the same time. “You’re from Isengard, aren’t you?”
Rey screamed at him, “Enough!” He looked around, wanting to be sure that he hadn't attracted unwanted attention with his voice.
When he was sure that no one was watching, he lowered his gaze to the man and said, “I’m the one that’s still asking questions here. Since I’ve paid you, now tell me: Where are the bandits?”
The man licked his lips again and looked unfazed by Rey’s threat. “The group of bandits you seek are called locusts. They come here every weekend to get their pay, and they pass through this area on their way back from raids.”
“Are you saying they’re not here again?” Rey asked, frustrated.
“Yes!” the man responded. “They left some hours ago. But you might find them at the lion's den that was located a few miles away. Follow this street to the end, and you’ll likely meet up with them. And, if the boy you seek is worth it, you might not find him again. They don’t hold captives for long.”
“Thanks!” Rey appreciated the man and turned around to go when he felt a warm, clammy hand grabbing his cloth. “I’ve given you more information than you desired; don’t you think you should add more to my gift?”
Rey scowled at the man. If he had more men with him, he wouldn't hesitate to hang him, remove his eyes, and send him off naked. But Rey ignored it and decided that the man wasn't worth his time. Perhaps he will come back for him. But now he had to save Garry. He was running out of time, and he was sure that Gaius would be worried sick now.
Rey shook the man’s hand off his cloth. “Lay your hand on me again, and it will be the last thing you will do with your hand,” he warned.
The innkeeper looked at Rey with new respect, retreated his step backward, and bent his head in shame.
Without turning back, Rey turned around and stormed out of the room, elbowing people as he made his way to the exit. He had never been so disgusted like this in his life.
Rey kicked his horse, riding down the street just like the innkeeper had told him, and hoped that he wasn’t late again. By now, the sun was going down, and Rey was feeling very exhausted. He hadn’t taken anything since morning, either liquid or solid. If he was feeling this way, he wondered how the horse would be feeling.
Rey concluded to find something for the horse to eat and drink once they reached their destination. As for him, he will hold it until he finds and saves Garry. A day of hunger won’t kill him or lessen his strength. Especially with the new power inside him, he was sure he would withstand it.
Eventually, the street came to an end in a stone wall, and the last building on the right was a small tavern. Another tavern again.
The new tavern was built with red clay walls and a thatched roof, which looked rough and unkempt. It looked as if no one had cleaned it for years.
The first thing Rey did was examine the area with his eyes. From the look of the people going in and out, Rey was sure that it was the right place.
Slowly, he dismounted his horse and dragged it to a dark corner. He tied the horse to a pole he found and signaled for a boy who was smoking opium behind the building to come.
The boy ignored him.
Rey dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out another sachet of gold. He threw it at the young boy, and the latter snatched it midway. After that, he walked toward Rey to hear what he wanted to say.
“This horse hasn’t eaten or drunk anything since morning,” Rey began. “Please take care of it and watch it for me till I return. I need to solve some issues inside the tavern.”
The boy smiled and said, “I've got you covered, sir.”
“Thanks!” Rey said and walked into the tavern.
As Rey entered the tavern, he stopped at his track, surprised by what he saw. The place was dimly lit. It’s one big room with a few flickering torches on the walls and a dying fire at the fireplace in the far corner. Black rugs were strewn everywhere.
There are several beautiful women in the room, too. They were lying on the rug, naked, bound by thick ropes to each other, and drugged. They were roughly arranged against the wall. Even from afar, Rey could smell the opium in the air, and he could see the pipe that was passed around through different corners of the room.
A few well-dressed men walked through the room anyway, kicking and nudging the feet of the women. From the way they were looking at the women, Rey was sure that they were testing the right and strong one that would keep them busy throughout the night.
Rey forced himself to ignore them and focus on what he came to do. He looked around the room and noticed a single man sitting on a velvet chair in the far corner. He was dressed in a red cotton robe, with two women chained beside him. Standing behind the man were three huge, muscular men. Their faces were covered with scars. They were taller, broader, and wider than Rey will ever be. They looked as if they were thrilled to kill someone. It was like they had been breeding, training, and learning the role of a guard ever since they were born.
Rey could now understand what was happening. This place was a sex den, and the women he saw chained together were for hire, while the man that was sitting on the velvet chair with the guard was the kingpin.
Without waiting, Rey burst into action. He picked up one of the torches that were hung on the wall and walked hastily to the kingpin. He was ready to force the truth out of the man and punish him for trading women for sex.
T.b.c
As Rey Reed Smith kept walking toward the kingpin, he could feel his anger increasing. He couldn't believe that such a thing still existed in the Middle Land, right under the control of a dread king. Rey gritted his teeth, and his eyes turned dark.He had thought everyone in the Middle Land feared Sebastian. It was wrong. Not everyone feared him. If they did, such an attitude wouldn't exist in his territory without him being able to do anything. Rey presumed that he doesn't even know. Such a shame.The Kingpin's men were the first to notice Rey approaching. They stepped forward to meet him halfway, but the kingpin himself raised a finger, stopping his men from rushing forward."Perhaps he will come for business." The man said, and his men relaxed.Rey stood in front of the man. One could easily see the rage on his face. He was trying to stop himself from hitting the man first. He was an honorable man after all, and it would be bad to hurt a man first unless he had a reasonable excuse.
Rey continued his chasing after the locusts' bandits. He galloped on his horse, racing against time as the image of Garry filled his head. He kept charging across the outskirts of the town and heading west, just like the kingpin had told him. He had been racing throughout the night until the sun finally broke in the sky.Rey looked up, and he couldn't believe it. He had been riding all night without stopping to take a nap or rest. He couldn't believe that he had spent a day looking for Garry. He had thought it would be a simple job, but he was wrong. Now, he was sure without a doubt that Gaius would be damn worried. He just hoped he wasn't trying something bad.After some minutes of racing, Rey finally spotted the outline of a small castle ahead of him. It was built on a hill and surrounded by a formidable moat, a drawbridge, and a stone wall. It was also guarded by more than a dozen soldiers. They wore distinctive armor that Rey had never seen in Isengard before. It was green, shiny
Rey Reed Smith was disgusted by the man's response. He had never felt so humiliated like this in his entire life. He had given him a chance, hoping that he would accept it, release Garry, and spread the bloodshed. But this man has rejected his offer.Rey hated him. Surely, this man's pride will be his downfall. He was very wrong if he thought all the newly turned wolves he was harboring as a soldier would stop him. Rey will show him that there's a limit to a force in the universe that can stop him. He will show Lord Savannah and the black locust bandits that he is hosting something greater. He was hosting the spirit of their ancestor.Surprisingly, Rey felt eager to test out some of Lord Rey's power. The man had given him a minute to use his power, and Rey will not waste precious time and strength. Within that minute, he will create havoc unlike any that Lord Savannah and his men have ever seen. He will show the lord and his men that there's someone greater than them, someone greater
"Rey Reed Smith!" Garry called out, his voice fading away. He was in distress.Rey could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he reached the top of the castle landing and finally heard where the scream was coming from. He turned to the left door and charged down the hallway. After a minute of running, he spotted an open door at the end of the hallway and raced for it.Rey burst into the room and saw Garry. The scene left him speechless, and he knew he might lose him anytime soon.Garry's hand was bound behind him, and he saw a soldier grabbing him roughly and pushing him toward the open window."You will pay for what you did to my lord," The soldiers seethed in rage, and Rey could guess what the man was trying to do. He was preparing to throw Garry out of the window, sending him plunging to his death just like Rey had done to their master.Rey did not hesitate. He summoned all the speed his body could offer and dashed at the man. Before the soldier could throw Garry out the window,
Dylan loved the thrilling bloodshed as it unfolded before his eyes. He galloped on his horse, killing everything that crossed his path. He had never felt like this in the past hundred years. He felt alive. He felt rejuvenated. He could do this all day.It has been three days since he began his invasion, and he has ruined three towns so far. This is the fourth one he will destroy. And in each town he and his men had conquered, he left no survivor. All he did was station a few of his men in the town.At the downfall of a town, Dylan will send a message back to his hometown with a letter saying that he had conquered the town. In return, the elders of his territory will send strong men after the messenger he sent and station them at the fort that Dylan conquered.That's how Dylan loved doing his thing. With that, his men will rebuild the town, but under a new law, a new governor, and new behavior. The foundation will be what Dylan wants. It will be his path. By doing it that way, they wil
Linda Boston, Luna of Brandon, and the son of Dylan stride across the desolate land of Moab. She looked around, her gaze examining the ruin, burnt remains, and ashes of the Moabites' territory. At the sight of it, tears dropped from her face. She was also from this town before meeting Brandon, her destiny mate. Even though Dylan represents everything evil, Brandon was nothing like his father. He had one of the kindest hearts she had ever seen. Despite Dylan's hostile treatment of him and the pack, Brandon will never transfer his aggression to any of the pack members. He was a peace-loving man, and he was ready to sacrifice his life for any being in the pack. Brandon was trained by Dylan to become a hardened warrior because he was his only son. That automatically made him the next leader of the pack. Yet Brandon was never ready to follow his father's path. He did rather defile his father's order, face his wrath, and put the lives of the pack at risk. Linda Boston could remember how
Rey Reed Smith has never felt so infuriated like this before. Ever since he had arrived in the Middle Land, he had never felt this urge to kill before. He had felt something else when he first fought in the arena, visited Dragon Island, and fought in the jousting lane. He had felt the strength of Lord Rey in his body. But this was different.Rey was sure that this wasn't the urge of the god that possessed him; it was his anger. The urge to kill, to avenge, and to make things right. He felt like going on a killing spree. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.They were supposed to be going through the other side of the woods, through the plain of Eos that was located between Ajax and Moab. But Rey had chosen this particular route when he sniffed the fresh scent of blood. At first, he wanted to ignore it, thinking that it was just some hunters hunting in the woods. When the scent became unbearable, followed by the scent of sulfur and brimstone, Rey decided to track the s
Linda Boston galloped on her horse with fresh courage, hope, and determination. For the first time since she was mated to Brandon, son of Dylan, the ruthless Alpha, she felt at peace. Linda Boston, feel free. She felt what freedom was, and she loved it.Linda Boston had been riding horses ever since she was young, and she knew how it felt. She rides in the rainy season, spring, and winter. She always enjoyed the fresh air and its scent when she was young, and she knew how it felt. It's what always calmed her, especially whenever she was upset. Dylan stopped it when she married his son.But now, Linda Boston feels it again. She felt rejuvenated as the air gushed through her face, rushing into her nostrils and nose. She loved the touch of it on her skin and the way it sought shelter underneath her clothes. Not only that, but she was also feeling fresh courage. She has great courage and confidence that she can end Dylan's rule.There had been doubts and arguments between her and Brandon
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
“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 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
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
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 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
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
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
As soon as Rey Reed Smith cleared the first wave of soldiers that surrounded him and Kusandra, he stood behind her, his eyes burning with resentment and determination. The crashing waves provided a fitting backdrop to the imminent round that was about to unfold—another round of chaos. His grip tightened around the hilt of his gleaming sword as he scanned the horizon, examining the next round of opponents again.Suddenly, the next group of heavily armored adversaries stepped forward, marching toward him and Kusandra with malicious intent.“Stay here, and help watch out for the witch for me. She might want to try her mental power on me.” He said this to Kusandra, and the latter nodded her head in approval. She knew better than to argue with him.Without hesitation, Reed lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clash of steel echoed across the beach as his blade met the first enemy's weapon, sparks flying in a shower of defiance, his mental ability fly