"I wonder who it is? Turns out, it's you!" Edward sneered, "If you've got the guts, take the Millennium Black Mushroom from me.""You're barking up the wrong tree, pal! Do you even know who I am?" Benjamin shot back, "I'm Benjamin, the son of the Sloth Gang's big shot. Cross us, and you'll be begging for a one-way ticket to the afterlife!""Who do you think you are?" Edward snorted, "But the spawn of some beaten-down guy. Your old man already tasted defeat at my hands. What makes you think you're anything special?""What? You think you can swagger around with such arrogance? You're in for a rude awakening!" Benjamin roared with fury.Edward mused to himself that this young blood was still blissfully unaware that his father had already met his maker, courtesy of Edward's hands. No doubt, the rotten apple didn't fall far from the tree. As a vile villain, a deserving fate awaited him.But spilling the beans to this greenhorn would be nothing short of a gut punch. Better to let him learn
The relentless flow of time raced by like water slipping through eager fingers.With the blink of an eye, the gears of time shifted, and he glided into his chariot like a lightning bolt, slamming the gas pedal to awaken the roaring beast under the hood.The engine's growl was a battle cry, propelling his machine forward like an arrow unleashed from a vengeful bow, hurtling toward his opulent mansion with the fervor of a storm.As he entered his house, a symphony of distant, seductive moans wafted from the confines of Lily's chamber. These ghostly echoes of pleasure's call were like a siren's song, stirring up an inferno of longing within Edward's chest.Unfazed by doubt, he surged into the room, only to be met with the sight of Lily writhing on the bed. The venom's hold had returned, setting her cheeks ablaze and clouding her gaze in a hazy fog of desire. The moment her eyes caught his, her yearning intensified and she fought against her restraints with a fervor that nearly catapulted
Daris Farm sprawled at a secretive remove from the heart of the city. Truth be told, Edward whisked himself there in his luxurious vehicle, pushing it to the limits of velocity, almost consuming nearly half an hour of his time.The journey unfolded amidst a nocturnal canvas of blackened moon and howling winds. The asphalt was sparsely traveled, lending an air of clandestine intrigue to Edward's endeavor.Midsummer held sway, with daylight's searing sun casting the once-lush grass of the farm into pallid submission. Moonlight draped the landscape, painting a burnt-amber layer of shadow.Within the pen, freshly shorn sheep reveled in newfound comfort. They nestled together, their eyes gently sealed in restful bliss.Edward's silhouette stretched long and slender, as if the moonlight had amplified his contemplations. His footfalls stirred the grass, arousing a sudden vigilance among the sheep. Their bleats resonated in the night, punctuating the stillness.Edward pondered the enigma of R
"Heavenly Frozen Fury from the Heavens!” shot back Dan.Out of nowhere, from above, it looked like the heavens unleashed a cascade of icy cones that came hurtling down. The elemental showdown between ice and fire ignited in the skies, turning the enclosed space into a battleground of frigid frost and blazing flames, a wild dance between the extremes of hot and cold.The celestial clash raged on, as opposing energies clashed and vied for dominance, locked in a relentless embrace where neither yielded an inch, and victory remained just beyond their grasp.Rufus's lips curled into a cynical smile,"Well, well, who would've thought the ‘old boss’ would sprinkle the ancient werewolf's essence right into your veins? You've become a real oddity – neither human nor ghost."Dan shot back, his words dripping with defiance,"You've got some nerve talking like that! In fact, I'm a wolf warrior, ready to take you down without breaking a sweat, you inconspicuous pawn."Then, like the unveiling of a
Before you knew it, the sky played host to a magnificent sight – seven broomsticks materialized, each adorned with a radiant coat of golden light.They hung suspended in the air, taking up different positions like celestial sentinels guarding Edward. Meanwhile, the eighteen wolves spat out streams of red, viscous fluid akin to gasoline, aiming it directly at Edward's direction.But right on cue, the seven broomsticks sprung to life, choreographing a mesmerizing dance in the air. Their collective movement conjured a tempestuous gale within the confined space, nimbly steering the deadly crimson tide away from Edward's path.As luck would have it, the rouge fluid that splattered back upon the wolves seemed to evoke no harm. Instead, it was as if they were absorbing some eldritch elixir or growth catalyst, their demeanor positively invigorated by the scarlet infusion.In the blink of an eye, the once-eighteen-strong pack grew both in size and ferocity, their attacks now striking with a re
"On which floor are those lockers stashed?" Edward shot the question like a dart.He didn't give a fig for the dry old man's words. Right now, he had one burning desire: to unearth the evidence Rufus kept here."On the 13th floor," croaked the dry old coot, his voice creaking like an old floorboard.The old man's eyes did a flip-flop as they landed on Edward. It gave Edward the willies – like he was staring into the abyss, peering at a soul dangling on the edge of departure.Edward gave that scene a wide berth and pivoted on his heel. The old man's eerie aura slipped off him like a too-tight jacket. He stepped into the elevator and sucked in a lungful of air, like a thirsty man at a desert oasis.The elevator's fluorescent lights were on steroids, throwing a white spotlight on the doors, turning them into a mirror as bright as the noonday sun. Edward couldn't help but glance at himself, and holy moly, something was off—a murky darkness floated above his noggin like a storm cloud."Wha
"Dad, I'm bouncing back to normal," the dashing young man in his sleek black attire enthusiastically conveyed to the weathered old gentleman. “This young man has helped me get rid of the genes of vampire inside my body.”The old man's countenance morphed into one of sheer disbelief as the tidings hit his ears. Never in his wildest dreams did he foresee his offspring sauntering out of the elevator tonight, flanking Edward.The real stunner was that his son, who had undergone the vampiric transformation, was now back in the saddle of normalcy. He'd taken it for granted that Edward would be white as a sheet, quivering like a leaf up on the thirteenth floor.Edward bestowed a grin upon the time-worn old fellow and quipped,"Caught you off guard, didn't I?"With an abrupt thud, the elderly knelt before Edward, his voice resounding with fervor,"Truly, you're a true Light bearer, casting radiance upon my boy. My gratitude knows no bounds to you."Edward was lightning-fast in extending his h
The vehicles hurtled forward, like a gathering storm heralding an impending carnival.Life was not always a glittering parade, just sporadic bursts of brilliance—aced exams, wedding night flames, and the sheer euphoria of parenthood. It's these fleeting sparks that ignited the souls of regular folks, urging them to dive headlong into the fray, to taste the excitement that gives their humdrum existence a spicy twist.Among those gangsters in those vehicles, a collective yearning propelled them forward, a belief coursing through their veins that Edward, tailgating their formation, might conjure a year brimming with euphoria.Try as they might, they couldn't fathom the imminent spectacle, an electrifying showdown that could set the world ablaze. Victory, whether seized by their old leader or the spry protege tailing him, was a dish best served without a side of regret. A ringside seat to an unbridled clash of titans—now that's the real McCoy.Doubts may linger about the loyalty of the un