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Selene stood among her troops, surveying the aftermath with a frown still trying to figure things out. The entire operation had concluded with almost no effort on their part—a fact that didn’t sit well with her.“Commander,” her assistant chimed in, practically bouncing with excitement, “you know what this means, don’t you? What if a A war god must have intervened! Someone powerful and deeply in love with you has cleared the path for us!”Selene rolled her eyes, waving a dismissive hand, but her cheeks burned faintly. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she said sharply, though her heart fluttered at the thought. A mysterious warrior, so skilled and powerful, secretly enamored with her? The idea was impossible… and yet, strangely satisfying.“Still,” she added, regaining her composure, “I want a full report. Sweep the scene, gather intel, and determine exactly what happened here. No excuses.”Her assistant saluted eagerly, but Selene’s thoughts wandered. For a brief moment, she considered Kael—but
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirteen
The heavy silence that followed Marcus’s exit was almost suffocating. Evangeline stared at the door, her mind racing to process what had just happened. Marcus—the infamous mafia boss, a man who commanded fear across Cresmont—had bowed to her. Worse, he had apologized to her as if she held power over him. It didn’t make sense.Margaret was the first to recover. She spun around, her sharp gaze landing squarely on Mike. “Mike! That was incredible!” she exclaimed, rushing to his side.Evangeline blinked, finally snapping out of her stupor. “It was you, wasn’t it?” she said, her voice rising. “You convinced Marcus to fix everything!”Mike froze, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for words. “Well, I—” he started, only to be cut off by Margaret’s enthusiastic praise.“You’re a genius!” she declared, clutching his arm. “The way you handled this behind the scenes, without even mentioning it… Mike, you’re exactly the kind of man this family need
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fourteen
The aftermath of the Victor Nelson operation left Selene restless. The debriefing room was silent save for the soft buzz of the projector replaying static-laden footage. Selene sat at the head of the table, her sharp eyes fixed on the frozen screen.“No struggle. No prolonged gunfire. No visible entry or exit,” she murmured, her fingers tapping against the cold metal of the table. “And the cameras just… stopped working.” she rolled her eyes an tutted as she mused.Her assistant, seated beside her, shifted nervously. “It’s like… like a ghost went in and wiped them all out,” he ventured, his voice low.“A ghost doesn’t leave a room full of dead bodies,” Selene shot back, but the sharpness in her voice faltered.The assistant leaned forward, his face lighting up with the fervor of a conspiracy theorist. “Or a war god just like I had told you,” he whispered excitedly. “You heard what the troops said—no one saw anything. Someone powerful and unseen did
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifteen
The streets of Cresmont were unusually quiet at this hour. The glow of streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement as Kael stepped out of the Ravol estate, his presence as unhurried as ever. He walked with confidence—the kind that was neither forced nor exaggerated, but imbued. Yet, beneath that composed demeanor, his mind was already moving ahead, calculating his next move. At the street corner, Marcus leaned against his car, arms crossed. The moment he spotted Kael, he straightened—like a soldier snapping to attention before his superior. “Where to?” Marcus asked, already reaching for the door handle. Kael’s response was calm, deliberate. “Dream Hill.” Marcus hesitated—just a fraction of a second—but Kael caught it. Dream Hill wasn’t just another wealthy neighborhood. It was the pinnacle of Cresmont’s elite, where the most powerful, most untouchable figures resided. People didn’t just visit Dream Hill. They either belonged there… or they didn’t. Without a word, Marcus n
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter sixteen
Morning sunlight streamed through the high glass buildings of Cresmont, illuminating the imposing headquarters of Northland Enterprises. Once an unstoppable force in the business world, the company now teetered on the brink of collapse—a decaying empire barely held together by its young and unyielding president, Pamela Northland. And today, Kael had come to collect a debt. He adjusted the cuffs of his black shirt as he approached the grand entrance, his steps unhurried. The moment he reached the door, two uniformed security guards stepped into his path. One of them smirked. “Lost, are we?” His gaze dripped with condescension as he eyed Kael’s attire—clean, but utterly unremarkable. No designer labels, no tailored suit. Nothing to indicate wealth or status. His partner scoffed. “This isn’t a place for beggars. Try the back alley if you’re looking for food scraps.” Kael tilted his head slightly, expression unreadable. He could have ended this a dozen different ways. But instead,
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter seventeen
“They’re here to collect the debt.” A heavy silence settled over the room. Pamela let out a soft, bitter chuckle, but there was no humor in it—only raw tension twisting around her chest like a vice. Of course. Deep Space wasn’t just here for money. They were here to humiliate her. To make a spectacle of her downfall. Cathy hesitated. “Should I… should I call security?” His voice was uncertain, his fingers twitching at his sides. Pamela exhaled slowly, forcing composure even though her heart pounded in her ribs like a war drum. “No.” Because she already knew how this worked. Security wouldn’t stop them. They’d be the ones holding the doors open, And just as that thought burned through her mind—A crash echoed from the hallway. The office doors slammed open. A group of suited men strode in with the confidence of conquerors—because, in their minds, they already owned the place. Leading them was Micheal. The regional manager of Deep Space Group. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighteen
The order had barely left Micheal’s lips when chaos erupted. His men moved fast. Guns raised. Fingers tightening on triggers. But Kael moved faster. Pamela barely had time to react before she threw herself to the floor, her heartbeat thundering as she braced for the storm. The first attacker lunged and Kael barely shifted. His hand shot out—one sharp twist— CRACK! The thug’s wrist snapped at an unnatural angle, his gun clattering uselessly to the ground as he screamed. The second man had no time to react. Kael’s fingers closed around his throat. He lifted him clean off the ground—and then slammed him into the desk with such force that the wood split like paper. Pamela flinched. What the hell? Her brows knit together as she stared from the floor. The third thug managed to aim his gun, Too late. Kael’s foot shot out. A single, effortless kick. The gun flew into the air. In the same motion, Kael spun—an elbow drove into the man’s ribs. The air left his lungs in a wheezing ga
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Nineteen
The elevator ride was suffocating, filled with the heavy stench of blood and defeat. Micheal leaned against the mirrored wall, each breath sending waves of pain through his ribs. His suit, once crisp and pristine, was now a torn mess, smeared with dirt and his own blood. His left eye was swollen shut, his lip split, and his hands trembled slightly as he wiped at the dried blood on his face.He had never suffered a loss like this before. Never been humiliated so completely. His men had been torn apart in seconds, crushed by a single man who fought with an ease that defied reason. Kael. That name alone made his insides twist with anger and fear.A soft chime echoed in the elevator as the doors slid open, revealing the long, dimly lit hallway ahead. The air was unnervingly cold, the marble floor polished to perfection, reflecting the overhead lights like glass. Every step he took sent a jolt of pain through his body, but he forced himself forward. Two men in black suits flanked him on ei
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Chapter Thirty seven
Selene stormed into the penthouse house, rage simmering beneath her skin. She barely waited for the door to swing shut before she tossed a thick file onto the table in front of Kael.Kael didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look at it.He sat in the worn leather chair, calmly cleaning his gun like he had all the time in the world. As if she wasn’t standing there, ready to rip the truth out of him.Selene’s chest heaved. “Say something.”Kael finally glanced up, his expression unreadable. “Good evening?”Selene saw red. “Don’t do that,” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Don’t act like this is nothing.” She shoved the file closer, her movements rigid with anger. “I know what you are.”Kael leaned back in his chair, expression impossibly calm. “That’s funny.” He tilted his head slightly. “I don’t even know what I am.”Selene froze. Just for a second.What?Kael tapped his fingers against the table. “But if you’ve figured it out, by all means, enlighten me.”Selene’s nails dug into her palms. “You’re
Chapter Thirty Six
Kael didn’t blink. Didn’t shift. Didn’t show a flicker of hesitation.“No.”Elias arched a brow, looking neither surprised nor offended. If anything, he seemed… amused.“No?” he repeated, like he was giving Kael a chance to correct himself.Kael held his gaze, voice even. “You heard me.”A long silence stretched between them. The kind that felt like a countdown.Then Elias let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Of course you’d say that.” He exhaled, hands slipping into his pockets. “You always did like making things difficult.”Kael didn’t bother responding. He was already calculating the next move. Because Elias wasn’t here to negotiate. He was here to test him.And Kael had just failed.Elias tilted his head, studying him like a puzzle that had too many missing pieces. “You don’t even know what you’re fighting, do you?”Kael’s jaw tightened. “I know enough.”“No,” Elias said simply. “You don’t.”Then, instead of pressing the issue, he stepped back.No threats. No violence.Jus
Chapter Thirty Five
The train station was silent, save for the soft hum of flickering overhead lights. Kael stood still, his grip firm on his gun, though he hadn’t raised it yet.Because he knew this man.The figure stepped forward, the dim glow finally illuminating his face.Kael’s jaw tightened.Elias.For a long moment, neither of them spoke.Kael had seen a lot of ghosts in his lifetime. But this one?This one was supposed to be buried.Elias tilted his head, watching Kael with an unsettling calm amusement.“Well,” Elias murmured, his voice smooth, familiar—too familiar. “I was wondering how long it would take before we had this little reunion.”Kael’s eyes darkened. “You’re dead.”Elias smirked. “I was.”Kael said nothing, but his mind was already moving.This wasn’t just about survival.This was about the past finally catching up to him.And Elias?Elias was proof that Kael had never actually escaped it even as he went on being the quarry ruler.Elias took another slow step forward, hands casually
Chapter Thirty Four
Pamela adjusted the cuffs of her blazer as she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The towering Northland headquarters loomed above her, its sleek glass reflecting the storm-heavy sky.Everything about this felt wrong and she knew it for sure.The emergency board meeting had been called too suddenly, and the urgency in Harold Kensington’s email was forced. It screamed of desperation, of something more than just business.And yet, she had no choice but to walk into it.She wasn’t about to let those cowards hand over Northland without a fight.She exhaled, straightening her posture.If this was a trap—She wasn’t going down quietly.Inside, the boardroom was already filled. Harold sat at the far end, his hands folded neatly over a thick folder. The other board members sat stiffly, their expressions betraying the unease simmering beneath the surface.Pamela strode inside, her voice sharp. “If this is another attempt to strong-arm me into surrendering
Chapter Thirty Three
Pamela sat at the head of the Northland Enterprises boardroom, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as she surveyed the room after the whole drama that happened last night.Every single executive seated across from her looked tense. Some avoided her gaze, others wore thinly veiled expressions of guilt.She already knew.Something was wrong.Harold Kensington, one of the senior board members, cleared his throat. “Pamela, we called this meeting to discuss the future of Northland Enterprises.”Pamela’s jaw tightened. “Go on.” Harold glanced at the others before delivering the betrayal.“The board has decided that the best course of action is to accept Deep Space Group’s acquisition offer.”The words hit like a slap and disappointment and shock covered her face.Pamela froze, her grip on the chair tightening. “Excuse me?”Harold shifted in his seat but held his ground. “Deep Space controls too much of the market now. We’ve lost crucial trade routes, our investors are panicking, and
Chapter Thirty Two
Kael stood in the center of the ruined black site, and as his stared, his decision was made. Nikolai watched him and his expression was blank. But behind those sharp eyes, Kael could see it—disappointment. “You’re making a mistake,” Nikolai said smoothly, as if he wasn’t standing among the wreckage Kael had left behind. Kael didn’t flinch. “I don’t take advice from dead men.” He spat. Nikolai chuckled, shaking his head. “You always were stubborn.” He took a slow step forward, lowering his voice. “You think you’re protecting them by walking away? By choosing Pamela and Selene over the truth?” He leaned in slightly. “Deep Space isn’t the end of this war, Kael. They’re just the beginning.” Kael’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. Nikolai sighed, exhaling as if the weight of the situation was suddenly tiring. “Fine. Walk away. But when this war burns everything you love to the ground, just remember—I tried to help you.” Kael’s fingers twitched slightly at his side. Not from hes
Chapter Thirty one
The air was thick with tension, the stench of blood and gunpowder still lingering in the aftermath of the black site raid. The facility was in ruins—guards lay motionless, security doors had been blasted open, and the blaring alarms had finally gone silent.But the real battle hadn’t even started yet.Kael stood in the center of the wreckage, his body tense and unreadable. Pamela was finally free, leaning against Marcus, her wrists still raw from the restraints. But her eyes were sharp—she wasn’t broken.No one spoke.Because all of them were staring at the man standing before Kael.The unknown faction had finally revealed themselves.And at the front of their group, staring directly at Kael, was a man he hadn’t seen in years.A man who should have been rotting in a grave.Nikolai.He hadn’t changed much. Same piercing gaze, same smirk that always held too much meaning. His stance was relaxed, casual even—as if this wasn’t the first time he had walked into Kael’s warzone and survived.
Chapter Thirty
The black site stood like a fortress at the edge of the city—a steel monolith surrounded by razor-wire fences, high-security watchtowers, and a rotating patrol of armed guards.Most people didn’t even know this place existed.The ones who did? Never left.Kael crouched in the shadows of a distant rooftop, his eyes were locked on the facility below. He could feel the weight of the mission settling onto his shoulders, but he pushed the tension aside.This wasn’t just another operation.This was Pamela and her father had placed the burden of him protecting her on his shoulders.“She’s in there,” Marcus muttered, adjusting the scope of his rifle. “But so is an entire damn army.”Kael didn’t respond, his mind already dissecting every angle, every weakness in the facility’s defenses.Selene stood a few feet away, silent, observing. Unlike Marcus, she wasn’t questioning the mission.She had already made her choice.“Let’s move,” Kael said finally.And the hunt began.———Inside the black sit
Chapter Twenty Nine
Deep Space Headquarters – The Hidden RulersThe room was pitch-black, save for the soft glow of a single overhead light. Mr. Black stood in the center, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable.But inside? He was seething.A holographic conference flickered before him, displaying the silhouettes of the true powers behind Deep Space. Their identities remained hidden—distorted voices, blurred images, nothing concrete.Still, their presence was suffocating.“You assured us Kael would be neutralized by now.” The first voice was smooth, dangerously calm.Mr. Black didn’t flinch. “He should have been.”The second figure spoke, their tone laced with warning. “But he isn’t.”Mr. Black exhaled slowly. “Kael was never the problem.” He turned slightly, his eyes narrowing. “The problem is the interference. Someone is attacking us from the shadows—someone who isn’t Kael.”The third figure, silent until now, let out a quiet chuckle. “And you don’t know who it is.”Mr. Black’s ja