Tyler returned home late in the evening. He was utterly exhausted after the dark and gruesome adventure in Douglas Mansion. His body wasn't tired, but he was spiritually drained.Tyler had honed his constitution to the point of perfection. He could fight long battles and go without food and water for days. It was made possible through a balance within the mind, body, and spirit.The young man spoke to his parents for a while and then went up to his bedroom. After a warm shower, he sat on his bed with the window open.Tyler's meditation process was called the chakra technique. He absorbed elements from the surroundings, compressing them into powerful mystical energy. This energy enabled him to surpass his physical limitations and perform miraculous feats.Tyler closed his eyes and focused on his third eye, activating the power vortices in his body. They slowly began to absorb elements and transform them into mystical energy. However, the process was quite slow. It would take hours for
Yara entered the premises of Emperor's Cove at half past thirty in the morning. It was as majestic as during the daytime, just more serene. She hopped on a golf cart and went around the main palace. The fruit orchard was beyond the ornamental gardens.Tyler was waiting by the edge of the forest. He smiled warmly on seeing Yara approach. She was dressed in a flowing white gown, which gave her a princess-like appearance. The beauty was about to say something aloud, but Tyler cut her off."Speak in whispers if you must," he said.Yara chose to stay silent. Tyler held her wrist lightly and led her into the fruit orchard. It was dark, but he walked confidently between the trees as if he could see in the dark.Soon, they reached a beautiful lake. Yara still couldn't believe the premium estate had its own water body!Under the starlight, the water sparkled but was eerily unmoving. Only the sound of crickets echoed through the forest.Tyler turned sharply on th
“Don’t move,” Tyler said, wrapping his muscular arms around Yara.The young woman whimpered her consent. She couldn’t believe how they had crossed the line so quickly.Yara had boyfriends in the past, but she never allowed anybody to touch her intimately, forget about naked intimacy. Right now, she was completely undressed and in a sexual position over Tyler. Things were moving too fast!However, Yara was okay with surrendering her virginity to Tyler. He was the kind of man she imagined as her ideal husband and lover.“Don’t move,” he repeated, feeling her trembling in his embrace.Tyler released his mystical energy suddenly in a full blast. Energy from his body surged through Yara’s, and she became a conduit to the water. For an instant, the entire spring shone like a white screen, lighting up the grove.As the daze faded, Yara opened her eyes and saw something familiar and yet shocking.Two massive wings made of pure light spanned out from Tyler’s back. The ve
When Tyler arrived at Sterling Hill's main gate, Tracy was nowhere to be seen. Moreover, her phone was switched off. The young man's instincts immediately alerted him something was wrong.The gatekeepers recognized Tyler as the new Chairman and flocked to him. They were stumped as to why he drove a Honda Hybrid. The Chairman of a multi-billion dollar luxury community should own a Lamborghini or a Rolls Royce at the least. However, they kept their mouths shut and bowed to him respectfully."Sir, how can we be of assistance?""Have you seen my sister?" Tyler asked, showing them a picture on his phone. "She was waiting for me right here. Did she call for an Uber?"One of the guards stepped forward. "Yes, sir. How can we miss the beautiful Miss Grant? She left in a red Maserati car fifteen minutes ago.""It must be one of your many luxurious vehicles, sir," another guard suggested."I don't own any cars," Tyler replied. "Even this Honda Hybrid is a borrowed one."While the guards appeared
Roy stumbled back from his chair and staggered to his feet. Where did the monstrous strength come from? However, Tyler and his aggression were not unfamiliar to him.Three years back, the Commissioner arrested the young man under false accusations. The Cooper family had bought off the police department at a hefty price. They had planted evidence to get him convicted.However, Roy couldn’t recognize Tyler anymore. The young man had returned transformed from prison—sharp, athletic, and exuding a tremendous aura. How could he split a solid desk in half with one hit? Was he a martial art master?Immediately, the officers in the room panicked, unholstered their guns, and trained them at Tyler. “Hands on your head, or we’ll shoot you down! Now!”The young man looked rather unperturbed about a dozen guns eager to fire at him. “I dare you to shoot!” he challenged them. “But be prepared to face the consequences!”“Lower your guns!” Roy commanded, anxious about the escalating situation. He want
Five of the eight cops inside the monitoring room were impaled by the volley of glass shards. It didn't kill them but was damaging enough to incapacitate them. Two of the remaining turned tail and ran away to get backup.When Roy realized the one-way mirror had shattered, he used his subordinate as a human shield. As a result, he wasn't hurt by the exploding glass.Tyler's display of monstrous strength petrified the Commissioner, but the seasoned police officer in him kicked in. He unholstered his gun quickly and clicked off its safety. However, the young man slapped it out of his hand before he could fire.Crack! The slap looked casual but was so powerful that Roy's wrist broke, and his hand rotated at an odd angle."Argh!" he exclaimed, staggering back, clutching at his hand in agony."Where is my sister?" Tyler demanded again, grabbing him by the neck and lifting his body into the air.Roy Mitchell weighed at least three hundred pounds, but the young man lifted him effortlessly. As
Torque was an orphan who raised himself on the streets. His father was a henchman for the notorious Red Viper gang. At the age of ten, the boy lost his parents to a gruesome civil war between mafia groups.Torque's pain did not end there. He had an elder sister who was raped and killed by gangsters. The boy was helpless to save her and hated that he was the only survivor.Torque grew up as an errand boy in the underworld, doing petty jobs. He often got into fights and won them effortlessly. Even when he was outnumbered, stabbed, and bleeding to death, he would keep standing. On the inside, he had sworn never to be weak again.Once the underworld gangs realized Torque's strength, they hired him as a hitman. Ultimately, he developed a sound reputation as a killer. However, he lived by principles, one of which was—women were not to be exploited or killed on his watch.***At the moment, Torque was surrounded, but his shoulders were hunched as if nothing unusual was happening.His indiffer
“What the fuck is going on?” a gang member exclaimed, eyeing Tyler in a daze. “Who is this guy?”The stranger had appeared within the blink of an eye out of nowhere. He shoved Torque out of the bullet’s way in the nick of time, which was way too fast for a human.“Tyler Grant!” Huxley called out. “How did you escape from the police station? You’re supposed to be in handcuffs!”Tyler cast a glance mixed with pity and revulsion at the gang leader. “I feel no obligation to answer questions of a bottom-feeder like you. But it would be best if you worried about yourself. You signed your own death sentence by kidnapping my sister!”“My death sentence?” Huxley spat with a howl of laughter. “You may have escaped your demise at the Marian Hotel because of Dwayne Mosby. But here, I am the undisputed king! You walked into the lion’s den, Tyler! Our entire gang of sixty will skewer you into mincemeat!”Tyler scoffed. “Do you call these pipsqueaks a gang? What a joke! They will die along with you