“Impossible!” Max Powers growled in denial. “I killed you myself and dumped your corpse in a garbage bin! I checked the body for vital signs, and there were none! There is no way one can survive the Reaper’s Curse!” “Jeez, how many things are you bad at?” Tyler jibed, stepping inside casually. “You can’t win the Grand Prix or even make sure your enemy is dead. What an absolute loser!” While Max was frozen, dealing with conflicted emotions of shock and fury, Gina snuck around him and ran into Tyler’s arms. “I knew he was lying!” she bawled, streaming tears. “You’d never break your promise!” The young man smiled and hugged her with one arm, his eyes not leaving the villain for a second. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now.” His gaze quickly moved over to Derek Sentinel and the bartender lying on the floor and then to Natalie sprawled on the couch. At first, Tyler feared something horrible had happened to them. But Chiron’s Eye and his enhanced senses could detect them breathing. They were
Natalie's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself on Tyler's lap. A yellow-tinted sky was above. It took her a minute to realize she was no longer in the Marian Hotel, and it was already morning. "What happened?" she murmured, getting up and rubbing her eyes groggily. She looked around to find they were up on the terrace of the Anderson mansion. It was a luxurious one with a small pool, artificial grass, kingly benches, and a serene backdrop of the mountains. "Well, you were so exhausted you fell asleep in my lap," Tyler said with a boyish smirk. While indeed Max Powers' spell weakened the girl, it was not the exact reason Natalie slept for the last few hours. He did not intend to tell her the truth. "You won against Duke's goon, right?" Natalie asked, trying to recall the events of last night. "It's strange he would send a wiry martial artist to fight someone of your fitness levels." "Oh, really? You like my body that much?" The girl punched him playfully and crossed her arms
Tyler returned home to find his parents going through an official-looking letter. “Where were you last night, Tyler?” Martha asked with furrowed brows.“Why haven’t you been going to the office?” Hugh posed, slapping the letter on the table. “Skyline Insurance has sent you a termination notice! Your manager has mentioned you as a useless and lazy employee. He’s called you a womanizer who keeps flirting and harassing women at work!”“I feel you are spiraling out of control,” his mother continued. “Late-night parties with young unmarried women? Shirking office and household responsibilities? What’s wrong with you, son? Are you doing drugs or addicted to liquor?”Tyler sighed and picked up the official letter. It was addressed from Clyde Owens, the fat, perverted manager from Skyline Insurance. During the Hilton Plaza incident, the man was miserably embarrassed and humiliated. Jennifer, his girlfriend, broke up with him with a slap across the face. Hadn’t the man learned his lesson alrea
Initially, Tyler thought Britta was merely messing with him. Their recent encounter left her quite embarrassed, and she wanted to get even. However, as the young man stared into the barrel of the sawed-off shotgun and then into the girl’s determined eyes, he realized it was a tense situation.“Why are you concerned about whether I go into the woods? I have important business there, and the path opens up only during a full moon. The Dalmatian map says so.”Britta scoffed, still pointing the gun at him. “I know very well where you are going. But you have no idea.”Tyler raised an eyebrow. “I am waiting to be enlightened by your information on the Green Monk.”“There’s no Green Monk! He isn’t real and exists only in old wives’ tales!”“On the contrary, he needs to be real for my journey to be successful. I am okay with failing to find him. Now, if there’s nothing else, I am running out of time.”The beauty shook her head. “Don’t be stubborn! Look at your map carefully. There are certain
Tyler rode into the woodland path for about half an hour. The young man could understand what made Britta so aggressive. Butch Salvatore, his teacher, must have given her a direct order to protect him at all costs. At least until his ascension to the Seraphim King happened.However, the young woman shouldn't make her duty an excuse for controlling Tyler just because she saved him once. She went too far, deciding what he must and must not do. Nobody, not even Butch, was entitled to such a privilege.Furthermore, Britta dared to fire bullets at him. It was integral to put the woman in her place. An aide shouldn't aspire to become the master.Tyler brought his attention back to the journey. He followed the map strictly, looking for the exact crossroads leading to El Abyssium. What an uncharacteristic name for a place. Was it a hidden monastery or the ruins of one? Or was it an imaginary place cooked up by superstitious locals? The answer lay ahead of him.Tyler was confronted with a tall
Tyler stepped back and assessed his handiwork, wondering what went wrong. Usually, he could heal a human in seconds, but it took minutes to treat the Pink Panther’s wounds. Moreover, the restoration was incomplete.Butch Salvatore explained a supernatural tenet to Tyler during his training years. Individuals who carry divinity or mystical power within themselves may resist the effects of another passively. Was the creature before him divine or magical? That would explain the unsealed wounds.Tyler knew exactly what to do. Butch’s instructions in eastern healing came to his recollection. He ran into the woods nearby and reappeared half an hour later with an assortment of indigenous seeds, roots, and leaves. They were extracts from medicinal plants used in advanced eastern treatments.Tyler mashed up the ingredients and prepared a potent paste. It smelled horrible but had powerful healing effects. The young man surmised that physical medicine might work since mystical energy was ineffec
Tyler was indeed aware of Quetzalcoatl—a powerful god revered by the Mayans and the Aztecs. The Seraphim King had divine contracts with numerous gods and goddesses. However, the young man, having inherited the legacy only a few months back, hadn’t explored all those connections yet. Tyler walked to his motorcycle and returned with a T-shirt and pants. “First, put on some clothes,” he told the tattooed naked girl, handing them to her. “I don’t need them,” she replied stubbornly. “I live and subsist in the wild.” The young man crossed his arms and cast her a sideways look. “It’s hard to concentrate otherwise. You must be dressed if we are to have a normal conversation.” Kat nodded and donned the clothes reluctantly. They hung loose on her, but the result was a significant improvement over being nude. Tyler realized he was famished, and so was his guest. “You don’t happen to be good at fishing, are you?” The girl shook her head. “I don’t like water. However, I can hunt toads and squ
Dear Readers, Thanks for reading my story this far even though my updates are slow. You guys are awesome. I will try to write faster in the immediate future. The 157th chapter marks the ending of the Prelude Arc. It will be followed by the Ascension Arc. Tyler Grant is indeed gifted and powerful. However, the challenges in his path will become more difficult progressively as he edges towards his ascension as the Seraphim King. He realizes it is not a position to be taken lightly. It comes with enormous responsibilities unlike any other in the world. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Tyler's future choices will determine the fate of the world. He will have to make them while weighing the safety and security of his loved ones, some of whom he will first encounter in the Ascension Arc. Tyler will have to make them while facing overpowered, diabolical evil. Without further ado, let's move on with the story. Stay tuned and share on social media if you can! Yours fictionally,