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,
Dagon's muscles rippled as he thrust into the woman under him brutally. The latter screamed in erotic pleasure, driving both of them closer to orgasm.The woman was named Veronica, and she was much wilder and crazier than he was. As Dagon plowed into her like a foundry, she dug her nails into his back, drawing blood. With a final violent thrust, both individuals orgasmed and groaned aloud at the same time.Dagon got off Veronica and lit a cigar. He was six and a half feet tall, ridiculously muscular, with a brown Viking ponytail and beard. He had scars and tattoos on his face, arms, and torso, giving him a rather demonic look.Veronica was almost six feet tall and had an athletic build that would put men to shame. She had an angular face with sharp features and her own distinct allure. However, men other than Dagon feared the woman because she was unstable, and killing came naturally to her."That was incredibly hot, babes," Veronica said, putting on her clothes. "But you lasted only
A host of the most expensive cars in the world were parked outside Marian Hotel, owned by the Andersons. Security teams of every guest were on alert. On the fourth floor, a secret meeting was taking place.The members included Silas Anderson and his daughter Natalie, Lord Malcolm Douglas and his granddaughter Michele, Dwayne, the leader of the Mosby gang, Derek Sentinel, the Indigo Captain, and the world-famous diva Gina Perry.One of the guests was an odd one out. Yara Mathews.“Lord Douglas, why did you summon this meeting?” Dwayne asked with deference. “Is there something you discuss regarding Sapphire City? And strangely, Mr. Grant is missing. I hope you don’t mean to offend him.”Malcolm took a deep breath and spoke up. “You raised a good point, Dwayne. However, even though I summoned this gathering, I was not the one who asked for it. Regarding Mr. Grant’s absence, I was told this meeting is actually about him.”Malcolm turned towards a beautiful blonde sitting at the end of the
Malcolm Douglas exchanged glances with Dwayne Mosby. The two had pledged to keep Tyler’s secrets buried, especially from his family. It would be troublesome if his little sister knew about the life-threatening dangers Tyler faced on a daily basis. Malcolm cleared his throat and stared down at Tracy. “My dear, if you are talking about your brother’s enmity with the Cooper family, I can assure you the matter is already settled.” Dwayne Mosby also chimed in. “Mr. Grant is under my protection, and you have nothing to fear.” Tracy looked up at Britta, seeking help. The latter stepped forward. “Respected members of this gathering, let me reintroduce myself. I am Britta, granddaughter of Butch Salvatore. He is Tyler’s teacher from Montserrat Prison. I am aware of the secret life Tyler leads. There’s no reason to be secretive since it is a time of urgency.” Dwayne’s eyes widened. “You are the blood of the Seraph-” “It would be best not to mention that word publicly, Mr. Mosby,” Britta int