Novels by Sammy X

The blissful smile that had graced Elijah’s face at the thought of his wife vanished in a fraction of a second, replaced instantly by a mask of cold, lifeless indifference. The temperature around the gate of the DiLaurentis Estate seemed to drop several degrees as he slowly turned around, his sharp, predatory eyes locking onto a garbage bin sitting in the shadows on the opposite side of the road.There was a frantic rustling sound, followed by a grunt of exertion. A man was struggling desperately to climb out from the depths of the refuse, but his aging legs, perhaps cramped from hours of hiding, failed him at the crucial moment.The bin tipped precariously, and with a loud, metallic clatter it toppled over, sending the elderly man somersaulting onto the pavement amidst a cascade of rotten vegetables, discarded wrappers, and street filth.If anyone from any of the aristocratic families of Brooklyn Heights society had walked by at that moment, they would have been shocked down to their

At that very moment, the heavy gates of the Ainsworth Mansion opened, admitting a convoy of two black, armored SUVs. Leading them on foot was the elderly butler. The vehicles came to a synchronized halt near the entrance where Grace was standing, their engines cutting out. The butler approached Grace and bowed deeply, his breath steady and heartless as he delivered the news she had been waiting for. “We found him, Madam. He was getting himself drunk somewhere in the North District.”Grace didn’t even blink. She waved him off dismissively with a simple. “Inform Mother…”The doors of the SUVs were thrown open simultaneously, and several burly men, their faces obscured by tactical masks, swarmed out like angry wasps. They moved to the rear of the second vehicle, hauled open the door, and roughly dragged an elderly figure out from the plush leather interior. With no regard for his age or status, they threw him across the abrasive gravel of the driveway.“How dare you disrespect me?!

“Are you accusing us of something?”Commissioner Maxwell Doyle took a step forward, his chest puffed out in a reflexive display of authority. But as he met the gaze of the Shadow of Death, the cold, emptiness of those eyes stripped him of his boldness instantly. This forced Commissioner Doyle to choke on his words and instinctively take a stumbling step back, his bravado evaporating. “Someone knew I was up there,” the Shadow of Death stated, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the air. “They used that knowledge to compromise my operation tonight. Tell me… who leaked my position?”Grace Ainsworth remained surprisingly calm, though her eyes were sharp. She didn’t flinch under the accusation. “Only those within this immediate circle were privy to the details of the operation tonight,” she said, her voice steady and controlled. She tilted her head slightly toward the oak tree outside the mansion gates, where the forensic team was now busy examining the mutilated corpse, the flas

It took a few agonizing seconds for Grace Ainsworth and Commissioner Doyle to fully recover their composure after the sudden, violent display of power that had just unfolded before their eyes. They glanced briefly at Iron Skull, who was groaning as he forced himself back to his feet, clutching his heaving chest, before their gazes snapped back to the tall, imposing figure clad in matte-black tactical gear standing motionless in front of them. It was glaringly obvious to everyone present that this was no ordinary person. Swatting away a legendary underground prizefighter like Iron Skull with the casual ease of a man dusting off his coat, and simultaneously disabling five hardened mercenary guards in the literal blink of an eye wasn't simple. Iron Skull, however, had his pride. The humiliation of being tossed aside like a ragdoll ignited a furnace of rage. He gritted his teeth so hard they almost shatter; the metallic taste of his own blood filled his mouth from the internal impact,

The air inside the Ainsworth Mansion compound was thick with tension, heavier than the humidity of the night.Dozens of armed security guards, mostly mercenaries with rifles slung across their chests, patrolled the grounds in tight formations. Their boots crunched on the gravel, their eyes scanning every shadow, every tree branch, every corner.Grace Ainsworth leaned against the side of her Rolls-Royce Phantom, her arms crossed tightly. Her eyes were fixed on the horrific sight hanging from the old oak tree just a few meters away.Forensic teams were already swarming around the corpse of Black Mane, their flashlights cutting through the dark.“Madam Ainsworth.”The Head of Security hurried up to her.He was a mountain of a man, built like a tank, with a scar running from his ear to his jaw. He looked tough enough to chew metal.He bowed deeply, sweat clouding on his shaved head.“We have swept the mansion grounds twice, Madam,” he reported, his voice low. “We checked the perimeter, th

Inside Grace Ainsworth's Rolls-Royce Phantom...The interior of the luxury vehicle was usually a place of silence, but tonight it was filled with the venomous voice of Grace Ainsworth.She held her phone tightly against her ear, her knuckles white with rage.“It was a disaster!” she hissed, her voice dripping with rage. “A complete and utter catastrophe! Do you understand the definition of public execution? Because what I saw today was a circus!”On the other end of the line, the voice was raspy and defensive. It was the underground middleman she had met on the rooftop days ago.“Madam Ainsworth, please, lower your voice,” the man stammered. “Something… unexplainable happened today. I will get to the root of it. You must understand, the Shadow of Death has never missed a shot in his entire career. Not once!”“I don’t care about his résumé!” Grace snapped.“But, Madam!” the man persisted, trying to save his own skin. “He assassinated General Krig inside a moving tank from two miles awa

William’s golden eyes narrowed at Marcus who had risen in the center of the crater, but the expression on his face remained indifferent.What other confirmation did he need that Marcus was immortal, just like Emperor Zhao in the ancient texts?As long as his soul was bound to the Forbidden Stone, nothing could completely tear him apart.“Then I shall destroy the stone with you.” William’s expression finally turned darker, and he took a step forward.Destroying the Forbidden Stone was as impossible as killing its holder. At least, the ancient texts say so.There was no holding back anymore, and every ounce of spiritual energy within his being would be put to use.He raised his right hand, and the air around him trembled.Golden lightning began to weave between his fingers, crackling violently as the pressure around him grew unbearable.The dragon tattoo on his back pulsed—the dragon coiling to life.“Heavenly Dragon’s Wrath! Break!”A golden dragon of pure energy erupted from behind h

Marcus was quickly enveloped by the dark mist, and his body steadied midway into the air.His ribs had been utterly broken by that attack just now, but he didn't feel anything.He gripped the stone tighter than before and glared at William from a distance."I underestimated you. Not anymore..." With the aid of the dark mist, he propelled forward, his face filled with intense determination.As he got closer, he stretched the Forbidden Stone and cursed aloud, "Die for me!"A mighty rushing darkness came straight at William, who was slowly descending from the cloud and still had his hand behind him.The sky trembled as the darkness surged forth, twisting the air into a violent storm.The Forbidden Stone pulsed like a beating heart, and with every pulse, the dark mist screamed, taking the form of countless wailing spirits clawing toward William Miller.William’s eyes remained calm but sharp and unwavering.“Ancestral Dragon Art—Ascension Roar!”He raised a single finger, and the air arou

The Dragon of the East—the lone cultivator who once terrorized the East with unmatched techniques and seared fear into the hearts of those who spoke his name.No sect or order could stop his rampage several years ago as he tore through branches and divisions just to achieve his goal in the country. He had vanished ever since, and all that was left was his name and those who sought vengeance against him.William didn't say a word, but he was surely surprised that Marcus would have recognized him. The name Marcus hadn't rung any bell in the East and had only come to his ears here in the West recently. There was no way this person knew him from home.Marcus looked out over the burnt expanse of grassland and inhaled deeply. He shut his eyes and said, "I recognized you by your technique just now. Only the Dragon of the East could possibly invoke a spirit dragon capable of wiping out a million men in a blink. There were always rumors of your presence in the West, but now I know it.""Yo

Tina and the other undercover maid servants wasted no time and took hold of Amelia.They had been scared a moment ago that the young master might scold them, but now his words were final.“You! Let go of me now!” Amelia yelled, but they didn't listen.These women were much stronger than she was and were able to move her carefully without hurting her.“William—do you want to die?! Tell them to let go of me!”Now that it had come to this, she called him by name, hoping he would turn around, but he didn't.Why were they even listening to him?Soldiers assisted, and Amelia was carefully tucked inside the van; the doors were shut tightly.As the vehicle drove away, Amelia looked through the window and felt a deep pain in her heart.She could see William waiting as the army of cultivators drew close.What is wrong with him? Had he listened to her mother's nonsense and now wanted to go after Marcus all by himself?Maybe they should have allowed her to die so she wouldn't have to find out th

"Make sure to get everyone to safety, far from here..." William spoke directly to Tina, and she raised her head to him.She hadn't expected him to give her further instructions instead of a punishment.Just then, several choppers began to appear above the forest, rappelling ropes being let down.Soldiers in heavy gear slid down in large numbers.An ambulance blared toward the manor, and following behind was an endless escort of high-grade military vehicles.This was a scene that could only be seen in a movie.Vera rushed to her confused daughter and embraced her tightly. "Oh my God, Amelia… don't do anything stupid again!"She still couldn't believe that Amelia had intentionally chewed on poison.Edward and Ava also drew closer to confirm that she had fully recovered.But through it all, Amelia had her eyes on William’s figure a short distance away.Why did he feel and look so different from the person she used to know?When the ambulance arrived, ten doctors came running out carrying

Is that him?" The Sinclairs weren't sure they were seeing properly because the man approaching looked completely different.The evening wind seemed to grow heavy as he moved, and breathing suddenly became suffocating.It was as though a mountain pressed down on them.Marcus's eyes widened in excitement and he grinned as if he'd discovered gold. "William Miller, I've wanted to see you for so long. Finally..."Did Amelia Sinclair take her life because of this useless man? He would surely teach him a lesson today and make him beg for mercy.William paid Marcus no heed and simply walked past him to Amelia's body, which lay cold on the ground.Huh?For the first time in a while, the smile on Marcus's face changed to a confused expression, and the strong mist around his fist instantly vanished.What was that pressure he had felt just now? The air around this ordinary-looking man was different in a way he couldn't explain. For the first time since he had held the forbidden stone, it vibrat