Novels by Sammy X

Her eyes settled on him, and that was when he noticed the scar. A thin, clean line running straight down the center of her face, the mark of a blade that had come startlingly close to taking both her eyes. But it wasn’t only the scar. It was the way she moved, the positioning of her hands, always slightly ahead of the rest of her body, prepared instinctively for surprises that most people would never anticipate. He had seen that quality before, in people who had not simply been near a battlefield, but had stood at the center of one. More than once. And had walked away. More than that, he could feel it. A continuous, rhythmic flow of energy circulating steadily through her being, moving in the pattern of someone with internal cultivation. She was a practitioner. A martial artist, and not a surface-level one. “Julius,” he replied simply. The name Elijah carried weight in certain military circles, even after his long ab

The new day arrived quietly, the rising sun pushing its light through the open curtains and casting warm, unhurried rays across the room. At its center was Elijah Langston, sitting with his legs crossed in a Burmese meditation posture, his eyes shut, his hands resting calmly in front of him, his entire being settled into a stillness so complete that the room itself seemed to hold its breath around him.He had been cultivating through the entire night without pause, and now his core was back to its peak, brimming and full, the energy inside him humming at its natural frequency once more. The sunlight seemed to sense it. The rays that touched him carried a warmth beyond ordinary warmth, and where they fell on his skin, a faint golden hue bloomed and stretched slowly into the air around him, the kind of reaction that only pure spiritual energy could draw from the world around it.The door unlocked.The moment it pushed open, Elijah’s eyes opened with it,

Elijah sat on the edge of the bed and clicked his tongue.His mind was already working back through everything Tessa had just told him, piecing it together with what he already knew.Of course, the military was going to get involved the moment they had intelligence that the Shadow of Death was operating in Brooklyn Heights. He had always known that was a possibility. What he hadn’t anticipated was how quickly it would move.That was precisely why he had given Osco as little information as possible when he called him to track the target. Osco respected him, genuinely, but his loyalty ultimately sat with the border military and the Supreme Marshal above it. That was simply the truth of it. Still, he was certain Osco hadn’t connected the dots. He hadn’t known who the target really was, so he wasn’t the one who had tipped them off.The trail had started elsewhere.Last night, he hadn’t been careful. Rescuing his family had been the only thing that mattered, and he had moved fast and ruth

“I...” Before Elijah could find the words, she cut him off again.“You must be in shock seeing your wife here. Happy at the same time. So it’s a mixture of emotions. That’s what you could be thinking about...” The suspicious look on her face broke into a bright smile, then dropped almost immediately back to flat. “Or not?”Her moods shifted like weather, fast and without warning. For anyone else, it would have been strange. For Elijah, it was simply Tessa.He moved to the window, pulled the curtain aside, and looked out.Water. A gentle, dark expanse stretching outward, and far ahead, the lit outline of buildings along the outskirts of Brooklyn Heights.He wasn’t in a building at all. He was on a ship, anchored along the coastal stretch of the city, the part that opened into the wider ocean cutting across Sorevia.If Tessa had come by ship rather than a private flight, this wasn’t a simple intelligence visit. Those armed doctors and nurses hadn’t just been medical staff. They were par

“Tessa,” Elijah began.She was faster.Her hands went to her waist, and she cut him off. “I already know what you’re going to say.” A short, dismissive sound left her throat. “Hmph. You never change, do you? Our love will never change either, Husband.” Her cheeks flared bright red, even as she said it with complete conviction.Elijah looked at her for a moment. Then he exhaled.“Does your father know you’re here?”He moved to rise from the bed, but the shackles pulled him back down with a sharp reminder that he hadn’t resolved that particular problem yet.Tessa’s expression shifted to something almost offended. “I am not a child.” She turned and crossed quickly to the locker beside the bed, opened it, and came back with a small remote in her hand, turning it over between her fingers. “I know you better than anyone, Elijah. Better than you think.” There was no exaggeration in her voice. “I knew the moment you woke up, you might kill every last one of my staff. The restraints were nec

Meanwhile, at an unknown location...The bedroom was the kind of luxury most people only ever saw in photographs: an immaculate space with high ceilings and soft lighting that gave everything within it a warm glow. Silk sheets and dark mahogany furnishings. And at the center of it all, a young man lay sleeping.He would have looked perfectly at peace, if not for the chains.His arms were stretched wide to either side, each wrist locked into a heavy steel restraint bolted directly into the reinforced frame of the bed. His ankles were the same, spread apart and anchored, his entire body pinned open like a star, held down by mechanisms that looked less like something out of a hospital and more like something designed by people who understood exactly how dangerous the person wearing them could be.Doctors and nurses moved around him in white uniforms, quietly checking monitors, adjusting readings, and pressing instruments against his skin. signs. They circled him from every angle, filli

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