Novels by Sammy X

Before Elijah could make sense of the power bearing down on him, a voice came from somewhere within the cavern.“Jin, you can’t possibly be scaring the boy. Are you?”The pressure vanished. Something unseen swept through the chamber like a wave, passing over Elijah and carrying the crushing force away. His knees struck the ground, and he caught himself with one hand as air finally rushed back into his lungs.He took several deep breaths before raising his head.A young man stood between him and the monk, several metres away. Elijah had neither seen nor sensed him arrive.The newcomer looked to be in the prime of his youth, handsome and untouched by age. Long dark hair fell freely down his back. His robes were loose and layered, with wide sleeves and an ancient style that seemed completely out of place in this modern world.Elijah looked around the cavern. He had heard no footsteps from the passage and seen no movement through it. Nothing had warned him of anyone approaching. The spa

“Must the path before you always be cleared by violence, child? Even when restraint is offered, your feet still choose violence as though no other path exists.”Elijah glanced back at the old man, then at the disciples lying across the cavern floor. Their lack of cultivation had left them vulnerable to his needles, but every one of them was still breathing.“You’re different from every other monk I’ve met in this life,” Elijah said. “They are what I would expect.”The old man remained silent as Elijah turned fully towards him.“Monks don’t normally walk the same path as martial arts practitioners. Most avoid worldly conflict entirely, and even those who train their bodies don’t cultivate the kind of strength used throughout our martial arts world. Against a real practitioner, men like these would eventually fall.”His attention moved from the disciples to the unusually large strand of prayer beads resting around the old monk’s neck.“But you are nothing like them.”Elijah had spent t

Elijah moved the moment the younger monks did, backing away to give himself room to read their first attacks. They crowded him before he could get far. One seized the front of his torn shirt with both hands, while another reached in from the side for his arm.Before the second monk could close his grip, Elijah drove the edge of his foot into the joint beside the man’s knee. The leg buckled, sending him stumbling sideways and giving Elijah room to turn on the disciple still holding his shirt. His fist rose from close range and caught the young monk beneath the jaw. Blood sprayed from the man’s mouth as his head snapped back, his hands tearing free of Elijah’s clothes before he landed several steps away.Elijah slipped through the gap between the remaining disciples and put several metres between himself and the group. When he turned, neither of the monks he had struck was out of the fight.He could sense no cultivation energy from either of them, and their bodies had yielded where

Elijah stayed where he had landed, watching the old monk replace the stopper in his wine gourd and set it beside him.Once the gourd was down, the monk spoke.“You have taken many lives with those hands, child. Even beneath Buddha’s mercy, there is sorrow for those whose journeys are cut short before their appointed time, forced from one life into the next by another man’s will rather than the natural turning of their path. All life is precious beneath Buddha’s gaze, yet wherever your feet have carried you, death has followed closely behind.”His fingers moved over the smaller strand of prayer beads wrapped around his hand.“You kill one because he killed first, then kill another because resentment tells you the balance remains unsettled. In this manner, the path of vengeance continues without end. You will kill and kill until one day you meet another whose strength is enough to shut that path you follow.”The monk regarded him without a change in expression. “This vengeance you cling

It took Elijah Langston several moments to process the monk’s words. He stepped closer, his brows drawing together as he tried to make sense of it.“No, that can’t be right. Alaric Voss died and was buried here by his loyal disciples. They took their own lives to protect the secret of this tomb.”Another thought stopped him. “Wait a moment. What exactly is your definition of living? When you say he never died, what do you mean?”Elijah remembered how the old man had spoken during their previous encounter. To him, death seemed to be another turn along an endless road, with Buddha guiding one life towards the next. Perhaps his idea of living was just as different from his own.“Living…” the monk repeated quietly as his hand closed slightly.The smaller strand of prayer beads, which had hung loosely around his palm, tightened at once around his hand.“To draw breath is not necessarily to live, child. The beast breathes, the tree breathes beneath Heaven, and even a man buried beneath ign

The sound of the blast travelled through the cave and came back in broken echoes from somewhere deep within. The Zenith juniors were the first to rush through the opening, but they slowed when they found Rowan standing alone near the edge of the abyss, staring beneath the rope bridge. “Senior Sister Rowan…?” one of them called. The others looked from her to the bridge and around the cavern, trying to understand where the noise had come from. Rowan gave them no answer. Her fist remained clenched at her side, and a faint twitch in her face betrayed the calm she was trying to maintain. Iris arrived moments later with the senior disciples close behind her. “What was that noise?” Lexi asked, searching the cavern with her eyes. No one answered. Iris was already looking for Elijah. Her gaze moved over the women around her, and the confusion on her face gave way to fear when she realised he was missing. “Mr. Elijah…?” Her voice weakened. “Where is Mr. Elijah?” She hurried towards

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