“He killed one of us, and some of you don’t mind? What is going on with this council?” Damien, one of the council members said, slamming his hand furiously on the semi-circular table and rising to his feet. He moved to the front of the group, burning with anger. “I get it that some of you want to protect him due to reasons that you feel are valid, but this is not the point of that, and I am highly disgusted and disappointed in the lot of you all,” he spat out, especially while staring at Dante. Dante relaxed back on the chair. "Don't you feel it is a disgrace that a council member can’t even handle a young hybrid?” Damien stormed towards where Dante was sitting, and slamming his hand once more, he leaned forward till their faces were mere inches apart. “This is a goddamn hybrid that we are talking about, Dante. The first that we have ever come across, and don’t forget that he ended the life of her beast like it was nothing, that was a level forty beast, Dante. Who wouldn’t feel fe

Josh entered the office less than a minute after Kira had made her way inside, and he noticed the tense atmosphere, which was what he had expected already, but he could tell that Kira was still yet to know what was going on, so he decided to drop the bomb anyway. “The rumors are true, Alaric killed a council member, simple as that, Kira,” he said, confirming what it is that she might have already heard. Kira spun around to face him. “Sure, let’s say I believe you—no, scratch that,” she said, waving her hands. “I actually believe you, but there is no way he is going to do it without a reason. The council's words are not believable at this point, I think they are trying to paint him as the villain in front of everyone.” Josh’s eyes narrowed, and he straightened his back, staring at Kira in shock. She had believed him too fast, knowing that Alaric was capable of this, and in her eyes, it seemed like she had seen it coming and braced herself a long time ago for it.It seemed like he wa

In the capital. Damien of the federal council made his way into a building, one that stood in the middle of the capital. The building had a crazy reputation and was popularly called the house of sharks. Damien was immediately assaulted with a heavy stench of something that he couldn’t quite place his hands on.He found himself asking if that smell was to put fear in whoever was making their way in. If that was the purpose, then it is sure going to work on a group of people but not him. The moment he pushed open the door, the room was filled with silence, everyone was already facing the door like they had been expecting him and had noticed the moment he stepped close to the building and made it into the hallway.The people inside all had mean faces, and judging from their build, one could tell that they were all killers. Not just like every other normal beast tamer that kills magical beasts in the secret realm and demons. This group of people specialized in something else, killing an

“Master,” Elena called softly for the third time, but it seemed like her calls were all falling on deaf ears, her master wasn’t hearing her at all.She decided to make a move and climbed onto the body of the beast, grabbing her master’s hand the moment he lifted it to land another punch. Feeling a contact on his skin, Alaric’s head jerked towards his beast, and his hardened gaze softened, although slowly, his tightened fist also opened up slowly. Noticing these changes, Elena decided to let go of his hand, and then she said to him softly, “The beast had been dead a while ago.” Alaric looked down, and truly, the beast had been dead a long time ago. He was staring at mangled flesh, and he could see the bones protruding also, some of it had been broken. He moved his gaze to his hands, which were heavily covered in blood, and on turning his hands around, he noticed that the skin around his knuckles had been torn, but they were healing right in front of his eyes. That was another intere

Day one in the secret realm hadn’t turned out the way Alaric had planned. His intention was to battle with just one beast or maybe two, he hadn’t expected to come across four and actually engage three, which had led to his victory, but the first one had demanded way too much from him. He had barely survived that fight. Across the battles, he had noticed that he was beginning to learn how to activate that power of his, but the issue was that he always ended up losing control all the time and doing things he wouldn’t have done in his rational sense, like still hitting an already dead beast or attempting to eat a beast raw without roasting or seasoning it. The only time he hadn’t lost himself was when he was against the fox-like creature, and that was simply because the fight hadn’t drawn out long enough to draw out that part of him. He didn’t come across any place he could use as a shelter, so the best he could do was to sleep close to a tree with a weak branch that seemed like it wou