The King Of War Returns

Return of the King of War

At an abandoned graveyard, a tall figure stood silently before a tombstone. The original name had been scraped off, crudely replaced with one chilling word: Madwoman.

He had a strong jawline, piercing brown eyes, and a powerful posture. Dressed in a long black coat, he stood unmoving as the evening wind swept through his hair.

“Mom... I’ve returned,” he whispered.

Ten years ago, Jaden’s father had thrown his mother, him, and his little sister out of the house after falling for another woman. It was a cold, rainy night.

His mother had cried, begging at the gate, “Please... they’re your children. Let them in.”

But the man turned his back. The gate stayed shut.

With no other choice, his mother carried both children through the storm to the streets. They ended up in a shelter, where they were attacked by a thug. She fought him off to protect her kids, getting hurt in the process.

From that day on, life became hell.

Jaden had believed they’d survive—just the three of them—until one afternoon at school, he got a call from his mother.

“Jaden... I’m sorry. Please protect your sister... and leave Ravenmoor. Never come back.”

That was the last thing she ever said.

She was forced to jump off a high-rise building. Her body was found in a pool of blood. Jaden ran home to find her lifeless form—and his little sister Julie, crying beside her.

“I’m scared, Jaden... I want Mom.”

Julie was ten. Jaden was fourteen. From then on, he became her shield. Bullied, hungry, and broken, he fought to provide for her.

But the people who drove his mother to death weren’t done yet.

One night, a man came at them with a blood stained dagger. Jaden thought it was over—until a mysterious stranger appeared. He killed the attacker in a flash and looked Jaden in the eye.

“Come with me, child.”

Ten years passed.

The country was invaded by a neighboring force. One border post after another fell. Karethwyn’s defense was crushed, its soldiers slaughtered. All hope seems lost.

Until a single soldier charged into the battlefield.

Jaden Rift.

The King of War.

He fought thousands single-handedly, tearing through enemy ranks like a storm. His wrath saved the nation. But before anyone could learn who he truly was, he vanished.

Now, he’s back—stronger than ever.

And he’s not here for mercy.

“It’s been ten years since my father threw us out,” Jaden growled, his fists clenched tight. “I’ve been bullied, humiliated, and cast aside.”

He looked toward the city beyond the graveyard.

“But now... the King of War has returned to Ravenmoor. And I will make it tremble.”

Suddenly, five men walked into the cemetery, their boots crunching over gravel.

“Hey! Are you blind or just stupid?” one of them barked. “Did no one tell you this is a restricted area?”

They moved closer, grinning as if they owned the place.

“What a coincidence,” another added. “Miss Agatha sent us to finish the job today—scrape off this woman's name and carve Madwoman on her tombstone. And look at that, we’ve got our first admirer.”

He chuckled. “What do you think, buddy? Nice work, huh?”

Jaden’s fists clenched at the sound of that name.

Agatha White... Mom’s ex-best friend.

She used to be like family—his mother’s closest companion. But then a man came between them. A wealthy heir from the Thornfell family took interest in Jaden’s mother, even knowing she had two kids. But she rejected him—she had no interest in love or men anymore.

Unfortunately, Agatha had her eyes on the same man.

But when she tried to shoot her shot, he casted her away.

When he chose Jaden’s mom over her, Agatha snapped. She held a grudge ever since.

The White family ran a real estate empire, and Agatha used that power to destroy them—she had Jaden’s childhood home demolished, forcing them onto the streets.

But that wasn’t enough.

She sent threats. Promised to hurt Jaden and his sister. And when the pressure broke his mother, she jumped off a building—hoping Agatha would spare her kids.

She didn’t.

Agatha sent a killer after them, but they were saved by that stranger that night.

Still not satisfied, Agatha declared that no one was allowed to mourn at Jaden’s mother’s grave. She fenced it off. Hired thugs to guard it. She even labeled her a madwoman.

“She’s a cruel, heartless bitch,” Jaden muttered through gritted teeth.

The men stood in front of him now, some holding shovels and tools.

“Move it,” one said. “Today marks ten years since the madwoman kicked the bucket. Miss Agatha wants the tomb redone—this time, with Madwoman carved nice and big.”

Jaden said nothing.

Another stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. “We’re talking to you, punk. Move, or I’ll beat the shit out of you.”