The King Of War Returns

The White prestigious Hotel

But Jaden’s eyes suddenly sharpened again—dark and unblinking.

“Then I’ll deal with Elder Dusk,” he said coldly. “And after that… the Thornfell family is next.”

With a single wave of his hands a sharp gust of energy swept through the area like an invisible sword smashing through the thugs killing them in an instant as their blood plastered everywhere. Paul was the only one spared-or at least for now.

His smirked vanished as blood ran through his face.

“This is all a misunderstanding please don't kill me, I'll do whatever you want I'll leave this place and never return. Please forgive me.” He pleaded as he bowed his head towards Jaden's feet.

“Forgiveness? The King of War shows no mercy to anyone that disrespects him!”

“The…are you the king of war?” Paul stammered, he'd heard stories of the legendary king of war who stopped the war and the savior of Karethwyn.

“No you're bluffing, you can't be the…”

Before he could finish his statement with a single swipe Jaden made his head explode.

The soldiers were still working as instructed.

Suddenly one of them soldiers walked to Jaden. “My king, as you instructed a piece of her ashes”

He handed over a golden Urn, it was wrapped at the top with a piece of red clothing that seemed to be stained with decayed blood.

“Thank you.” Jaden said as he took the Urn. The piece of cloth was the cloth his mother wore before she died that brutal way.

He placed it on the ground and wrapped it with a blanket before carrying it up and giving it to the man.

“Let's go pay Agatha a visit, today's her son's celebration. I'll make sure Agatha eats this ashes!”

The man followed Jaden as they entered into one of the cars and zoomed off.

–The White's prestigious Hotel–

The White's hotel was among the top three most expensive hotels in Ravenmoor, only one percent of the one percent could afford such a place.

Jaden’s car arrived at the entrance. He stepped out taking a view at the hotel, he clearly remembered this place. This used to be where his mother's family house was, before Agatha demolished it and built her hotel on the land. Not only did she take his mother's life, she also took her home.

“My king, I can take care of these people you don't need to step in.” The man escorting Jaden said. He's Drax, a powerful warrior personally trained by Jaden, he alone could single-handedly kill hundred men.

Jaden replied. “No, go back to check on the grave, I'll handle this myself.” He said as he took the Urn from him.

He strode toward the banquet hall. Inside, the wealthy mingled beneath golden chandeliers, and elegantly dressed women filled the room. It was truly a venue for elites and prestigious families.

All eyes turned as Jaden entered. Tall. Striking. Dangerous.

“Who is that?”

“He looks powerful… and loaded.”

“He’s mine tonight,” one woman whispered, licking her lips. “You can tell he knows how to handle a woman.”

But Jaden ignored them all. He walked straight to an empty table, slammed the urn down with a loud thud, and sat. He poured himself a glass of red wine, calm as ever.

“He’s so cool,” a girl sighed. “I’ve never seen anyone like him in Ravenmoor.”

“My prince charming,” another whispered dreamily.

Security was quick to respond. Their leader, Xavier, approached with a frown.

“Sir, this is a private event,” he said firmly. “Invitation only.”

Jaden didn’t respond. Didn’t even glance at him.

“I said, everyone needs an invitation and a gift to be allowed in. You barge in here, drink our wine like this is your father’s lounge, and you think that’s fine?”

Xavier pointed at the wrapped item on the table. “And what’s that? We need to inspect it.”

He reached for it.

Jaden grabbed his wrist and crushed it with a single squeeze.

“You’re not worthy to touch that,” he said coldly.

“Aaagh! My hand—!”