Drakonous

"You have all the power in the world. The money, the strength, the charm. But what does it matter, when you are fated to a life of eternal misery? To repeatedly live a loveless life? Wherein everyone - and everything - you love dies and fades away with time?"


 For as long as Jason can remember, he has been a killer. Raised as a child soldier, he was trained in the arts of murder as a mercenary, an assassin, and a bodyguard. In short, his life was anything but dull. Yet his greatest wish was to live a normal life, date a normal girl, have a moment to breathe and relax. His wish was to be a normal boy, no, a real boy and not some weapon. But his thirst for strength led him to the path of both the scientifically psychic world and the mystically supernatural world.

 One day, he is entrusted to protect a young girl whose entire family was murdered. Two years after taking her as his sister, Jason tries to lead a life that's as normal as possible in the most technologically advanced city in the world, Sanctuary. However his newfound freedom is threatened when his past comes to haunt him, and his hunger to join the extraordinary life once more begins to consume him. As enemies from both the worlds of supernatural and science come crashing down upon him, Jason must make a choice, and choose which life he'd rather have. An uneventful, normal life. Or the life of the impossible, where dog eats dog, and only the strongest survive.


    "There are no good people or bad people. No heroes, no villains. Just people. People doing what they believe is right. From their perspective. Their experience. Their upbringing. Their nature. Their nurture. But there are monsters out there ... monsters who just want to watch the world burn. Wanna guess which one I am?"




Cover art commissioned by me and made by ArtofLariz from DeviantArt.

Warning: This is an 18+ novel with detailed violence and mature scenes.

Spoiler-not-a-spoiler: The story will eventually leave the urban fantasy setting and head into high fantasy. Because of this, supporting characters may be written out as the story progresses forward, so please don't get too attached.

(Possible side-effects to attachment may include crying in public and blaming ninjas, swearing out loud in a bus, smashing your pc's keyboard, or chucking your phone at the wall and almost hitting your mom. Readers discretion is advised)

Immortals: The Curse of Samsara

Alina walked into the living room without saying a word while Jason, with some hesitation, gestured at the door behind them which automatically closed at his response. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it without saying a word when he noticed Alina's inarticulateness. In fact, Jason observed, Alina had been wordless since they left the school grounds.


"What would you like for dinner?" Jason finally asked, casually attempting to break the distressing silence.


Alina turned to look at Jason, her prominent frown telling him how she felt when she spoke. 


"Why are you pretending? I know what you're going to do, Jason."


"Well, why ask the obvious? They're a threat, and they won't stop. They'll just target us when we're not near your school. No, not just us. Your friends too," Jason's words and cold eyes made Alina shudder. "Imagine what they might do to Asami or Emily, they're not as strong as you and Michelle. So, I'll deal with them, make sure they're never a threat." 


Jason headed to the kitchen as he spoke, opening the fridge and pulling out a marinated chicken, half-baked and surrounded with spiced potatoes. He unwrapped the plastic covering and placed it into the oven, which turned on automatically. Next, he took some fresh vegetables from the fridge and began chopping them to make a salad. Alina watched him for a moment before she decided to head upstairs and take a bath.


As she walked up the stairs, Alina was pondering on what Jason had said. She knew he was right: people like those idiots wouldn't stop and they'd try to get revenge. But what truly made her helpless was the fact that Jason was planning to fight them alone.


If only I could help him carry that burden, she thought, as she entered the bathroom and started to undress. But he'll never let me, he's willing to train me but he refuses to let me fight with him.


By the time Alina finished with her long bath and returned downstairs, Jason was setting the table. The aroma of the dishes on the table was tantalizing. There were buttered buns, green salad, and herb-roasted chicken with potatoes. Finally, a bottle of coke and two large slices of cherry cheesecake. She swallowed her saliva with some effort but paused, surprised that he only set the table for only one.


"Have a good meal, make sure to eat at least some salad. Do your homework, and ... oh! Remember to go to bed early," Jason instructed as he took off his apron and started getting dressed.


"Wait, aren't you gonna eat before you go?" asked Alina as she sat down, her hands below the table tightened into fists.


"No, that'd make me queasy," he joked as he grabbed his leather jacket. "Don't worry, you already know I don't need to eat much. I'll be back soon."


With a kiss on her cheek, Jason left, closing the door behind him and Alina scowled as she stabbed her fork into a potato slice.


"That's not what I meant, dummy," she grumbled, stuffing her face with food in an attempt to alleviate her emotions.


Chapter 3.1