The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 50

Jaden stood alone in the center of the room, his back straight, eyes burning like coals. All around him, Rafael’s men formed a loose circle, fingers twitching over their triggers, their nerves stretched thin.

The silence was unbearable. The air itself felt heavy, thick with tension. The sound of someone breathing too hard, another man swallowing his fear—it all rang loud in the stillness.

Rafael sat on his throne of leather and gold, leaning forward with a wicked grin.

“Well?” he said, his voice oily. “Shoot him!”

No one moved. They were all too scared after witnessing Jaden brutally killed two men with one hit.

"This guy is not human."

Jaden tilted his head slightly, his cold gaze sweeping across the room like a blade. He took one step to the side, then another. He started to circle slowly—like a lion, calm, unhurried, choosing which gazelle to kill first.

One of the men, young and trembling, couldn’t take the pressure. His hands were slick with sweat. “Shoot him already!” he barked, raising his rifle—but his voice cracked, betraying his fear.

Jaden didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His eyes said enough: You’re already dead.

Then—click.

Jaden’s hand dipped into his side pocket and in a single fluid motion, he rolled a small capsule across the floor.

Tsssskkk! BOOM!

A flash of white light exploded with a loud bang, followed by thick clouds of smoke flooding the room.

Panic.

Gunfire exploded in every direction. The men shouted over each other, some firing blindly, others coughing and stumbling. Someone screamed as a bullet tore into the wrong man. Another dropped to the floor, convulsing in pain. Total chaos.

And Jaden… vanished.

From the smoke came a sharp crack!—a neck snapped. Then another.

A figure lunged from the mist toward the door—only to be grabbed from behind and dragged into the fog, his scream cut short.

CRUNCH!

A skull shattered against a steel pipe. Blood sprayed across the floor.

“Where is he?!”

“I can’t see—!”

The floor was littered with bodies.

Rafael made a break for the back exit, running like a rat through the side corridor. His boots skidded on blood as he turned the corner.

But—

WHOOSH!

A hand grabbed his collar mid-stride.

“No—!”

Jaden yanked him back like a sack of garbage and hurled him across the room.

CRAAASSHH!!

Rafael crashed into his ornate throne—shattering it into splinters. He lay there groaning, his arm bent the wrong way.

Jaden walked toward him, slow, heavy steps echoing through the now-silent room. He looked down at the broken man beneath him.

“I told you…” Jaden’s voice was low, final. “No one leaves here alive.”