Novels by Ebi Bens

The chamber was silent, the air thick with the remnants of the Curseweaver’s dark magic. Kael stood before the altar, the Eclipse Amulet glowing brightly in his hands. The runes on the altar had faded, their light extinguished, but the amulet’s power still pulsed, a steady rhythm that matched the beating of his heart.Elara and Thorne approached, their weapons lowered but their expressions wary. Elara’s daggers were still gripped tightly, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. Thorne’s sword hung at his side, his face etched with exhaustion but also determination.“Is it over?” Elara asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Kael shook his head, his gaze fixed on the amulet. “Not yet. The curse is still tied to the eclipse. We need to finish this.”Thorne placed a hand on Kael’s shoulder, his grip firm. “Then let’s go. The eclipse will begin soon.”They left the chamber, the fortress eerily quiet around them. The shadow creatures were gone, their forms dissipated along w

The fortress was a labyrinth of shadows, its corridors twisting and turning like the veins of some ancient beast. Kael, Elara, and Thorne moved silently, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of dust covering the floor. The air was heavy with the scent of decay, and the walls seemed to pulse faintly, as if alive.Kael clutched the Eclipse Amulet tightly, its glow casting a faint light on their path. The weight of the curse pressed down on him, a constant reminder of what was at stake. He could feel the Curseweaver’s presence, a malevolent force lurking just beyond the edge of his awareness.Elara glanced at him, her voice barely a whisper. “You okay?”Kael nodded, though his heart was racing. “Just… stay close.”Thorne led the way, his sword drawn and his eyes scanning the shadows. “We need to find the central chamber. That’s where the Curseweaver will be.”As they moved deeper into the fortress, the air grew colder, and the walls seemed to close in around them. Strange symbols w

The resistance camp buzzed with activity as Kael, Elara, and Thorne settled in. Tents were pitched, weapons sharpened, and strategies discussed. The air was thick with anticipation, but also fear. Everyone knew what was at stake—the fate of Lythoria rested on their shoulders.Kael sat by a crackling fire, the Eclipse Amulet resting in his hands. Its glow was steady now, a reminder of the power it held. He turned it over, studying the intricate carvings of stars and moons. The weight of his ancestors’ legacy pressed heavily on him, but he couldn’t afford to falter. Not now.Elara plopped down beside him, tossing a dagger into the air and catching it effortlessly. “Nervous?”Kael shrugged. “A little. This is it. If we fail…”“We won’t,” Elara said firmly. “You’ve got the amulet, and you’ve got us. That’s more than the Curseweaver’s got.”Thorne joined them, his expression serious. “Aria’s scouts have reported movement near the Curseweaver’s stronghold. He’s gathering his forces. We need

The boat rocked gently as they rowed away from the collapsing Sunken Citadel, the amulet’s glow casting a soft light over the dark water. Kael sat in silence, the weight of the amulet heavy in his hands. The visions he had seen still lingered in his mind—the fall of Lythoria, the sacrifices of his ancestors, and the looming shadow of the Curseweaver.Elara broke the silence. “So, what’s the plan? We’ve got the amulet, but how do we use it to break the curse?”Kael glanced at the amulet, its crescent moon and stars shimmering faintly. “The Lake Witch said the amulet’s power can only be unleashed during an eclipse. The next one is in three days.”Thorne, who had been quietly rowing, spoke up. “That gives us time to prepare. But we’ll need allies. The Curseweaver won’t go down easily.”Elara raised an eyebrow. “Allies? Like who? Everyone in Lythoria’s either dead, cursed, or hiding.”Thorne’s expression darkened. “Not everyone. There are still pockets of resistance—people who’ve been fig

The island was small but dense, its center dominated by a crumbling stone archway covered in moss and vines. Beyond the archway, the ground sloped downward, leading to a massive structure half-submerged in the lake. The Sunken Citadel.Kael stared at the ancient fortress, its towers rising like broken teeth from the water. The shard in his satchel pulsed brighter, as if urging him forward. “This is it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “The amulet must be inside.”Elara crossed her arms, her expression wary. “Of course it’s in the creepy, half-drowned castle. Why wouldn’t it be?”Thorne stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “The Lake Witch said the trials would get harder. We need to be ready for anything.”Kael nodded, his grip tightening on his sword. “Let’s go.”They made their way down the slope, the ground growing softer and wetter as they approached the citadel. The air was thick with the smell of stagnant water and decay, and the silence was unne

The forest grew quieter as Kael and Elara continued their journey, the glowing shard in Kael’s satchel casting a faint light on the path ahead. The trees seemed less oppressive now, their branches no longer reaching like claws. Still, Kael couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched.Elara broke the silence. “So, what’s the plan? We’ve got this shard, but where does it lead?”Kael pulled out the shard, holding it up to the light. It pulsed faintly, as if responding to his touch. “I think it’s guiding us. The voice in the forest said it would lead us to the next trial.”Elara frowned. “Great. More trials. Can’t we just skip to the part where we find the amulet and break the curse?”“I wish it were that easy,” Kael said, tucking the shard back into his satchel. “But if the stories are true, the amulet’s hidden in the Sunken Citadel. And to get there, we’ll need to pass whatever tests the forest throws at us.”Elara sighed. “Fine. But if we run into any more shadow monsters,