Novels by Abu Ulfah

"Don't move," a voice whispered from behind Nova. Cold. Close. Too close.Nova froze. Her breath hitched.Ucok, who was standing not far away, reflexively raised his hands. "If this is some kind of roleplay, please count me out. I'm just a martabak delivery guy."Rizal and Maya immediately drew their weapons, but it was too late. From the shadows, Vano appeared—with a thin smile and a gun in his hand. His clothes were black, his body thin but taut like steel wire. A gunshot wound scar on his chest was faintly visible beneath his shirt. But his eyes... they weren't ordinary human eyes."Long time no see, darling," he said, looking at Nova.Nova gritted her teeth. "You should be dead."Vano smirked. "And you should have forgotten me."Ucok whispered to Rizal, "Bro, this isn't a reunion, it's a bloody soap opera. Just waiting for the melancholic soundtrack."Vano moved closer, his weapon still aimed. "I'll give you two choices: come with me... or I kill your friends one by one."Rizal st

BOOOOOM!!!Don Asmara's warehouse roof was thrown off like a serving hood tossed by an angry grandma. Flames licked the night sky, reflecting red shadows on the faces of Rizal, Nova, Maya, and Ucok, who were thrown sprawling from the explosion—and then landed on... a vegetable truck.Ucok shrieked, "WHY ARE THERE ALWAYS VEGETABLES IN CRUCIAL MOMENTS?!"Cabbages flew everywhere. Carrots hurtled towards Nova, who instinctively threw them back. Maya coughed, then lifted her head, "Rizal... you... you're insane."Rizal sat up, his face covered in celery leaves. "We're alive, right?"Ucok raised a hand full of spinach. "Technically, yes. In terms of self-esteem... it feels like it's passed away."In the distance, sirens wailed. The fire was still burning, but the building—and the briefcase—were destroyed.Mission accomplished.Or... so they thought.The vegetable truck actually belonged to Pak Rahmat, a cross-city fried spring roll delivery man, who, after yelling at the sight of his stowa

“So, let me reiterate one more time…” Ucok looked at his three friends while wearing a construction helmet he’d somehow acquired, “…our plan is to infiltrate the most ruthless mafia boss’s warehouse in the north, steal a mysterious suitcase, and get out alive. No backup plan. No reinforcements. No snacks.”Nova sighed. “And no more corny jokes, please.”Ucok grinned proudly. “My jokes are precisely what’s keeping us sane in all this.”Rizal, who was fiddling with a small drone in his hands, stared at the old building in front of them. The warehouse stood like an iron monster, lurking. Surrounded by a high fence, surveillance cameras, and three pickup trucks guarded by armed men. Even from a distance, the place reeked of blood and extortion.“We don’t have much time. So we need to get in, grab the suitcase, and get out before they realize,” Rizal said, pressing a button—his drone began to fly low, scouting from above.Maya nodded. “If anything goes wrong…”“…we’ll pretend to be constru

The lights went out.Footsteps echoed.Ucok immediately dove behind an old lathe machine. "I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR LIFE INSURANCE FOR THIS CHAPTER, HEY!"Nova, Maya, and Rizal instantly went into fighting stance. The sound of a creaking iron door came from behind, followed by heavy footsteps and the clinking of metal... the sound of combat boots.Five people entered. All armed. Black uniforms. No insignia. Faces as flat as if their holiday bonuses were rejected.And the one in front? Someone they never expected to appear so soon.Kaspar.In a long leather coat, a cigarette in his lips, and a cynical smile, he stood amidst the smoke, as if he had just descended from hell using the VIP elevator."The hide-and-seek is over, kids," he said. "Time for a serious talk. No codes. No tricks."Ucok whispered, "Seriously, this guy enters every room like he's filming a movie. Can't he ever use a normal door?"Kaspar stared sharply at Rizal. "You know, I wanted to believe you were just stupid. But no

The eye blinked again.Ucok, who had just been mentally opening an Indomaret convenience store to escape his criminal life, now stood frozen. “Bro… the eye BLINKED. Not just alive, but like it’s challenging me to a staring contest!”Rizal moved closer, his eyes narrowing. “That’s not normal technology. This isn’t a camera. This is… biological.”Nova murmured, almost as if whispering a prayer, “I know that eye.”Ucok immediately jumped back. “DON’T TELL ME THAT’S RIAN’S EYE!”Nova shook her head slowly. “Worse than that.”Maya looked at her suspiciously. “Nova, we need honesty now. All this weirdness… Kaspar, Rian, this package. We have to know what’s really going on.”Nova looked at them one by one, then sat down slowly.“I once heard about experiments. A secret project from a shadowy group that even the criminal underworld was afraid to mention. They created hybrid technology… a mix of biotechnology and mind control.”Ucok slapped his forehead. “Okay, cool. Now we’re not just the maf

The figure stood in the doorway, framed by the red glow of the still-flickering emergency alarm.His black suit was neat, but his neck… his neck had clearly been slashed. A gaping wound that wasn't bleeding, but looked fresh. His eyes were empty, but on his lips… a smile.Nova backed away slowly, her spine hitting the wall.“He… that’s Rian. I saw him die myself. I was the one—” Her voice caught. “I was the one who shot him. In the head.”Ucok immediately turned his head. “AHEM. Can I make a suggestion? If he was dead before, and now he’s alive, that means ZOMBIE, right?!”Maya raised her weapon. “This isn’t the time for jokes, Ucok.”Ucok held up his hands. “I’M NOT JOKING. Look at his NECK. This is already Resident Evil level, not GTA!”Rizal pushed Nova behind him. “Everyone back. Now.”But it was too late. Rian stepped inside, and two burly figures followed from behind. They wore masks—creepy masks with red lines crossed over the eyes.Ucok glanced at Maya. “If we all die here, I

The torchlight of the newcomers momentarily illuminated the darkness before the terrifying silhouette lunged at Alina. SWOOSH! Time seemed to slow down. The pain in her shoulder felt numb, replaced by a primal instinct to survive. Her eyes narrowed, trying to find an opening in the creature's lightning-fast attack.But before the sharp claws reached her body, Seraphina, though wounded and staggering, moved with surprising speed. She shoved Alina aside roughly, her own body becoming a shield. THUD! A cry of pain once again shattered the night as the creature's claws tore through Seraphina's back. SRAAAK! AAAAAARGH!Alina stumbled to the ground, her breath caught in her throat. HOSH! She watched in horror as Seraphina collapsed, blood flowing from her wound. Seraphina's followers immediately swarmed the creature, their weapons drawn. SHING! A fierce battle erupted in the dark forest, the gleam of weapons clashing with the glowing red eyes of the beast. CLANG! CLANG! GRRR!Thomas, though

A searing violet light momentarily blinded everything in the forest. Darren and Alana staggered backward, their hands raised to shield their eyes. The monstrous creatures hissed angrily, their bodies visibly trembling under the impact of the mysterious energy. Sssshhh! Grrr!Alina herself felt a strange sensation coursing through her entire body. The power felt alien yet familiar, as if she had used it in a forgotten past. Vague memories of a glowing hand and the pained roars of enemies flickered through her mind. Wush! Aaaargh!When the light subsided, the forest looked slightly different. Several trees around Alina appeared blackened as if burned at their trunks. The creatures retreated a few steps, their red eyes showing a newfound wariness and fear."What... what was that?" Alana whispered, her voice trembling, staring at Alina in horror.Darren remained silent, his face ashen. The silver dagger in his hand seemed to vibrate. He looked at Alina as if seeing a ghost. Krrr..."Lyra.

Following Thomas through the secret door behind the bookshelf, Alina felt her heart pound. The narrow, dark passage felt cold and damp, the stuffy air carrying the scent of dust and decaying wood. Thomas's steps were firm but hurried, as if time was no longer on their side."This passage used to be used by the family to escape if there was danger," Thomas whispered without looking back. "Only a few know about it."Alina continued to follow, her mind in turmoil. If she was truly Lyra, why did Darren and Alana insist on calling her Alina? Why were they hiding her true identity? And what great secret was Darren hiding, which now felt increasingly real as this lie unraveled?The passage ended at a wooden door that was sturdier than the first. Thomas carefully opened it, revealing a spiral staircase descending steeply. The commotion from above grew louder, Seraphina's shouts and the sound of hurried footsteps echoing throughout the house."We have to be quick," urged Thomas, starting to de

The sound of knocking and shouting from outside the room shattered the tense silence. Darren and Alana exchanged anxious glances, leaving Alina frozen in place, still reeling from the awakening of her newfound power. The door creaked open, revealing an old man in a faded but neatly kept servant’s uniform. His wrinkled face bore the sharp gaze of someone who had seen too much.“Master Darren, Mistress Alana,” the servant said, his voice laced with concern. “There’s… an uninvited guest at the main gate.”Darren scoffed in irritation. “Who is it this time? We’re not in the mood for visitors.”“They insist on seeing the lady… one of the ladies,” the servant replied, his eyes flickering briefly to Alina with an unreadable expression.Alina felt the weight of his stare—it wasn’t just the respectful gaze of a servant to his master. There was caution there… maybe even recognition?“Tell them to leave,” Alana snapped. “We don’t have time for strangers.”“I tried, ma’am,” the old man replied, s

Alina tore through the jungle, her primal instincts guiding each step. Crack. Every broken twig, every whispering breeze carried a question. Her mind swirled, fragments of memory surging up like dark waves. Betrayal gnawed at her trust. A smoldering hatred burned in her soul.She reached the ruins of an ancient building, now blanketed in moss and tangled vines. The air hung thick with gloom. A chill crept down her spine.This is where you died, whispered a voice deep within her.Among the crumbling stones, shards of a mirror lay scattered across the mossy floor. Her heart pounded—thump-thump. Is this the broken mirror they spoke of?She picked up a piece. Its surface was foggy, coated with dust.The moment her fingers brushed the cold glass—zzzzzzt!—a surge of vision struck her. She saw herself, eyes glowing crimson, locked in a deadly gaze with another figure. Darren.Not with tenderness, but with hatred.He stabbed her.Not with fangs, but with a gleaming silver dagger under the moo

Darren’s bite felt like searing embers burrowing beneath Alina’s skin, spreading a sharp sting that made her shiver. Her breath hitched, vision blurring. She struggled with all her might, but Darren’s grip was unyielding. The world spun around her, and her body slowly lost balance.Then—“ENOUGH!”The voice thundered, piercing the silence of the cave like lightning tearing through a quiet night.From the shadows emerged a man cloaked in black. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and exuded a chilling aura that rippled through the air. His eyes glowed red like coals burning with ancient vengeance. Without a word, he raised one hand, and a surge of dark energy shot toward Darren—BOOOM!Darren was flung against the cave wall, groaning as his body collided with stone with a sickening THUD.But he rose quickly. Fury and hatred filled his eyes. “Who are you?!” he hissed, seething.The man smirked, his chuckle soft yet piercing. “I am the one who restores Alina’s destiny.”Darren sneered, bitter