Novels by MKmanyr

The room was heavy with tension. The air thick, as if the walls themselves could sense the finality of what was about to unfold. Austin stood at the center of the secret basement, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the people who had stood by him, helped him build this empire. The Blake family Elders, Senator Hayes, Farhan, and the others—his closest allies—were all gathered, eyes filled with something more than just respect.It was the weight of a journey, a history, and an unspoken understanding that this chapter was closing."Well, it’s time," Austin said, his voice calm but edged with determination. His words hung in the air for a moment before they sank into the hearts of those around him. Farhan stood beside him, arms crossed, his usual bravado replaced with a quiet, contemplative air. The years had changed them both. They had grown older, more thoughtful, more burdened by the responsibilities they’d carried for so long. Yet their connection remained unshaken. The bond of

The whiskey glass in Austin's hand was half empty, the amber liquid swirling around as he tapped his fingers lightly against the rim. His mind, sharp as ever, wasn't focused on the business of the day. Instead, it was on the conversation that had been simmering in his mind for weeks now. Across from him sat Farhan Maleq and James, two of the few men who had stuck by him through thick and thin, who had seen him rise and fall, and now, who were part of the very foundation he had built. They weren’t just allies anymore; they were family.Farhan leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze fixed on Austin. The years had changed him, just as they had changed Austin, but there was a familiarity in the air. It was the kind of silence you could only share with people who had seen you at your worst and still stuck around. The weight of the world they’d carried together was too much for just words to explain.James, ever the quiet one, was staring into his glass, eyes unfocused but filled with a k

The room buzzed with quiet murmurs and soft laughter, a stark contrast to the bloody chaos of just a few years ago. The grand hall of the Blake estate was draped in gold and white, the colors of celebration and unity. Every corner of the room radiated opulence, a testament to the new world order that Austin had built with his iron will. Emma sat in an intricately carved chair at the center of the stage, her face glowing with a mixture of pride and exhaustion. The twins lay in her arms, swaddled in soft fabrics that probably cost more than the average person’s yearly salary. Austin stood next to her, his towering frame exuding authority even as his gaze softened every time it flickered to the babies. The crowd of global elites, Mafia heads, and influential dignitaries stood below, glasses raised in celebration. Farhan, representing the El Maleq, stepped forward to speak. “To the future of our world,” he began, his voice smooth and commanding. “And to the two children who symbol

Austin sat at the head of the table, his presence alone silencing the murmurs that rippled through the room. Representatives from the El Maleq family, the Shadow Council, and other former Mafia factions filled the massive conference hall. Farhan stood to his right, his gaze sharp and unreadable, while Senator Hayes leaned back in his chair, his face set in an expression of calm calculation. "This isn’t a negotiation," Austin said, his voice low but carrying. "This is a reality check. The days of fractured territories and petty rivalries are over. From now on, the Blake family is at the center, and I lead the world. Anyone who can’t live with that is free to leave—preferably without causing a scene." Farhan smirked slightly, but his eyes scanned the room for any signs of dissent. The silence was heavy, the weight of Austin’s words pressing down on everyone present. Senator Hayes finally spoke, his voice measured. "No one’s questioning your power, Austin. But centralizing everyth

Austin sat at the edge of a conference table in the Blake family’s main office. The room was packed with faces that wore varying levels of exhaustion and wariness, but none could deny the determination etched into their features. Farhan leaned back in his chair, flipping a pen between his fingers, while Emma sat opposite Austin, scanning through a list of proposed actions. “The loot from the war,” Emma began, her tone sharp and deliberate, “is more than enough to compensate every major city affected by the fighting. But if we’re not careful, this could spiral into another power struggle.” Austin exhaled slowly, his hands resting on the table. “No more power struggles,” he said firmly. “We’ve had enough bloodshed. The loot is going to rebuild, educate, and unite. Anyone who tries to hoard it or weaponize it is going to wish they hadn’t.” Farhan chuckled, though there was no humor in it. “You’re asking wolves to stop hunting, mate. They’ll need more than a warning.” “They’ll ge

The war was over, but the silence it left in its wake was deafening. Cities that had been battlegrounds now bore the scars of Austin’s conquest: shattered buildings, scorched earth, and a populace weary of the bloodshed. Yet amidst the rubble, a new world was being forged. Austin had no intention of letting the old order crawl back from the ashes. The grand hall of the Blake family’s headquarters buzzed with activity. Delegates from the former Mafia factions sat stiffly around the long table, their postures wary. Some still bore the bruises and cuts from their recent battles, their pride as battered as their bodies. Austin entered without ceremony, his presence demanding silence. Dressed in a sharp black suit, his gaze swept over the room. He didn’t need to speak for the tension to settle like a weight on everyone’s shoulders. “We’ve spent decades clawing at each other’s throats,” he began, his voice sharp, cutting through the room. “For what? Territory? Power? Pride? And where

Author's AnnouncementHello everyone your humble author here. I hope you're doing great. I'm really grateful for the consistent support you all showed me. This book has been rewritten, and modified and it's joining the WSA 2023 contest on webnovel .I'm very sorry for the abrupt change, but the situation calls for it. I promise to deliver a great masterpiece, so I hope y'all really hang on. The title is Ascension of the strongest warlock.I wish y'all check it out, add to your library, and show me massive support. it's also worth mentioning that you read the first three chapters again. I'm a newbie author and your support might take me to the top. Thank you. I hope you'll check it out. Thanks

Author's AnnouncementHello everyone your humble author here. I hope you're doing great. I'm really grateful for the consistent support you all showed me. This book has been rewritten, and modified and it's joining the WSA 2023 contest on webnovel .I'm very sorry for the abrupt change, but the situation calls for it. I promise to deliver a great masterpiece, so I hope y'all really hang on. The title is Ascension of the strongest warlock.I wish y'all check it out, add to your library, and show me massive support. it's also worth mentioning that you read the first three chapters again. I'm a newbie author and your support might take me to the top. Thank you.

The red salamander, from the little knowledge, that Jerouch had garnered in the library, was a creature of the fire element. They lived in hot regions, such as extremely scorching deserts or terrains near active volcanoes. Some red salamanders that ranked higher even lived inside volcanoes. From the mana fluctuation of the red salamander, he could tell that it was a D rank monster. '' Lightning bolt. ''Jerouch called out softly. The bright sky suddenly turned cloudy with flashes of lightning and then…A thick bolt of lightning zapped down and hit the red salamander in its head. '' Scrchh. '' The red salamander winced in pain as it lost the forward momentum. A large hole was created in its head and the smell of burnt flesh reached everyone's nose in a couple of seconds. Not waiting for the red salamander to recover, Jerouch activated one water bullet that shot at Bram. The water bullet hit him in the stomach, and he was sent flying amidst his agonized groan. The other guys who

Katcha!The sound of a pen breaking suddenly resounded in the well-lit study room. '' They came back unscathed? '' asked the man sitting on the stylish wooden chair, his hands banging the rectangular table. '' Y-yes, leader,'' answered an old butler, his voice stricken with fear, and his body wouldn't stop shaking. The old butler was in a poor quality grey robe that matched his short grey hair and a long beard that grew down to his chest. As for the leader, he was adorned in a blue robe that felt smooth to the touch. He had short raven hair with a clean-shaven face. His thin eyes further constricted in anger and his light-brown face twisted in displeasure. '' What's the meaning of this? Didn't we settle those crazy hounds? '' his gaze landed on the old butler, demanding an answer. '' I also don't have enough information leader,'' the old butler replied, '' however- ''The leader's eyebrows perked up as the old butler drew closer, unwrapping a letter. The leader received the

The city's library was Jerouch's first target. Even though he had spent approximately two decades in this world, he still knew little about it. He didn't even know where the slave house was, and the only he knew about his birthplace was that it was somewhere close to the royal capital. As for the information regarding warlocks, that too was superficial. After taking a few turns just as Azel described, he eventually got to the end of a street, where he saw the library. The library was two storeys building. It was made from grey mudstones and the roofing came from brown thorny plants. This part of the street was dry and scantly, and it took no genius to realize that people rarely tread this place. Jerouch glanced at the few houses around him before heading forward to the library entrance. Opening the wooden door, Jerouch entered, and the smell of tobacco was what rushed through his nose. The library was not dirty, but it wasn't clean either. one orb sparingly lit the inside. Ho

A tall wall stood erect before Jerouch. It was made of thick stones and a thick arch-like metal gate. There was a tower on top of the gate where the city guards in brown uniforms and rusty breastplates observed the to-and-fro movements of the peopleA muddy ditch, several meters wide, surrounded the bottom of the wall. Only by the small bridge that connected to the gate could someone enter. Unless for those that could fly of course, and as for that, there were cannons that pointed upwards from the top of the wall. Jerouch stood there for a while looking carried away with the structure. He walked with Azel's group as they proceeded forward along with others. The city gate was crowdy and noise came from all directions as people discussed the usuals and the tremor they felt earlier in the day. '' Did you see when the tremor uprooted a large tree? '''' And then bang! '' A man who seemed to be half drunk clapped his hands startling his listeners. '' Could it be a territorial battl

Antonio watched as Alessio and Jasmin got tossed out of his mansion like dirty rags. His eyes, hiding dozens of thoughts that spammed his head.''Hey, Elvie.'' He spoke into the phone as he headed back to his bedroom.''Baby.'' Elvie's high-pitched voice that beamed with excitement rang in Antonio's ears.However, his expression didn't drop, his face remained placid, already accustomed to Elvie's crazed behaviour.''What do you think of parking some billions of dollars in one sweep,'' Antonio smirked, an evil grin plastered on his face.''I can't see you right now, but I can guess the fiendish look on your face, he-he.'' Elvie giggled. ''So tell me, who got in your black book this time around?'' ''Long clients who had stayed in my black book for way too long, and now need to be dealt with.'' Antonio shrugged, sipping from the cup of espresso in his left hand.''Uh, you mean…''''Yes.'' Antonio nodded.''Everything is yours, not interested in what I've left in the past anyway.'' He em

''Sir, some people are seeking your audience outside.'' A maidservant in a brown gown and a furry coat announced, staying outside Antonio's bedroom.''Who are they?'' Antonio asked, his body curled up in bed.''One Mr and Mrs Lopez.'' The maidservant answered with a bow, even though Antonio couldn't see her from the inside.''Lopez?'' Antonio knitted his eyes, his face momentarily flaming up before bursting into soft laughter.''Fine…'' He twisted his waist, still on the bed. ''Let them wait at the courtyard.''''Yes sir.'' The maidservant replied with another bow, before walking away.Inside the bedroom, Antonio revealed a mischievous grin, smacking his lips in amusement.'So Alessio and Jasmin are finally here?' He thought, smirking.A few days had passed since he contacted Adams. A few days of peace and silence when he didn't have to bother about anything urgently. He knew that Alessio and Jasmin at some point would come back to him, and he had been staying indoors in patience, wa

The warm incandescence that shone from the chandelier filled the large room with colours, a stark contrast to the gloomy greyish atmosphere outside.Jasmine paced from one corner of the room to another, her fists clenched, as she let out low curses occasionally.''They still won't explain the reason for their abrupt contract termination, huh?'' she shrieked.''Calm down woman,'' Alessio muttered from one corner of the room, as his fingers swiped across the keyboards.Their business had been flourishing as they expected, until their contractors and major suppliers sent an email this morning, informing them on how they'd not be able to continue business with them.Yet, all their efforts to get back to them have all proven useless. ''What do you think will happen?'' Jasmin asked, her fingers clutching her black bodycon.''I have no idea.'' Alessio furrowed his eyes, his gaze still on the screen.''D-do you think we should sell the business, and you know…'' Jasmin murmured, dragging her

The hot water from the shower drizzled down Antonio's body, relaxing every timy muscles in his body.Turning off the knob, he grabbed his towel, leaving the bathroom which exploded quth steam as he entered the master room.He had returned to his mansion here in the States, and he couldn't wait to have some cozy moments to himself.'What a hectic life are we living.' Anyone sighed, changing into a thick,white pyjamas before sinking into the bed.Right now, all he wanted was sleep, as every part of him screamed fatigue, and since he didn't haveany matter lf urgency at tge moment, he might as well sleep like a free man.'Um, well… in a real sense I'm a free man.' Antonolet out a wry smile,his eye lids already gumming to each other.However, in the middle of his grogginess, his phone buzzed which made him hiss.'Who again?' He murmured with his eyes closed while crawling on the bed.Repeating whether he should check the phone now or just drop everything and have a peaceful sleep, Antonio

The call ended with a beep as Antonio slid the phone back to his pocket.Phew.He sighed, his head tilted to the right as his eyes gazed through the window lost in thought.Silence enveloped him and the driver, the occasional horns, breaking the solemm mood.Antonio had not dropped his phone for more than a few seconds when Elvie's call came in, making him narrow his eyes, knowing that he wasn't expecting her call today.''Baby.'' Her shrikked voice ramg in his ears, making him contort his face.''What is it?'' he asked, ignoring Elvie's antics.''Hmph… can't I call because I miss your voice?'' she asked, making a fake angry tone.''Elvie what is it.'' Antonio snapped, his forehead creasing in annoyance.The conversation with Diego had already made him on edge, and her antics just felt overly jarring right now.Realizing that Antonio was probably not in the mood for some random chit chat, Elvie also fell silent, letting out a soft aigh before proceeding to speak.''I detected a malwar

The beautiful snow that came with sunset fell on Antonio's boots, and grey tuxedo, as he stepped outside of the hideout.His eyes looked into the distance, lost in reverie, as he recalled some lf the things that teanspired these past few days.As he walked towards his car, the man that came with him tagged along, opening the umbrella to shield Antonio but the kattwr waved his hand, gesturing for him to not bother.Tap!Tap!Antonio's boots sank in the snow filked ground, allowing the cold breeze to hraze his skin, alomg with the dryness of winter that rushed through his nostrils.Nearing a few inches away from the black limousine, the back door opened automatically, allowing him to enter, sinking into the back seat.Closing the door, his bodyguard entered the front seat, igniting the cat as he pressed the accelerator, speeding off the snowy road.Ring!Antonio's personal line buzzed,making him narrow his eyes, knowing that only few people had access to it.Glancing at the screen, the