Novels by Voldar

THE RATE AT which the flames poured out to the surrounding area, spiking the temperature from zero degrees to a range above boiling point. Each iceman close to them was on fire and melted from the heat that licked at them like they were in a furnace. “Run” Selene said. Most of the icemen obstructing their path were gone, but the spell was not strong enough to finish up all of them. Cyrus glanced at the body of Jude as they made their escape. The icemen were not chasing instead; they gathered Jude’s body. “What do they want to do?” Jude asked his teammates. Selene, who was leading, felt like dropping to the ground for a nap. Each of the team took a rest and watched. The ice men bent down and started ripping Jones apart, each one tore at his limbs and splattered his inside. Once they were done, they gathered the body while holding hands together. John’s eyes widened. A hand shot up from the ground and pulled the rest of its body out of the ground. Members of the teammates gasped. I

BANG, BANG, BANG Colbert fired backward without looking. They were all highly trained, so at their mad rush, they coordinated effectively. The force from the shot knocked four freed ice men to the ground, but they stood up, unharmed. Winced in a loud pitch that sounded like a horn and started dashing toward them. The sound of cracking ice tripled. “Three up ahead, behind the snow, on our right,” Hatie said. She was the medium in their team so her senses are higher than most. Cyrus didn't doubt her statement. “Shit,” Cyrus said. “Selene, do something about them. Bennie, back her up and Jude beeline for a car once we're clear. Ruth and Hatie follow him.” They all nodded and separated in a way that permitted them the ability to carry out the order. “Our guns are inefficient. I've tried all the bullet types we've in store. Sliver is useless. Iron only slows them down by a fraction.”Colbert stated while strapping in more iron bullets.“Everyone switch to iron!” Cyrus said. They a

Anderson and Cyrus, running side by side with six other armed men, made their way to a modified black hilux that sat on a pound of snow.“What's with the cold? I didn't know it's that time of the year.” Cyrus asked over the bizarre weather.“It isn't,” Anderson replied. “it just started to snow in this city two weeks ago at the time of her disappearance.”“It's Tyla.”“What?”“Her name is Tyla, the mother of my child.”“Oh,” Anderson said and relaxed into his seat. Cyrus glared at him. “ Sorry about that. Let's just say we're all on edge. Okay?”They passed a signboard that displayed a welcome sign. The name of the town and location were obscured in thick ice.“Where are we?”

Arnorld resisted with all his strength but his bones cracked and broke as Cyrus twisted his arm.Cyrus' legs dropped to the floor, the bones cracking but he did not feel the pain. He stood upright. Each step taken was bloody. His black eyes stared at Arnold's widened gaze.Arnold tried pulling his arm from Cyrus's grip but it did not move an inch. “You're possessed,” Arnold said. “How's that possible? What're you?”Cyrus ignored the question and kept staring.Arnold spinned the room and tilted the space but neither of them fell. Even upside down they stood unaffected.“You pest,” Arnold called and squeezed Cyrus' neck with his greatest strength. It did not bulge. Cyrus raised his good hand and broke off each finger on his neck; one by one. Arnold shrieked in fear.Cyrus laughed at Arnold's pain. The

A loud hiss vibrated in his head. He raised both hands halfway but paused to keep the hand holding the rabbit foot in front of him. Dangling in the air because the thought of bringing it closer made his skin crawl with revolt. “I command thee by the light that weaves all space, say your name!” Cyrus said. The room vibrated and rocked, making a few debris fall from the ceiling.The impact rocked the bed and Cyrus is forced to take a step toward the edge of the bed where a ghost with gray-black energy coursing through its body crouches at the edge of the salt barrier.The spirit, a man dripping black blood with the markings of a missing oxygen mask, grinned. Its nose was cut out in a way that the inner bone showed with a mouth that lacked several teeth. The grin forced the taste of bile to the surface of Cyrus's tongue. It was that disgusting.Arnorld,” it said, calling its own name. The word drifted into the air and settled. It reached out at lightning speed to grab Cyrus but an invi

At the north end of the Nirvana Delight's a black line stretched and weaved itself into the fabric of its building. It looked like extending veins. The faint sound of screams and the large scurry of footsteps came from outside the door. Cyrus who sat motionless in a meditative pose at the center of his bed to block all sound opened his eyes, he looked around his empty room till his eyes settled on the door.Cyrus reached into the black box and took out a golden crucifix which he wore on his neck. It heated against his skin. But not high enough to burn.The door to Cyrus's room opened and he walked out. The elevator lights to his left were blinking which meant it was currently in use. The hall was deserted but he could hear the screams and an unending mumble of various people trying to talk over the noise; Cyrus knelt and placed his ears on the floor. The sound was coming from below. He heard and felt hate, fear and panic through the floor but beneath all that there was another sound.

"Rick, tell me how you got here." Jones asked. Rick managed to get himself to walk by putting one hand around Jones's neck. "At this point, it doesn't really matter how I got here. We have to get out of here before they find us.“Why? ” Jones frowned. "Why do we need to leave? We thought you would be banging and flexing your ladies.”"Believe me, if I had the choice, by this time I would be in bed, but I am here being supported by an ugly stinking man." Jones chuckled and handed Rick his gun. "Do you still know how to use one of these, or is a lesson required?" Rick grabbed it with laugther. "Yes, if I get to shoot off one of your toes!" “Passed successfully. I do not need to show you how to hang yourself with a rope. John thinks Alice murdered you."“No! She actually saved my life. There is a lot going on, and the Drakens are in greater danger this time, with John as the target. "What exactly do you mean?" "You and I both know that underneath all of that, John is still very so

John jolted against the chains that held him to the metal chair and shivered as the cold splash of water ran down his body. His hand rattled and buckled against the tight chain that kept his hands locked behind the chair. He blinked and attempted to make out the shape of his surroundings, but all he could see were blurry figures and a moving light above him. There were two large windows on either side, and he could feel the breeze on his skin. Cold and unforgiving.It made his teeth chatter, and he hissed instinctively. The face above him was blurry, and he had to squint his eyes to see the figure. "Did you miss me?" Melissa smiled down at him. She patted his hair and gripped it hard enough to hurt. “We have a lot to catch up on dear John.” John chuckled and shook his head. “Am I in heaven ? Did Xavier send his bitch on his little errand? "Oh, I am so scared..."“Y-You...” Melissa's face distorted into a frown, and she punched John hard. He chuckled and stared at her, telling her

The rate at which the wind blew across the scene made everything appear too small and insignificant. Jones, however, was unwilling to take chances.The hideout itself stood alone in the shadow of its surroundings. Pale, plain, and the type you will walk past without looking twice. To the untrained eye, it appears completely lifeless. Jones, who was pressed to the ground in hiding, raised his head to survey the surroundings once more. It appeared vacant. It appeared empty. However, his experience in the Mafia had taught him that nothing is as it seems. "Why would they have brought John here?" Jones said to himself. He reached into his waistband and pulled out a revolver. The handy fella had always been his go to in difficult situations. The location was on the body of one of the diseased men he had buried. He came here without expectation but thank God. He exhaled. The car he was driving was parked a long distance away; even now, he praised his quick thinking for walking the re

“Four hours have passed.” Richard grunted while trying to raise himself from the bed he laid. He couldn't believe that the phone he called John on a few hours ago was dead silent and unreachable.“Sir, you need to rest or you'll open your wounds!” A nurse rushed to him and tried to prevent him from sitting up. He shoved her aside and tried to jump down from the bed.More nurses rushed into the room with five male doctors and managed to subdue him long enough to administer an injection that made him drowsy. “I'm sorry, I can't let you leave. If anything happens to you. John would have my head.” The head doctor said with a bow. “Come close,” Richard ordered and whispered a few words into the doctor's ears before succumbing to the darkness that is sleep. The doctor stood straight with a pale face. “Get me my phone!” he ordered the nearest nurse who ran out in haste. Sara, Gladiator and Veronica sat at a table with their heads bent over several spread out images with the criss-cross

Having dismissed Alice and Veronica, John allowed himself to slump into the hospital bed after he confirmed that the door was locked and secured. He raised his dress to reveal where a bullet had grazed him and was currently bleeding. Walking now, he staggered to a first aid box at the corner of the room and threw the contents and the bed, grabbing the neccesary items. Pouring the spirite content on his wound made him hiss and he had to grit his teeth from the sting. His phone flashed and a number displaying Jones names popped up. “Hey, I thought you wouldn't call!” John tried to sound normal and cheerful but having know John for long, Jones could catch the subtle hint in his voice. “What's wrong? What happened?” Jones enquired.“It's nothing serious, just a bullet scratch. Why do you sound so out of breath? Where are you?”“ I've been digging… graves. John you need to see this. It's serious and I'm not sure how to process this.” “Jones, where're you?”“I'm on the outskirt of tow

“Look around you, John.” Xavier shouted. “What do you see?” John looked around the empty factory building he had chosen with a few drops of water rolling off the ceilings and shoved Melissa’s forward. She stumbled forward and fell on her face. It agitated Xavier who raised his gun. John grinned. “You didn’t grace us with your men… I thought you never moved without a guard?” John asked with a grin. “You know what? This is like the first time we met. Now we’re here again in a slightly altered circumstance, making another deal. Isn’t that lovely?” John had bound Melissa’s mouth and the back of her hand. She struggled and tried to rush into Xavier’s arm, but John placed the cold end of his gun on her head. “Did you bring it with you?” John asked.Xavier raised a white nylon bag and brought out a couple of vials.“It’s more than enough and it’ll treat ten people.” “For your sake, let’s hope you’re right. How about we test it?” John asked and brought out a syringe filled with blood. A