Novels by Ãñákin Dètõúr

"I'm sorry, please forgive me," Roi's plea was drenched in fear, a stark contrast to his earlier cruelty. Tony, barely clinging to consciousness, strained to perceive the identity of the enigmatic savior. The curtain of darkness loomed, but not before a flicker of hope illuminated his fading awareness.The mysterious woman revealed to be Charlotte, cast a malevolent glare at Roi, her eyes smoldering with a mixture of seething anger and profound disdain."Is this how you choose to treat those without magical abilities?" she inquired with a tone that carried both contempt and curiosity.Raising an accusatory finger, she delivered a menacing ultimatum. "Just wait until my father hears about this," she threatened, knowing well the powerful influence of her presidential lineage, a threat that hung ominously in the air.Roi, keenly aware of the gravity of his situation as the daughter of the president confronted him, sought to justify his actions. "Please, young mistress, I was merely attem

It was morning and everyone was awake, prepared for the usual morning activities, Mr Frank was ready to go to the chamber to clean up, before Tony approached him."Good morning Mr Frank""Morning Tony, how's your night?" he responded."It was fine""Is there anything you want?" Mr Frank asked"Yes, I want to talk to you," Tony said."Okay what is it?" He asked."Can we go to a little more private place?""Okay, let's go outside"They both went outside of the house. "Alright what do you want to tell me?""I overheard your conversation with that guy last night" Tony started"What guy?""The guy you borrowed money from," Tony explained."Keep it down" Mr Frank gestured."Why are you hiding it from your family though?" Tony asked."I wouldn't want them to worry, it's gonna be a bomb to them, I had to lie to them that I've paid up the debt," Mr Frank explained."But why?""Roi is a loan official, a very strict one for that matter, he doesn't joke with his money. My wife might have a heart

Tony and Mr. Frank arrived at a quaint, wooden cottage nestled amidst a serene landscape. Its rustic charm extended even to the roof, which shared the same timber construction."This is my cozy abode," Frank warmly remarked, rapping lightly on the door. Soon, it creaked open to reveal a girl who appeared to be of a similar age to Tony."Welcome, father," she beamed, inviting them inside."Thank you, my dear. I've brought a guest," Mr. Frank introduced Tony with a grin."Hello there," the girl eagerly extended her hand for a friendly handshake, to which Tony responded in kind."Nice to meet you; I'm Tony," he introduced himself."I'm Ivory."Tony stepped over the threshold, finding the interior unassuming yet remarkably tidy. A wooden table and chairs, an aging TV set, and modest electrical fixtures painted the scene, conjuring memories of his own humble beginnings."Hey, Nala, I'm back!" Mr. Frank called out to his wife. Shortly, a woman, adorned in an apron, her face graced with the

Tony gradually regained consciousness, bringing him back to the bustling reality of the elemental chamber. A warm smile graced his face as he observed the chamber, which was already teeming with mages, both young and old. A sense of purpose filled the room as they prepared to hone their mystical abilities.Tony knew the rules; he had to leave by morning as part of the agreement he made with the chamber's keeper.Approaching the elder figure in charge, Tony greeted him with respect, noting that Mr. Frank was well into his fifties, at the very least."Good morning, Tony. How was your night?" Mr. Frank inquired in a kind manner."It was great, sorry I stayed too long," Tony replied, a tinge of guilt in his voice."It's alright; everyone deserves a good night's rest sometimes," Frank reassured him, understanding the importance of recuperation.However, a sudden interruption broke the peaceful ambiance. A thunderous voice echoed from behind, belonging to a vigorous figure."Hey, old man, w

Tony gasped for breath as he juggled down the dimly lit road, the evening's cool air turning heavy and thick around him. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead, his heart racing with each labored breath."Aren't we there yet?" he panted, his voice laced with frustration.[We are almost there, Tony,] the Imperial System assured him."Well, that's what you said last time," Tony grumbled, the uncertainty gnawing at him.[Just keep moving, slow and steady,] With resolve, Tony trudged onward, following the elusive path laid out for him. He stopped only when commanded to stand before a colossal, shadow-shrouded construction building that loomed over him."And now what?" Tony questioned, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.[Now, you have to get to the top of the building,] "The top?" Tony's eyes widened in confusion.[Yes,] "How am I going to get to the top? This is a private building; I can't just go inside," Tony replied, his concerns mounting.[You won't be going inside; you'll cl

In the sweltering afternoon sun, the laborers of the dump site toiled tirelessly, and among them was Tony.It had been a fortnight since he had been discharged from the hospital, and ever since then, he'd doubled his efforts to support his household.This time, Tony was shirtless, exposing a prominent scar on his chest, a lasting reminder of the fiery blast he'd endured during his tournament bout with Flash. The wound still gnawed at him, refusing to fully heal.With strength fueled by determination, he hoisted a refuse sack onto the awaiting truck, which roared to life and sped away. Tony wiped the sweat from his brow.[Host tired and hungry, Host must rest and eat]Suddenly, a voice echoed in his head, urging him to rest and eat."Will you shut up! Who says I'm hungry?" Tony snapped back at the voice, but his rebellious stomach growled, as if answering the question for him.The others on the site turned their heads, bewildered by Tony's apparent conversation with himself, a moment o