Novels by samuel osakue

The battlefield trembled beneath the weight of their struggle. Dark clouds swirled overhead, crackling with the residual power of magic that had been unleashed throughout the fight. The once lively atmosphere had turned into a place of death and destruction, where the air itself seemed to burn with tension. Every strike, every clash of steel, had pushed the limits of the combatants. And now, after what felt like an eternity of battling, there was no telling who would be left standing.Nicholas stood battered, his body sore from the relentless blows that had been dealt. He could feel the burn of his magic, flickering faintly within him, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. He was holding something back, and the time had come for him to release it.Across from him, Abron loomed like a towering figure of destruction. His form was cloaked in the darkness that had consumed him, his black eyes glowing with an intensity that threatened to ignite the very air around them. His warhammer, vibrati

The battlefield was a land of chaos. Huge holes left in the ground and numerous ice spikes littered the ground, mixing with marks of fire left by Skr’ll’s relentless flames. The air crackled with residual energy, and the oppressive heat from the fight mixed with the biting cold of Lou-ra’s frost magic. The three warriors—Nicholas, Lou-ra, and Skr’ll—stood in a tenuous formation, their breathing labored but their resolve unshaken. The other soldiers maintained their distance and all they could do was to watch and pray to the gods that Abron doesn't succeed in destroying the world as it is prophesied to be. In stark contrast to the tired faces of his enemies, Abron floated just above the ground, his dark aura shining ominously like an otherworldly flame. His black eyes glinted with malice as he surveyed his battered opponents, his warhammer resting casually at his side. “You’ve lasted longer than I expected,” Abron said with a smirk, his voice dripping with mockery. “But this is

The battlefield seemed to stretch into eternity, the once vibrant land now filled with craters and burnt grounds. Abron hovered midair, his dark aura pulsating with terrifying intensity, casting an ominous shadow over the terrain. His gaze flicked between Nicholas, Lou-ra, and Skr’ll, the three of them standing firm despite the oppressive force radiating from him. “You three are nothing but sparks trying to extinguish a wildfire,” Abron sneered, his voice laced with disdain. “Do you think you can match the power I now wield?” Nicholas stepped forward, gripping his blade tightly. The golden light of his sword flickered with each heartbeat, its radiance a stark contrast to Abron’s consuming darkness. “We don’t need to match your power, Abron,” Nicholas replied, his voice steady. “We just need to stop you.” Lou-ra raised her staff, her eyes glowing with divine energy. “We fight not just for the world, but for the hope that still exists within you, Abron. You’re not beyond saving

The battlefield was silent except for the rhythmic thrum of Abron’s dark magic pulsing through the air. His form was a terrifying glow of raw power, his body cloaked in blackened tendrils of energy that hissed and moved as if alive. The once vibrant light in Abron’s eyes had been replaced by an all-consuming void. He looked at everyone and everywhere as if they were nothing but insignificant things in his way and all he could do to take them off was to squash them off like bugs.Nicholas stood a few paces away, his hands clenched into fists. Behind him, Lou-ra and Skr’ll flanked his sides, their faces tense but determined. Varak stood at a distance, his warhammer grounded, a solemn expression on his face. “You know I cannot intervene,” Varak said, his voice deep and steady. “The laws of the universe forbid me from interfering in a battle of prophecy. This is your fight, Nicholas. You must finish it. I have faith in your power, I want you to remember that."Nicholas exhaled slowl

The battlefield trembled as a dark, malevolent energy surged from Abron. Nicholas staggered back, clutching his chest as a searing pain shot through him. He tried to fight through the pain that was threatening to tear them apart but it was proving impossible to stop what was beginning to feel like torture. He watched in horror as Abron’s body began to convulse, his once-mighty frame writhing uncontrollably. “Abron! What’s happening to us?” Nicholas shouted, his voice strained with panic. Abron’s eyes, now glowing a sinister shade of crimson, locked onto Nicholas. “I… I can feel it… the darkness… it’s ripping me apart!” Abron roared, his voice a tortured blend of agony and rage. Suddenly, a blinding flash erupted between them, forcing everyone to shield their eyes. When the light subsided, Nicholas gasped. Before him stood two figures: one was Abron, his body fully restored, his aura radiating pure destruction; the other was Nicholas, now in his own physical form, his body tr

The battlefield was a storm of chaos, and at its epicenter stood Hero Hinnel and Varak, locked in a battle of wills and might. Sparks flew as Hero Hinnel’s golden sword clashed against Varak’s colossal warhammer. The sheer force of their strikes sent shockwaves rippling across the land, shaking the ground beneath them and forcing all other combatants to retreat from their destructive duel. Hero Hinnel’s golden armor gleamed in the flickering light of their attacks, his face set with grim determination. His voice rang out, firm and unyielding. “Varak, you can still walk away from this. You don’t have to die here" He said in a way that made it seem like he was offering Varak a chance for him to choose being shown mercy instead of being killed. Varak, towering and imposing, his eyes burning like molten lava, let out a deep chuckle. “You think I fear death, Hinnel? No, it’s you who should fear what’s coming. I’ve been holding back, but you’ve pushed me too far" Varak replied, his p