Novels by Emkay writes

The helicopter roared above the ground, its blades slicing through the air with a deafening intensity. The sheer force of the rotating blades stirred the earth below, sending plants swaying wildly and loose leaves spiraling into the air. Dust and debris danced in the chaotic wind, creating a haze around the landing zone.One after the other, five military men descended from the aircraft, each gripping tightly onto a thick, sturdy rope. Their movements were swift but precise, their bodies clad in fully knitted tactical gear designed for the mission ahead. The black helmets, bulletproof vests, and camouflage patterns blended seamlessly with the dim light of the forested area.Their boots hit the ground with a muted thud, each man landing in a crouched position, weapons at the ready. The soldiers immediately fanned themselves into formation, their eyes scanning the area with hawk-like vigilance. The tension in the air was palpable as the craft blades above continued their furious rotatio

In her memories_ she could recall how his face fell on her intently, and how all eyes were on them at the gala. His softened gaze broke the walls around her heart and he ushered himself in without permission.She remembered the feel of his lips when she crashed hers on his in front of Clarissa.Her tongue swam through her lips, wetting it. But then_she reminded herself that she was just an ordinary assistant.Instead of dwell in self loathe, her mind tried to figure out a way out of the distress. She thought about a thousand and one thing then suddenly, a very brilliant idea crossed her mind.Still in chains, she counted the numbers of guards at the exits and around. She realizes she won't be able to out do all of them on her own. So she started strategizing how to get out of there.*It was midnight.There night was dark as coal serve for the moon that gave off a little light.Her shut eyes opened up abruptly, woken by her instincts. She realized everyone around her seemed off guarde

The day was hot, the sun shone over the battlefield. Blood stained the ground, smoke curled into the sky, and the scent of death filled the air. But Clyde had no time for the fallen. His heart thundered in his chest as he gripped his sword tighter.Danielle was gone.Again.Clyde inhaled deeply, forcing himself to stay calm. Anger was useful, but only if controlled. His vision sharpened, his mind focused. There was no room for failure. Whoever took her, whoever dared to use her as bait would learn the true wrath of the Darkfang Clan.He turned to his men, their faces streaked with blood and sweat."Spread out," he ordered, his voice cutting through the night air. "Track every scent, every footprint. Someone knows where they took her.""Yes, Master!" they responded in unison before dispersing like shadows into the ruined battlefield.Clyde’s earpiece crackle."Master, we found a lead," Walex’s voice came through."Talk.""A survivor. One of the mercenaries from the Villains. He’s wound

A tense silence filled the grand hall of the Kylain stronghold. Clyde stood at the center, his dark eyes locked onto the Kylain leader. The air crackled with tension, but what held his attention the most were the men standing behind the leader, some mercenaries, not Kylain warriors. They were heavily armed, their faces concealed by masks, their weapons gleaming under the dim chandelier light.A third party?Someone else had entered the fight and tried to sabotage our plans.Clyde exhaled sharply. He had anticipated resistance, but this was different. The Kylains had brought outside forces into their war. This wasn’t just a clan dispute anymore."Who are they?" Clyde asked, his voice calm but sharp.The Kylain leader smirked. "You thought this was between us? You underestimate the reach of those who desire the throne."Clyde clenched his jaw. He didn’t like surprises, and this reeked of something bigger."Your father made many enemies, boy," the leader continued. "And you? You are just

Clyde stood in front of the large glass window in his chamber, hands behind his back, his mind lost in thought. The night sky was dark, but the moon cast a faint silver glow across the city. From here, he could see the vastness of his estate, the territory of the Darkfang Clan stretching beyond the horizon.Tonight would mark the beginning of a war that had been brewing for years.Danielle’s face flickered through his mind again. The thought of her trapped in Seth’s hands made his jaw clench. He should be the one to get her out. He should be the one by her side, but he couldn't afford to risk the mission. If things went wrong, Danielle would suffer, and he wouldn’t allow that.A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts."Come in," he ordered, his voice steady.Craig entered, his expression serious. "Everything is set. We’ll be moving in an hour."Clyde turned to face him. "Good."Craig hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Are you sure about splitting the team like this

“He also said you once saved his life from a fire incident so he feels indebted to you and is willing to help you with this information but_you only and no one else. So far, he seems willing to share some information about Seth, his location and where he is keeping Danielle hostage.” Craig explained.Clyde looked at the man intently, his face not striking any resemblance. Yet he was right about one thing. He did save a number of people from a fire accident long time ago but he harldy recalled anything significant about that event and barely remembered the faces of those he saved or how they looked like.Perhaps he could be telling the truth_part of his facial skin folded upon each other—depicting a once upon a time fire victim. The scars were still there and didn't seem to ever go away.“How sure are you that we should trust this man? This could be a trap!” He said, his face portraying no emotion.“He works as one of Seth's men.” Craig replied.Clyde's eyes narrowed as he looked at th