Novels by Okoh Promise

Richard's POVThe training vault beneath Miracle Academy was a tomb of silence, its stone walls etched with runes that hummed like a distant heartbeat. I stood alone in the center of the chamber, sweat dripping from my brow, the air heavy with the weight of laws I was trying to tame. My glyphs pulsed faintly under my skin—sacrificial, elemental, constructive, quantum—all whispering possibilities I couldn’t yet grasp. Null Drive and Null Counter were my weapons, but they were wild, untamed, threatening to tear me apart every time I reached for them.“Focus,” I muttered, clenching my fists. The vault’s runes flickered in response, amplifying the laws I channeled. I needed control. Rank E- wasn’t enough—not for Squad Seven, not for the eyes that now watched me with fear or hate, not for the fire in my chest that refused to let me kneel.I activated Null Drive. The chamber’s lights dimmed, the air thickening as laws receded like a retreating tide. My core strained, glyphs flaring gray. Pa

Richard's PovTwo weeks after the duel, everything had fallen back into its regular pattern. I had risen to number 70 and rank E-.Cadets looked at me with more fear in their eyes, and the people who tried to mess with me drastically reduced.I was in the sparring vault, channeling the laws to practice when I felt a tremor.A low, pulsing quake that rolled through Miracle Academy like a heartbeat from something monstrous buried too deep. The stone beneath my knees vibrated, the runes flickering erratically. My concentration snapped as cold stabbed down my spine like a dagger of ice.Something had gone wrong.The next moment, alarms shrieked.Scarlet rune lit up along the corridor walls, spinning in spirals of panic. A single word repeated in harsh, guttural tones through the academy intercom: Containment Breach.I didn’t hesitate.I bolted out of the vault, sprinting through the halls now filled with flashing sigils and panicked cadets. Others moved the opposite direction toward safe

Richard's PovThe moment the overseer’s hand dropped, Vincent moved.Not just fast but instant. One second, he was standing a few meters from me, and the next, he was right in front of me, fist cocked and glowing with constructive law. I barely raised my arms in time, channeling the laws to my hand to defend myself. The impact blasted through my guard like a wrecking ball, launching me backward across the dueling ring.I hit the barrier hard. Lightning flickered where my body made contact, law-woven energy pulsing to absorb the blow.Gasps rippled through the stands.Vincent didn’t wait. He surged forward, a blur of motion, hands trailing threads of pulsing silver. Matter Shaping. I’d studied it. He could control the form of anything he touched—armor, weapons, even air if he compressed it right.He slammed his palms into the ground, and the arena shifted.Spikes erupted beneath my feet, tall as spears, slicing toward my chest. I leaped sideways, rolled, and came up gasping. My ribs ho

Richard's Pov The ache in my ribs hadn’t faded. Neither had the bruises, or the humiliation, or Ara Ash’s words: “You’re not ready.” But she’d said something else too—something that stuck in my chest like a flame behind my sternum: “You will be.” Over the month, I reported to the Squad Seven sparring grounds, the mess hall, the law theory class, and tactical warfare. I constantly went to the training vault beneath the cadet barracks—a cold, quiet place made of etched stone and silence, where the academy allowed students to train their personal abilities alone. I'd meditate to feel the glyphs stir beneath my skin. Call the Laws, not just the sacrificial laws, to activate my ability but the three other laws, which are elemental, constructive, and quantum laws. I couldn't use the ability of other laws since I only had a sacrificial law core, but I could channel more laws and convert them to sacrificial law, strengthen my ability.. At first, they resisted, and my body would bur

Richard's PovThere was a tension in the air that morning. Not the kind that crackled with laws or whispered of danger—it was heavier, subtler, like the kind that settled in a room before a brawl. It clung to my uniform, tight at the collar, irritating at the cuffs. Or maybe that was just the way everyone stared at me as I stepped into the Cadet Training Grounds.The courtyard was massive, divided into zones—combat rings, sparring dummies, laws conduits, and even an arena encased in transparent shielding where mock battles could be fought at full force. Around me, cadets were stretching, sparring, laughing. Some quieted when I passed. Others didn’t bother to hide the way they whispered.“Is that him?”“Number 96? No way. That guy’s Hollowborn.”“Miracle’s charity case.”I clenched my jaw and walked faster.An instructor met me halfway. He wore no insignia, just the dull-gray robe of a training overseer, his face as blank as a polished blade.“Richard Sol?” he asked.“Yes, sir.”“You’v

Richard's Pov"I’m alive.", the thought flashed through my head as I woke up.Light seeped through my eyelids, followed by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft beeping of monitors. I opened my eyes slowly. I was in the academy infirmary, wrapped in clean white sheets and bandages. Healing runes faintly glowed on the walls, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat.Above me, a holographic display hovered midair:Survived: 5 hours, 59 minutes. Status: Stabilized.One minute short of the six-hour threshold.I’d almost died, and yet I couldn't make it.The door slid open with a hiss.An instructor stepped in. Broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed, and wearing the neutral robes of the Academy’s combat division, he studied me with the quiet intensity of a soldier sizing up a battlefield.“Hollowborn,” he said. “You made it.”I tried to sit up. Pain flared in my side, and I gritted my teeth.He raised a hand. “Easy. You suffered four cracked ribs, a fractured clavicle, internal bruising, and sever