Novels by Arthea Edelweis

The ride back was silent. Not because they had nothing to say, but because words felt unnecessary.Elena sat beside Oliver in the car, her fingers resting lightly on her lap. She wasn’t shaking, wasn’t afraid anymore—but the weight of the night still pressed against her.Oliver drove with one hand on the wheel, his other resting on the console between them. His presence alone made her feel safe.After a while, Elena exhaled. “You’re too calm.”Oliver glanced at her, smirking. “Would you rather I panic?”She huffed. “I was kidnapped, Oliver.”“I noticed.”“Held hostage.”“I was there.”“Almost had my throat slit.”Oliver’s jaw tightened just slightly. “And I handled it.”Elena turned to him, studying his profile. His sharp jawline, his unwavering expression.“You always do,” she murmured.Oliver didn’t reply, but his fingers—resting between them—twitched.Elena hesitated, then slowly reached out, linking her pinky with his.Oliver’s hand stiffened for a brief moment.Then, he turned hi

"Mr. Roberts, we have a problem."Amelia’s voice was sharp over the phone. Oliver had just finished a business meeting when she called, and from the tension in her tone, he knew it wasn’t a minor issue.Oliver exhaled. "Speak."There was a brief pause before she dropped the bombshell."Elena’s been taken."Oliver stopped walking. His fingers tightened slightly around the phone. “Who?”Amelia hesitated. “A man named Vincent Moreau. French arms dealer. One of the last allies Harrington had left.”Oliver’s jaw clenched, but his voice remained calm. “His demands?”“He wants you to transfer fifty percent of Hoshier’s European assets to his name by midnight.”A mistake.Vincent Moreau had no idea who he was dealing with.Oliver inhaled slowly. “Where is she?”“We traced the call to a warehouse in the East District. It’s heavily guarded.”Oliver didn’t hesitate. “Send me the location.”“Sir, I can mobilize our team—”“No.” Oliver’s voice was sharp. “This is personal.”Amelia hesitated but ob

“You lost the moment you thought you could use her against me, Calloway.”Oliver’s voice was quiet, almost casual, yet every syllable carried the weight of an undeniable truth.Raymond struggled against Oliver’s grip, but it was useless. His body trembled—not from the physical pain, but from the realization sinking into his bones. He had never stood a chance.Oliver loosened his hold just enough for Raymond to breathe, but his next words made the man’s blood run cold.“Tell me, Calloway… how do you want this to end?”Raymond swallowed, his mind racing. He had no moves left. No allies. No escape.His last shred of arrogance faltered, replaced by raw desperation. “I—I was just following Harrington’s lead. He’s the one who—”Oliver let out a quiet exhale, cutting him off with a simple, measured sentence.“Harrington is already handled.”Raymond’s eyes widened. “What?”A soft buzzing noise filled the room. Oliver reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and tilted the screen toward

Raymond’s hands trembled as he scrolled through the endless flood of news reports, each one spelling his doom in bold, damning headlines. His phone buzzed non-stop—calls from investors, board members, and desperate executives, all demanding answers he didn’t have.His breath came in short, sharp gasps. This wasn’t just an attack. This was an execution.His gaze snapped to Elliot Mercer, who remained seated, completely unfazed. The smirk on Elliot’s face sent a wave of rage coursing through Raymond’s veins.“You think this is funny?” Raymond’s voice was hoarse, barely above a growl. “You think I’m just going to sit here and let Oliver destroy me?”Elliot exhaled, setting his drink down with a quiet clink. He leaned back, crossing his legs leisurely. “Oh, you misunderstand, Calloway. It’s not about letting him destroy you. It’s about the fact that you can’t stop him.”Raymond slammed a fist against the bar. The few patrons around them turned to glance, sensing the tension but knowing be

Raymond sat frozen in his chair, his hands clenched into fists as the weight of his downfall pressed down on him like a mountain. His empire, his power—everything he had built over the years had crumbled in mere minutes.His phone buzzed again, and with shaky fingers, he picked it up. A flood of messages from his board members, investors, and executives filled the screen. They were panicking. Some demanded explanations, others threatened to withdraw their support. His assistant sent a message—Mr. Calloway, we need immediate damage control. The media is asking questions.Raymond’s vision blurred as rage bubbled inside him. All because of one man.Oliver Roberts.The name now echoed in his head like a curse.Raymond had underestimated him, just like everyone else had. He had seen Oliver as nothing more than a quiet, unremarkable businessman, someone who got lucky in the corporate world. But now, he understood the truth.Oliver was far from ordinary.Raymond sucked in a sharp breath and f

Raymond’s breath caught in his throat. His palms were damp, his fingers gripping the edge of his desk. Oliver Roberts was here. In his office.He barely had time to compose himself before the door swung open.Oliver walked in with the ease of a man who owned the building, despite the fact that it belonged to Raymond. He was calm, his dark eyes scanning the office without the slightest hint of urgency. He wasn’t here to negotiate. He was here to watch Raymond crumble.Raymond straightened in his chair, masking his nerves with arrogance. “Mr. Roberts,” he greeted coolly, though his voice wavered just enough to betray his unease.Oliver said nothing at first. He merely stepped closer, his gaze locking onto Raymond’s with the weight of something far more dangerous than anger—certainty.“You’ve been quite busy,” Oliver finally said, his tone casual.Raymond forced a smirk. “I like to stay informed about my competitors.”Oliver chuckled, the sound low and unimpressed. “Competitor?” He tilte

The atmosphere in the room grew thick with anticipation, a suffocating pressure bearing down on everyone present. Javier, though outwardly calm, felt the shift—an unfamiliar and ominous presence that crept beneath the very foundation of the space. It was as if the world itself were holding its breath, waiting for something to snap.Hudson, still clutched in Javier's grasp, struggled to gather his breath. His once-proud demeanor was now crumbling, a shadow of the man he had been moments ago. Yet, the glint in his eyes told a different story. Something deep within him had ignited—something ancient and terrible.Javier’s grip tightened, but his focus shifted. His senses sharpened, and a cold shiver crawled down his spine. This was no ordinary threat. The air was laced with an unnatural energy, the kind that Javier had only encountered in the most

Hudson stepped forward, his boots striking the broken ground with a resonating thud, as if he were the harbinger of something far worse than even Lazarus' dark magic. His presence exuded power — unyielding and oppressive. Every inch of his being seemed like a force of nature, relentless and untouchable.Javier’s eyes flickered towards him, but there was no shift in his demeanor. The calm that surrounded him was like the stillness before a storm. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink.Hudson’s voice was low and dangerous, a growl that echoed in the stillness of the chamber.“You’ve made your mistakes, Javier,” Hudson said, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “You think you can challenge me, the legacy of centuries? You’re nothing more than an illusion, a child playing at alchemy. Your power is a hollow shell.”Javier’s hand still rested in the air, his fingers twitching slightly as if ready to strike again, but he didn’t move. He didn’t need to.“I don’t play at anything,” Javier rep

The titan tore itself from the last of the golden chains, its body surging with renewed, terrifying strength.Lazarus stood behind it, hands folded calmly behind his back, as if he had already won. His golden eyes never left Javier, gleaming with malicious amusement.Valeria gripped Javier’s sleeve tighter, feeling the heat of the battlefield rise. She could barely breathe, the pressure was so immense, but Javier… he didn’t flinch.He didn’t move.He simply stared.Silent.Calculating.Then, finally, he spoke — voice low and dangerous."You mistake survival for inheritance."The titan lunged, spear whistling through the air with monstrous force.Javier moved.One step.That was all.The spear missed entirely, embedding itself into the stone wall behind him with an ear-shattering crash. Before the titan could recover, Javier’s fingers flicked forward, almost lazily.A thin line of silver light cut through the darkness.The titan froze mid-motion.A crack, faint but unmistakable, split

Javier moved at the last instant, evading the strike by mere inches. The shockwave flattened the nearby walls, sending debris spiraling into the blackness. Valeria covered her head, shielding herself from the raining stones.Javier stood unharmed in the eye of the storm.The titan turned its hollow, glowing gaze toward him again. Its massive hand wrenched the spear from the cracked earth and spun it with unnatural speed, wind howling around the weapon.A second strike came—faster, more brutal.Javier didn’t back down.Instead, he raised his right hand, fingers moving in intricate, ancient patterns midair. A low hum resonated from his palm, gathering into a thin golden sigil

The world blurred into chaos.The floor swallowed them whole, but Javier landed cleanly, as if he had expected it all along. His boots hit the dark stone with a controlled thud. Around him, pieces of the collapsing building rained down, dust choking the stale air. Valeria stumbled nearby, coughing violently. Lucian and the others were nowhere to be seen—only distant screams and the grinding of stone echoed.Javier rose, dusting his coat casually.From the depths of the darkness, Subject Zero’s laughter slithered toward him."You fall into my home now, Everhart," the monster rasped, voice booming through the hollow underground. "Here, the rules change."Javier ignored the

The titan tore itself from the last of the golden chains, its body surging with renewed, terrifying strength.Lazarus stood behind it, hands folded calmly behind his back, as if he had already won. His golden eyes never left Javier, gleaming with malicious amusement.Valeria gripped Javier’s sleeve tighter, feeling the heat of the battlefield rise. She could barely breathe, the pressure was so immense, but Javier… he didn’t flinch.He didn’t move.He simply stared.Silent.Calculating.Then, finally, he spoke — voice low and dangerous.