Novels by Inemesit Maxson

Mia sat in the corner of the cold basement, now awake, her wrists bound, her head heavy. The walls around her pulsed with a faint red glow, like veins carrying something unnatural. Darius paced slowly in front of her, his face calm, and eyes fixed heavily on her. That eerie glow from the Ogini still lived inside him, and it was getting stronger.“You look tired,” he said with a soft smile, crouching in front of her. “This place drains you, doesn’t it?”She didn’t answer. Her eyes locked on him, full of fear but also something else, confusion and anger.Darius tilted his head, amused. “I don’t blame you for not trusting me. I wouldn’t trust me either. But I’m not your enemy, Mia. I’m just the one finally telling you the truth.”“Liam will come for me,” she said quietly, but her eyes carried the fire of a strong resolve.“I know,” Darius said with a grin. “That’s the plan.”He stood up and waved his hand. The room around them shimmered, and suddenly the walls fell away. Mia gasped as vi

Liam sat on the edge of the cot, staring at the cracked floor of the safe house. The silence felt heavy, like a warning. Something was wrong, Mia was gone, but as much as he wanted to believe that Darius was the one who took her, he couldn’t roll out everything yet for certain. Deep in his gut, he felt it twisting like a knife.Evelyn paced nearby, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. “Still no answer,” she said, her voice laced with worry. “I’ve called her three times. Her phone rings but then stops.”Jack stood by the door, arms crossed. He looked from Evelyn to Liam, frowning. “Let me go check her place. Maybe she just needed space.”Liam didn’t look up. He barely moved, his head was already filled with anxious thoughts. What if it was already too late? What if Darius had turned her into one of the Ogini’s puppets? How would he explain any of this to Lord Steven? Jack waited for his response, and when he didn’t get it, he grabbed his coat and left without another word.Minutes p

After Mia left the safe house, she wandered along the edge of the city, her steps slow and heavy with emotion. The night was quiet, but her mind was loud—full of questions, hurt, and the echo of Liam’s cold words. She pulled her coat tighter as the breeze swept through the empty streets. She glanced at her watch and it was just a few minutes past ten. The streetlights flickered above her, casting long shadows on the cracked sidewalks.She didn’t know where she was going. She just needed to be anywhere but the safe house. Anywhere away from Liam’s distant stare and the feeling that she no longer belonged. She eventually came to a stop near an abandoned train station and with a slow soft exhale, she sat on a bench, the wood damp beneath her, and exhaled.“You don’t look like you belong here,” a voice said.Mia flinched, frightened and turned. A man had taken the seat beside her. He was dressed in dark clothes, hood half pulled over his head. His face was calm, his smile polite, but some

The van rumbled through the wrecked outskirts of the city, but no one spoke. Liam sat in the back, slouched against the wall, his body aching with every bump in the road. His shoulder was torn open, blood soaked into the gauze Evelyn had hastily wrapped around him. Across from him, Jack stared at the floor, jaw tight. Mara’s eyes were still glowing faintly from the battle, but her expression was blank. There was no celebration. No sense of victory. Only silence.Peter was gone. But the Ogini… the Ogini had found someone worse — Darius.When they finally pulled up to the safe house, it was still dark. The building stood quietly, unchanged since the morning they left—but everything felt different now. The team moved slowly, exhausted in body and spirit. Inside, the lights flickered on. The place was eerily quiet. Liam collapsed onto the worn-out couch, wincing as the pain in his ribs flared. Evelyn knelt beside him with a first-aid kit, gently peeling back the soaked bandage.“You shoul

The air was thick with smoke and dust, filled with the remains of Peter’s fortress. The battle was over, or at least that’s what Liam thought. He leaned against a crumbled wall, blood streaked across his face, his body aching from the fight. Around him, the enhanced soldiers stood quiet, still catching their breath. For a brief moment, there was silence, peace. Or something like it. Then Darius stepped forward.Liam looked up and immediately felt something was wrong. Darius didn’t look like himself anymore. His eyes glowed with a strange, dark light. His skin was pale, almost gray, and thin black veins crawled across his arms like vines. Liam could see it clearly now, the power of the Ogini rippled off him in waves, thick and heavy. It had fully taken control of Darius.But Darius wasn’t acting possessed. He didn’t move like someone under control. He moved like a man who had finally found his purpose.“You feel it, don’t you?” Darius asked, voice deeper than before. “The power. It’s r

Liam blinked his eyes slowly open. His head throbbed heavily and his vision was still blurry. For a second, he couldn’t remember where he was or how he got there. But then it all rushed back—Peter. The fight, the capture, the darkness.He tried to sit up, pushing through the dizziness. The air around him was heavy, like the weight of everything that had led to this moment had settled into the room. He looked around and realized he was deep inside Peter’s base. Cold walls, dim lights. The heart of the enemy’s lair.Then he heard a slow clap. Peter stood in front of him, arms folded, with a smirk stretched across his face.“Well, well,” Peter said, his voice calm but mocking. “Look who finally woke up.”Liam got to his feet, legs shaking but steady enough. He didn’t respond right away. He just stared at Peter, taking him in. This was it. The man who had caused so much pain. The man who chose power over everything else.Peter stepped closer, his eyes gleaming. “Still think you can win, L