Novels by E-Neutron

The air crackled with a tension so thick it could almost be touched. Evans stood tall, his sword drawn, his breath shallow but steady. Amara was beside him, her golden light pulsating like a heartbeat, its warmth cutting through the encroaching darkness. Together, they faced the abyss—the vast nothingness that seemed to stretch out endlessly, threatening to swallow them whole.And yet, despite the overwhelming odds, they stood their ground."Evans," Amara's voice cut through the chaos. "This isn't the end. We can end this."But her words, while comforting, seemed to hang in the air, uncertain, like the wind before a storm. The abyss, however, seemed to mock them, its silence louder than any roar."Can we?" Evans muttered, almost to himself. His grip tightened around his sword, his thoughts swirling in a haze of doubt. The figure—the one who had been manipulating them, twisting their every move, had vanished into the shadows, leaving only its words

The darkness swirled around them like a living, breathing entity, its tendrils creeping along the edges of the battlefield, wrapping around them like a suffocating shroud. Evans’s heart pounded in his chest as he and Amara stood back-to-back, eyes darting for any sign of movement, any shift in the shadows that might signal the next attack. They were trapped.The figure—the one who had claimed the cycle was not yet over—loomed in the distance, its shape ever-shifting, like a shadow cast in a world without light. It moved with eerie precision, its presence suffocating, as if the very air had thickened in response to its arrival.Evans gritted his teeth, sword tight in his grip. "Who are you?" he demanded again, his voice louder this time, desperate for answers. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the distant crackle of the growing storm of shadows."You want to know who I am?" The figure's voice, cold and mocking, sliced through the tensi

The silence hung thick in the air, broken only by the faint crackle of fading energy. Evans could barely register his surroundings, his body too worn to make sense of anything. The pain from the battle had settled into his bones, but there was something deeper, something more lingering—a weight in his chest that had nothing to do with his physical wounds.He had won. They had won.But at what cost?The battlefield lay in ruins around them, the air thick with the scent of smoke and destruction. The storm had vanished, leaving behind a cold, empty silence. It was as though the world itself had held its breath, waiting for something—anything—to change. And in the distance, the last remnants of the Devourer's dark form flickered and collapsed into nothingness.Evans staggered, his legs threatening to buckle beneath him, but he caught himself, steadying himself with a hand on his blade. His vision swam, and for a moment, he thought he might collapse ri

Evans’s vision blurred as his body struggled to respond. The blast from the creature had sent shockwaves through him, and every muscle felt as if it were on fire. The storm raged above him, an angry sea of darkness, but the world felt distant now. His heartbeat thudded painfully in his ears, and for a moment, he thought he might lose consciousness again.But then, he heard her voice."Evans..."It wasn’t the wind. It wasn’t the storm. It was her—Amara. Her voice cut through the chaos like a lifeline, bringing him back from the brink.He pushed himself up, gritting his teeth against the pain. His ribs felt like they were cracked, and his head spun with every movement. But he couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when they were this close.He could see her now, standing on the edge of the battlefield, her golden energy crackling around her. Her eyes were wide with fear, but there was something else too—determination. She had seen him fall, but she ha

The ground beneath them trembled as the monstrous creature loomed over them. Its form was vast, impossibly large, with tendrils that stretched from the depths of the mountain, twisting and writhing like serpents in the dark. Its eyes, glowing with that sickly green light, locked onto Evans, and for a moment, the world stood still.Evans’s heart pounded in his chest. He had faced enemies before, creatures of unimaginable power, but this—this thing—was different. It wasn’t just a physical threat. It was a manifestation of everything they had fought against: fear, despair, the breaking of the mind.The creature roared again, its voice echoing through the pass, and the sound was enough to rattle even the strongest of warriors. It wasn’t just the force of the roar; it was the weight of the emotions behind it. The pain. The suffering. The fear that had been trapped inside the creature for eons.Evans’s hand tightened around his blade.“We can’t fight th

The silence was deafening.Evans stood in the center of the ruined camp, his body still trembling from the weight of what he had just witnessed. The air was thick with the remnants of the creature's storm, the dark clouds still swirling above, but now there was no sound, no movement. The world around him seemed suspended in time, as though it was holding its breath.He didn’t know how long they stood there, the storm above them slowly dissipating. Amara’s hand remained tightly clasped around his arm, her grip firm, but there was fear in her eyes. Fear and something else. Something deeper.“We have to go,” Amara said quietly, her voice barely a whisper. “Before it comes back.”Evans nodded but didn’t move. His mind was still reeling. What had just happened? The creature was gone—vanished—but he could feel it, the faint echo of its presence, lingering in the depths of his mind. It wasn’t over. Not yet.He turned to Amara, his voice low. “Wh

A deep, resonating hum filled the chamber. It started as a low vibration, barely noticeable beneath their feet, but within seconds, it grew into a deafening pulse. The massive structure at the center of the room flickered with light, its veins of energy glowing brighter, more intense.Jeremy barely had time to register what was happening before the machine let out a piercing whine, like metal twisting against metal.Luca’s smirk widened as he took a step forward, his soldiers fanning out behind him, weapons raised. “You have no idea what you’ve stumbled into, do you?” he mused, his voice almost mocking. “This machine… It’s not just a weapon. It’s the future.”Jeremy’s pulse hammered. His gun was still trained on Luca, but he could feel the shifting air around them, the way the energy from the machine crackled like static electricity. This wasn’t just some relic hidden beneath the ruins. It was alive.Maya took a slow step back, her eyes locked ont

The collapse was instantaneous. One moment, Jeremy was standing firm, his heart pounding with adrenaline, and the next, he was free-falling into darkness. Rocks tumbled beside him, dust choked his lungs, and the sound of splitting stone echoed all around.Then—impact.Jeremy hit the ground hard, the air knocked from his chest. Pain shot through his ribs, but he forced himself to roll onto his side, coughing violently as the dust swirled around him. His fingers scraped against cold stone, trembling as he pushed himself up onto his elbows."Maya," he gasped, his voice hoarse.Silence.The dust was too thick, turning everything into a dense, suffocating haze. His heart hammered in his chest. Where was she? She had been right next to him before the tunnel collapsed—before the ground split open beneath them.A groan echoed from somewhere nearby. Jeremy’s head snapped toward the sound, his breath catching. "Maya?"A cough, the

The light exploded in a blinding flash, overwhelming Jeremy’s senses. For a split second, the world around him seemed to freeze, everything washed in white as if time itself had come to a standstill. The intense glow swallowed them whole, consuming everything—every sound, every movement, every breath.And then, just as quickly, the light was gone.Jeremy blinked rapidly, disoriented, his vision blurry as he tried to adjust to the sudden shift. The hum of the machine, once deafening, was now silent. The screeching metal, the heavy steps—it was as if the world had shifted entirely.He could barely see. The dust, the smoke—everything was still too thick, but the oppressive feeling of the mechanical beast was gone.“Maya?” Jeremy breathed, his voice shaky with fear. His heart raced in his chest, as if it were trying to break free. His gaze frantically searched the room. Was it dead? Had it been destroyed?“Maya!” he repeated, his voice rising

The darkness swallowed them whole.Jeremy couldn’t tell if it was the ceiling collapsing or his mind spinning, but everything went black in an instant. The air was thick with dust, the taste of rust and soot bitter on his tongue. He felt his body slam into the ground, his head hitting something hard, and then the sensation of nothingness took over—deafening silence and stillness.His pulse drummed in his ears.For a moment, Jeremy wasn’t sure if he was alive or dead. His body ached as if it had been crushed, and the air in his lungs was thick, making it harder to breathe. He tried to move, but everything felt heavy—his limbs, his mind, his thoughts.“Maya…” he croaked, his voice barely a whisper, but no sound came from his lips. His eyes were still closed, and the weight of the world pressed against him. His breath came in shallow gasps as he tried to lift himself, but the weight of the debris around him seemed to have pinned him in place.

Last Updated: 2025-01-30