Novels by Andrew Achu

The road back to the capital of Harm was both somber and exhilarating. Arie and her group had dealt a significant blow to the Shadow Council, liberating Ironvale and sending a clear message: tyranny had no place in the kingdom of Harm.Yet, Arie knew their mission was far from over. The council’s reach extended beyond the western territories, and their network of loyalists posed a lingering threat. Still, the victories they had achieved gave her hope.Kaelthor, ever vigilant, walked beside her. The dragon’s presence had become a source of strength, his wisdom and ferocity invaluable in their journey. “We’ve struck a heavy blow,” he said, his voice low. “But the council will not take this lightly. They’ll retaliate, and we must be prepared.”“I know,” Arie replied, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “But I won’t stop until Harm is free. The people deserve a leader who fights for them, not against them.”Kaelthor nodded, his silver eyes gleaming with approval. “The spirits chose wisely when

The trail of the Shadow Council led Arie and her group deeper into the western territories, their path winding through dense forests and jagged cliffs. The air grew colder with each passing hour, and the moon, now waning, cast an eerie glow on the rugged terrain.Arie rode at the head of the group, her thoughts churning. The Shadow Council was more organized and dangerous than she had anticipated. Their reach extended further than she had imagined, their roots embedded in the broken foundation of her father’s rule.Kaelthor, ever vigilant, walked beside her. His silver eyes scanned the horizon, his powerful wings occasionally flexing as though ready for flight. “The council members will scatter,” he said. “They know you’ll come after them, and they’ll use every trick to stay ahead.”“We’ll find them,” Arie replied, her voice steady. “But it’s not enough to stop them. We need to cut off their influence—show the people of Harm that they don’t need to live in fear anymore.”---Their jou

The days following Arie's triumph over her father were marked by an outpouring of relief and celebration. The people of Harm, who had long suffered under King Gordon’s tyranny, began to reclaim their lives. The palace, once a cold and foreboding place, buzzed with new life as citizens and allies gathered to help restore the kingdom.Arie, however, knew that true change required more than declarations and celebrations. Her father’s reign had left scars, not just on the land but on the hearts of its people. Trust would take time to rebuild, and she was determined to prove herself as a leader.Kaelthor remained by her side, his towering presence a constant reminder of her journey. Together, they worked tirelessly to assess the kingdom’s needs. Yet, whispers of unrest in the outer regions of Harm reached the palace daily, hinting at a deeper, more insidious threat.---One evening, as the castle bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, Kaelthor approached Arie in the throne room. She sat at

The sun climbed steadily into the sky as Arie and Kaelthor emerged from the catacombs, the castle of Harm looming above them. The journey through the Spirit Realm had changed her in ways she was only beginning to understand. Her heart was steadier, her resolve stronger, but the weight of her newfound role as Harm’s savior pressed heavily on her shoulders.Kaelthor, sensing her thoughts, walked silently beside her, his silver scales glinting faintly in the morning light. They ascended the winding paths back toward the castle gates, their destination clear: the throne room where King Gordon ruled with an iron fist.Harm was a kingdom divided, the people living in fear of their tyrant king. For years, Gordon had solidified his power through brutality and terror, forcing loyalty through bloodshed. But now, the time for change had come.“Kaelthor,” Arie began, her voice steady but soft, “I know my father won’t give up the throne willingly. He’s too consumed by his hunger for power.”The dr

The journey back to the heart of Harm was marked by an air of anticipation. With the three seals in hand, Arie and Kaelthor approached the threshold of the Spirit Realm, a place whispered about in legend but rarely encountered by mortals. The gateway, Kaelthor explained, was located deep beneath the castle of Harm itself—a fitting irony, as the source of her father's tyranny would serve as the path to redemption.The castle loomed in the distance, its stone walls cold and unyielding. As they neared, Arie felt the weight of her memories pressing down on her. This was the place where her mother had died, where her father had ruled with an iron fist, and where her own story had begun.Kaelthor led her to a hidden entrance in the cliffside below the castle. “The Spirit Gateway lies in the catacombs,” he said, his voice low. “Few know of its existence, but your father must have sensed its power. It is likely why he became consumed by his desire to rule as a god.”Arie shivered at the thoug

The journey to the third trial led Arie and Kaelthor to the edge of a vast, shimmering lake. Unlike the oppressive heat of the Desert of Echoes or the ominous whispers of the caverns, the lake exuded a serene beauty. Its waters glowed faintly under the moonlight, reflecting the stars above as though they were scattered across its surface.“The Enchanted Lake,” Kaelthor said, his voice reverent. “The final trial lies beneath these waters. The spirits call this place the Mirror of Souls, for it reveals the essence of those who enter.”Arie stepped closer to the water’s edge, her reflection rippling in the gentle waves. “What will I face here?” she asked, her tone cautious.Kaelthor’s gaze was solemn. “Your greatest fear and your truest self. The lake does not offer guidance or illusions. It reveals only the truth, and the truth can be difficult to bear.”Arie’s hand instinctively went to her amulet. “I’ve come this far. I won’t turn back now.”Kaelthor nodded. “Then you must enter alone