Novels by Abu Ulfah

Ucok peeked from behind a cracked concrete wall, his breath heavy. His head was slightly bleeding, but that wasn’t what panicked him.“Bro... we’ve only got four bullets left. The enemies? Like holiday discounts—coming in groups!” he whispered to Rizal, who was wiring a homemade detonator out of a broken wall clock.“Relax. They don’t know we’ve got a little surprise,” Rizal replied coldly, then chuckled, “...and a big one: a bomb made from my grandpa’s wall clock.”BOOM!A small explosion echoed from afar. Not the bomb. Turns out Ucok had accidentally triggered a music player.“Dude... that’s a ringtone! Who the hell plays Rhoma Irama during a battlefield!?”Two Hours Earlier...They had infiltrated through an old sewer behind Denpasar market. The entrance to the enemy’s secret base wasn’t in some elite place—it was beneath a bird shop.“New symbol of power: not helicopters, but chirping birds,” Nova quipped while turning on her flashlight.Maya led the way, holding a tablet showing

Wuuush! Wuuush! The Wind Sovereigns soared alongside Lyra, Darren, Maeve, and Seraphina as they crossed the endless expanse of the desert. The wind, once threatening, now felt like a gentle breeze offering comfort. Zephyr flitted joyfully around them, occasionally recounting tales of the beauty of their world before the arrival of the Dark Miners."There used to be a lake here that shimmered like a jewel," Zephyr said, pointing to the vast stretch of sand. "Lightflowers bloomed along its edges, and the sound of waterfalls echoed sweetly in the distance."Lyra imagined the lost beauty, feeling the sorrow of the Wind Sovereigns. "We’ll help you restore it," she said with resolve. "After we complete our mission, we’ll return and help you."Stormwing, flying at Lyra’s side, nodded solemnly. "We will await your promise, pilgrims."The journey across the desert felt swifter and safer with the help of the Wind Sovereigns. They guided the group along the safest routes, avoided sudden sandstor

Swiing! Swiing! Maeve and Seraphina's swords gleamed under the dim green light as they swiftly dodged the wild attacks of the Guardian of the Mine, who was rampaging. The creature swung its massive claws, striking the rocks and earth with such force that it shook the cavern. Boom! Boom! Dust and pebbles flew through the air."He’s really angry!" Seraphina shouted, leaping backward to avoid another spray of green liquid vomited by the Guardian of the Mine. Swoosh! Zing! The liquid struck the wall behind them, leaving a scorched, smoking mark."We need to find its weak point!" Maeve shouted, continuing her assault with her sword, trying to pierce the black skin of the creature. However, their attacks seemed futile, leaving only small scratches that were ineffective.Darren, although his energy shield had weakened when he distracted the Guardian of the Mine, reinforced it again, protecting Lyra and Zephyr who were still near the destroyed drilling machine.Lyra observed the Guardian of t

"Grrrrr..." The Mine Guardian roared furiously at their arrival, its voice echoing throughout the cave filled with an eerie green light. Its glowing red eyes glared at them with pure hatred, and its massive body shifted restlessly, ready to attack."Disgusting creature," Maeve muttered, drawing her sword with a look of disgust mixed with wariness. "No wonder the land above is like this.""We have to stop it before it produces more dark crystals," Darren said, preparing to deploy an energy shield."Zephyr, can you find a way to stop that drilling machine?" Lyra asked quickly, her eyes fixed on the giant machine that continued to whir and emit black crystals.The small fairy nodded rapidly. "I'll try! This machine looks very old and fragile in some parts!" Zephyr then flew nimbly towards the giant drilling machine, avoiding the Mine Guardian's menacing movements.While Zephyr tried to stop the machine, Lyra, Darren, Maeve, and Seraphina prepared to face the Mine Guardian. The creature l

Creak... creak... Their footsteps crunched on loose gravel and dust within the dark and damp mine tunnel. The stench of rusted metal, grimy oil, and something rotten assaulted their nostrils, causing them to wrinkle their noses in disgust. The dim light emanating from Lyra's family journal was their sole guide through the suffocating blackness. The distant thrum of a drilling machine and the trickling of an unknown liquid added to the gloomy and menacing atmosphere of this place."This place is revolting," Seraphina whispered, her hand instinctively tightening on the hilt of her sword. The air felt heavy, thick with an aura of greed and decay."These Miners truly have no respect for nature," Maeve muttered, her eyes darting warily around every shadowy corner of the winding tunnel. The walls looked fragile, supported by rough-hewn timbers that appeared precariously placed."We need to be careful. Zephyr said this place is riddled with traps," Darren cautioned, walking ahead of Lyra and

"Ancient power older than Nyx?" Stormwing echoed Lyra's words, his brow furrowed in thought. The wind around him stirred gently, mirroring his confusion. The other Wind Lords exchanged glances, their expressions equally perplexed."Yes," Lyra replied, nodding earnestly. "The Keepers of the Nexus warned us of this threat. A power that could consume all of reality if left unchecked.""And you believe we, the Wind Lords confined to this dying desert, can aid you against such a formidable force?" a female Wind Lord asked, a hint of cynicism lacing her tone, though a flicker of curiosity danced within it."You possess incredible power over the winds," Darren interjected eagerly. "Your speed and strength could be invaluable assets in battle.""More than that," Zephyr chimed in, flitting closer to Lyra. "I sense a deep connection between you and the natural world, as we once had. Perhaps... together we can restore the lost balance to this world and the universe."Stormwing fell silent for a

The sound of shoe soles striking the underground concrete floor echoed like the relentless ticking of time. Thump. Thump. Thump. Rizal walked at the forefront, his body as taut as a violin string stretched to its breaking point. Behind him, Ucok, Nova, and Maya followed, each with a sharp gaze and faces etched with old wounds.Ucok, clutching the short firearm he had named "Little Trouble Maker," whispered softly, "Are you sure about this way, Zal? If this is a trap, we could end up as mafia shish kebab."Rizal didn't answer. But his eyes were fixed on the large metal door standing at the end of the corridor. Behind it, he believed, lay the truth. And perhaps blood.Nova, with his characteristic nonchalant style, said, "If this is the end, make sure I die in style. I don't want to perish in an ugly pose."Maya patted his shoulder. "Relax, I'll make sure you look like a criminal magazine model."Ucok grinned. "'The Last Woman Laughing at Hell.' Suits you."The door wasn't locked. Rizal

Darkness enveloped the room.Nova gripped her pistol tightly, her heart pounding wildly in her ears."The lights are flickering like they can't decide if they want to live or die," Ucok whispered behind Nova. "Is this a mafia bunker or a haunted house?""Focus, Cok!" Rizal replied in a low voice.Suddenly—small flashlights from the enemies' helmets flickered on one by one, like demonic eyes appearing all around them."Just say it's zombie cosplay," Ucok hissed, cocking his pistol.Nova moved first. She ducked and fired accurately at one helmet—thwack—the light went out along with a short scream. Instantly, a hail of bullets returned fire.The three of them scattered. Gunshots echoed wildly in the darkness. Muzzle flashes illuminated fleeting glimpses of hate-filled faces.Ucok rolled on the floor, seeking cover behind a cracked concrete pillar."I swear, Rizal, after this we're opening a satay business. This job is too heart-stopping!" Ucok yelled while firing blindly."If it's satay,

The whirring of helicopters shook the Jakarta night. Under the dim moonlight, Nova, Rizal, and Ucok looked up, holding their breath. The figure in the helicopter was no ordinary threat. It was Dimas Arta—their former ally who had disappeared during the big clash at the harbor. Now, he stood on the enemy's side.Nova clenched her fist. "I have to end this now."Without a word, Dimas jumped down using a cable from the helicopter, landing with precision on the wet asphalt. His right hand held an automatic rifle, his left hand pointed at Nova as if challenging her to a duel."Dare to face me, Nova!" Dimas shouted, his voice loud enough to overcome the roar of the helicopter propellers.Ucok gritted his teeth. "Let me finish him, Nova."Nova raised her hand, stopping Ucok. "This is my business."The humid Jakarta air felt even heavier. Everything seemed to stop. Even the remnants of the Black Order's men who had attacked earlier now stood in a circle, watching the bloody duel that was abou

Amid the downpour that blurred his vision, Nova stared straight ahead. His mind fixated on one thing he had never imagined – his older brother, whom he believed had died in the Black Order's attack years ago, was alive and part of the organization that controlled fear in Jakarta."This can't be happening. I have to know why he's doing this," Nova muttered to himself, feeling confused and angry.With determined steps, he moved through the crowd, following a trail that would uncover all the secrets.However, he knew that each step also meant danger drawing closer. The enemy would not let them proceed so easily.The night deepened in Jakarta, the streets began to empty, with only the roar of vehicle engines and the soft patter of rain audible. Nova's car sped along the wet road, creating ripples of water behind it. Inside the car, Rizal sat beside him, his gaze blank, as if unsure what to say."So... the older brother is still alive? Why is he here?" Rizal finally asked, breaking the sil

Darkness.Nova's breathing was heavy. She gripped her pistol tightly, hearing footsteps thudding around them.Ucok nudged Rizal's shoulder. "Bro, this is like a test of courage. But the difference is... the ghosts here carry AK-47s."Rizal took a long breath. "Dude... I haven't paid my warteg debt yet, bro."Nova's voice hardened. "Focus! They're coming."A shot rang out from the shadows. The bullet whizzed past, almost kissing Ucok's cheek.Ucok jumped behind a stack of crates. "HEY! This isn't an airsoft gun, you know!"Nova moved quickly. She switched on the small flashlight attached to her pistol, briefly cutting through the darkness—enough to see the silhouettes of four masked men.Without hesitation, Nova pulled the trigger.BANG! BANG!One man fell, the rest scattered.Rizal followed up by throwing a gas pipe at the enemy. One of them fell with a satisfying thunk!Ucok spun around, two pistols dancing in his hands. Every sound of footsteps was met with the sound of bullets."If

Ucok, Nova, and Rizal had just set foot in Jakarta. The hot air mixed with the smell of exhaust fumes greeted them at Pasar Senen station.Ucok fanned his jacket, wincing. "Jakarta... a place where you can get cilok, pickpockets, and the possibility of death in one step."Rizal looked at Nova, who had been pale since the airport. "Are you sure you want to meet Lukas Arjuna? Your own father?"Nova nodded slightly. "If he is indeed the one behind all this chaos... I will take his life myself."Ucok whistled softly. "Happy little family..."They walked through the narrow alleys of Pasar Senen. In the middle of the crowd, Lukas's eyes were already waiting.A becak stopped abruptly in front of them. Three men with tattooed, burn-scarred skin emerged.Nova reached for the pistol behind her hoodie.Ucok raised his hand. "Easy. This is Jakarta. Sometimes becaks are indeed filled with gangsters."Without further ado, a fight erupted.Ucok threw his sandal at the head of one thug. Nova kicked a