Novels by Favour Sunday

"Gotcha."The voice was a whisper behind her ear.Lyra twisted on instinct, kicking backwards.Too late."Tch. slow," Quinn said lazily, stepping aside as she caught Lyra’s leg mid-air and then with a fling, sent her sprawling across the training square.Lyra hit the ground hard, face-first. Gritting her teeth, she rolled and sprang up quickly, ignoring the outstretched hand offered to her.Dusting herself off, she glanced at the blonde woman leaning against the shadows of a stone archway. "How'd I do this time?"Ava stepped forward, arms crossed, her golden dreads catching the light. "You're faster, definitely. But your mental defenses are still weak."She gestured toward Quinn. "She sensed you were close to detecting her, so she used your fear. Made you think she'd already caught you—and it threw off your rhythm. You reacted, instead of acting."Lyra’s lips tightened. Ava was right. The moment she hea

Clutching her torn pants, Lyra squeezed through the crowd, navigating the bustle of a modest marketplace.A trader shouted over the noise, advertising her goods as a few buyers gathered around her stall. Laughter erupted nearby—children raced past Lyra, their giggles and carefree shouts a stark contrast to a silent city she remembered.She sighed and ignored the stares.Her appearance was.... different. And not in a good way.Her torn, slipping khakis exposed too much skin, and the scabs across her body made the townspeople look at her with discomfort—maybe even fear.Players healed quickly. Tonics, buffs—there were always ways to restore your health.NPCs regenerated on their own, unless they died of old age, thanks to Æther’s latest update... yes, even that was a thing now.So no one—no one—walked around with visible injuries.She turned a corner and spotted a large wooden board. A few worn-out words were painted across it:"Glades Field."She repeated the name under her breath, ta

Removing her soaked raincoat and swiping her wet feet against the equally drenched welcome mat, a little girl stepped into the modest house she shared with her mom and dad.The door shut behind her with a soft thud, sealing off the rhythmic patter of the rain. She skipped toward the kitchen, purposefully ignoring her mother’s disapproving gaze—a gaze that had warned her earlier not to play in the rain outside.“There’s a cup of tea on the small table beside the fridge. Drink it so you don’t catch a cold,” her mom instructed, her voice gentle but firm.“Okay, Momma,” the girl chirped, heading toward the fridge.Behind her, her mother’s lips curved into a smile as she watched the little girl’s carefree movements. But the smile didn’t last, as it soon dissolved into a frown.Too young to notice the tension hanging thick in the air, the girl continued toward her tea.She spotted the cup exactly where her mother said it would be. It was her favorite white china with little blue roses that

In a desert, in the throes of Chaos, the space in a particular area warped, showing signs of instability. Soon, a tear appeared, spitting out a group of people.Lyra rolled on the ground, her head throbbing, but she gritted her teeth and struggled to stand despite the pain, same as the rest."Are we lost?..again?" someone asked.The sound was like prickly pins stabbing at Lyra's ear. Her face contorted in pain."No," Mr. Rhett said, a frown on his face. Despite his cool demeanor, Lyra knew he was going through pains too; she could see his tightly clenched fist even though he tried to hide it."The portal couldn't bring us all the way into the city because of our numbers. But... it brought us close enough," Mr. Rhett continued, his hand pointing toward a string of light, connecting the sky and the ground.The team immediately understood. That was their way out of here.So they staggered off, some holding onto one another as they advanced.Just as they were steps away from reaching the

Having already broken the city rules, Lyra knew that they had very little time left for their mission.Moving her gaze from the eye-catching commotion, she steadied herself, holding her side in pain. Turning to her partner, she smiled wryly."I never really got your name. How about we have a reintroduction... I'm Lyra Voss," she said, stretching out her hand.The young man raised an eyebrow at her sudden change in demeanour, his confusion evident. "Should we be doing this now? I mean, Mr. Rhett and the rest might be in trouble."Lyra's eyes locked onto Victor's, her gaze unwavering. She cracked a small, determined smile, and Victor's expression softened. He shook her hand, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Well, I'm Victor. Victor Payton."Noticing his doubts, Lyra smiled, but it looked a little sad. "I don't know what might happen after this... but I at least want to know the name of someone who saved me.""I've also had some stereotypes towards you before, and I'd like to apologize

Lyra's eyes lingered on Mr. Rhett's back as he led the team downhill. His words still echoed in her mind, sending shivers down her spine.Exchanging glances with the rest of the group, they followed behind.As they descended, the landscape shifted from grassy hills to dense forest.The group were awed at the scenery, the soft rustle of the wind, the birds chirping in the trees, the soothing smell of nature, and the sight of such a familiar yet unfamiliar world.They trudged on, their footsteps muffled by the soft earth, but Lyra's heart was a panicked mess. The team were nearly at the bottom of the hill, yet everywhere remained quiet.Sure enough, one of her teammates spoke up, though not loud enough for Mr. Rhett to hear."We are already so close to the bottom of the hill, yet there's no sound to show that there's a town around here."Lyra heard it. Gripping her baton by her side, she twisted it, hoping it would calm the wandering thoughts in her head.Would they blame her?After all