Novels by Leeyah Adebiyi

Chapter Twenty-Four: The ConvergenceThe storm that had brewed over realms and hearts for so long finally reached its eye. The winds of fate, once subtle whispers, now howled with clarity. Ethan stood on the precipice of convergence—where past choices, future hopes, and present struggles collided like stars in a collapsing galaxy.The city of Orenth, once a bastion of ancient knowledge and hidden power, had awakened. Its streets, now alive with flickering magic, pulsed beneath Ethan's feet. The Eclipse Sigil on his palm shimmered violently, resonating with the ley lines beneath the city. This place was a nexus—a final gathering of all forces.Allies had come. From the Ashen Plains rode the Stormborne, their thunder-marked steeds galloping with purpose. From the Sapphire Coast came the Tidecallers, trident-bearing warriors clad in armor of seafoam and coral. And from the whispering woods of Lyra, the Sylvan Elites marched in harmony with their spirit beasts.Ethan, now bearing the titl

Chapter Twenty-Three: The ReckoningThe sky was no longer the color of twilight but a deep, stormy obsidian, as if the heavens themselves held their breath. Ethan stood at the edge of the Citadel of Echoes, the final bastion between the Realm of Light and the ever-encroaching Shadowlands. Below him, the armies gathered, a sea of banners, armor, and conviction. The final reckoning was no longer a promise—it was now.He gripped the hilt of his sword, Dawnpiercer, its edge humming with the energy of every trial he had passed. The blade pulsed in sync with his heartbeat, as if it too were alive, aware, and ready. Aeris stood beside him, her eyes fierce and steady, her glaive resting across her back like a coiled predator. Around them, the remaining Champions of the Realm prepared in silence. There was no need for words anymore.A whisper of wind brushed against Ethan’s ear, and with it came the familiar voice of the Oracle."The moment comes when your soul will be weighed, not against you

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Shattered HorizonThe sky over the Realm of Radiance had never known darkness—until now.As Ethan and his companions stepped beyond the Obsidian Arch, the final gate that separated the Spiritlands from the mortal plane, a heavy silence greeted them. The light that once bathed the realm in gold now dimmed to an eerie gray, as if the very essence of hope had been drained from the air. The vast citadel of Haldrith, once a monument of shimmering spires and celestial gardens, now stood cracked and marred. Shadows lingered where none should exist.Aeris gripped her staff tightly, her knuckles pale. "This isn't just corruption. This is devastation."Lirael knelt and pressed her palm to the broken stone path. Her eyes flickered as visions danced in her mind. "They came through here not long ago. The Soultakers. Led by the Hollow King."At the mention of that name, a hush fell over the group.Ethan turned toward Kael, his brother-in-arms and the ever-watchful sentinel o

Chapter Twenty-One: Shadows of ReclamationThe wind howled like a wounded beast over the fractured terrain of Virelia, where firelight from torched banners danced in the night like spirits seeking rest. The city, once vibrant with the hum of trade and laughter, now stood haunted—its stone roads cracked, its towers blackened by siege, and its people either hiding or gone. But above it all, in the heart of the capital’s fortress, stood Ethan.His fingers curled around the hilt of his father’s reforged blade. The steel shimmered faintly, as though imbued with every sacrifice made to reach this point. Behind him, Aeris stood tall, her cloak fluttering in the wind. Her gaze never left the towering spires where Lucien, the usurper, waited."Are you ready?" she asked.Ethan inhaled deeply. The air smelled of ash and blood, but also of change. “I don’t know if I’m ready,” he said. “But I know I can’t turn back.”Together, they ascended the final stairway.The throne room had changed. It was no

Chapter Twenty: Embers of DestinyThe skies above the realm churned with the quiet tremors of dawn, streaks of orange and violet slicing through the fading veil of night. Ethan stood atop a high bluff, the wind tugging at his cloak, his gaze cast across the horizon where shadows once ruled. Behind him, the last echoes of the Whispering Grove faded with the wind, the Keeper’s words still lingering in his heart.“You’ve seen the weight of forgotten truths. Now bear them with honor, not fear.”The fire within Ethan had been reignited. Where once uncertainty had clouded his path, now there burned a sense of quiet resolve. He had passed through deception, sacrifice, betrayal, and awakening. The fragments of his past—his mother’s smile, the pain of loss, the ache of power unfulfilled—all were now pieces of his armor, not his chains.As he descended the bluff, Aeris joined him, her presence a steadying force. She wore her battle gear now—lightweight armor laced with the sigil of the Northern

Chapter Nineteen: The Flame of ResolutionThe silence after the confrontation between Ethan and the Guardians stretched like an uneasy breath. The council chamber, etched with runes and ancient glyphs, still vibrated faintly with the residue of power. Ethan stood at the center, the artifact—now dormant—in his hand, its glow pulsing like a faint heartbeat.Outside the council sanctum, the skies raged. Thunder cracked the heavens open, releasing torrents of silver rain. The world itself seemed to echo the tension that lingered in the chamber.“You should rest,” Master Cael said, his voice softer than usual. “There is much to discuss, but first, your strength must return.”Ethan nodded, but his eyes remained locked on the artifact. It was more than a tool. It was a symbol now—of choice, of sacrifice, and of truths revealed.He turned to leave the chamber, only to be met by Kael, who had waited just beyond the archway.“You didn’t trust me,” Kael said, not with anger, but with quiet disapp