Novels by Leeyah Adebiyi

Chapter Sixteen: Rise of the EclipseThe warmth of the glowing gate faded as Ethan stepped into the next realm. The path beneath him felt real—solid stone, lined with obsidian veins that pulsed faintly like a heartbeat. The air was different here. He could no longer sense the lingering traces of illusion; this was the real world, but not the one he knew.He had passed the Veil of Deception and emerged with his integrity intact. Yet his journey was far from over.The trees that flanked the path were skeletal, their branches reaching like claws toward the dimming sky. A thick silence lay over the realm, broken only by the occasional whisper of wind through dead leaves. Ahead, a monolith towered over the horizon—smooth, black, and imposing. Etched into its face was a symbol Ethan had seen only once before, in the oldest of the Seer’s scrolls: the Eclipse Sigil.The voice returned, solemn and clear.“The Final Trial begins. The fate of both worlds now rests in balance.”Ethan’s steps quick

Chapter Fifteen: The Veil of DeceptionThe sky above the trial grounds darkened into a menacing crimson hue, an omen of the deception that awaited Ethan. The path ahead was narrow, flanked by jagged cliffs that loomed like silent sentinels. A chill seeped into his bones, not from the air, but from the unknown.Ethan had barely recovered from the Trial of Trust. That challenge had unraveled part of him—left him raw yet stronger. But something about this next trial unnerved him. He had heard the whispers in the corridors of the spirit realm, legends about the Veil of Deception. It was said to break even the most iron-willed, bending their minds with illusions crafted from the deepest recesses of their fears and desires.As he stepped onto the stone pathway leading into the heart of the trial, the voice returned, echoing with a strange tone, almost sympathetic this time."To see is not always to know. To feel is not always to trust. The Trial of Deception will show you a world that could

Chapter Fourteen: Echoes of the PastEthan stood before the sealed temple at the edge of the Northern Ridge, its massive obsidian doors humming with ancient, residual energy. The ruins loomed like the spine of some long-dead god, veined with vines and glowing glyphs that pulsed in time with the wind. Behind him, Alina, Soren, and a few trusted warriors waited silently. The dawn sky spilled soft gold over the landscape, casting long shadows that danced across the stone.Today, they weren’t here to fight. They were here to learn."This is where it all began," Ethan murmured, placing his palm on the cold surface of the door. A jolt of energy met his touch, not malicious—just... familiar.Soren stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "You’re sure you want to open this? The seal might be keeping something in."Ethan nodded. "And knowledge. Perhaps even the truth."Alina, ever the calm voice of reason, added, "We won’t face the future blindly. If we’re to protect the realm, we need to understan

Chapter Thirteen: Ashes and EmbersThe sun rose slowly over Kaelor, casting long, hesitant rays through the battered windows of the old palace. The city still bore the marks of its upheaval—burnt banners, cracked stones, and silent streets littered with memories. But beneath it all was a fragile calm, a silence that spoke not of fear, but of waiting. Watching.Ethan stood at the highest balcony of the palace, cloaked in a simple tunic, the Blade of Purpose strapped to his back. He was no longer the boy who had once fled these halls in the dead of night. Nor was he the reluctant wanderer who had stumbled through the Trials hoping to find meaning in pain. He was something new—redefined by fire, hardened by loss, but softened by clarity.Behind him, the great chamber of counsel was stirring. The new ruling council, elected from every province and faction, was assembling to begin rebuilding the realm. For the first time in decades, leaders from the North and South, the Forest Tribes and t

Chapter Twelve: The Weight of the CrownEthan descended from the mountain as the sun crowned the horizon, casting golden light over the realm. For a moment, the world held its breath—still and silent—as though acknowledging the birth of something new. He had passed the final trial, emerged with clarity and strength, and wielded the Blade of Purpose. But he was no longer just a survivor of trials. He was a symbol, a rising legend.The winds shifted.By the time Ethan reached the valley below, a company of riders awaited him. Their armor bore the insignia of the Order of the Luminous Flame—those who had once hunted him as a traitor. Now, they dismounted, heads bowed in reverence.“Shadow Heir,” their leader said, voice firm but respectful. “Word reached us. The Trials accepted you. We serve now, not as jailers, but as your blades.”Ethan looked at each of them—men and women once driven by fear, duty, or ignorance. He saw no hatred in their eyes, only respect and a flicker of hope.“I am

Chapter Eleven: The Final TrialEthan walked forward, the gentle breeze brushing against his face like a whisper of encouragement. The landscape that had once been chaotic and ever-shifting was now tranquil. Rolling meadows stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with vibrant wildflowers swaying in rhythm with the wind. Yet, despite the peace, Ethan knew better than to be lulled into comfort. The final trial lay ahead, and he could feel it in the air—a hum of power, ancient and potent, resonating just beneath the surface.He followed the path that unfurled before him, each step deliberate, purposeful. With each breath, he centered himself, calling upon the lessons he had learned in the previous trials. Strength. Courage. Trust. These were no longer just abstract concepts. They were etched into his very soul.The path led him to a colossal stone archway. Towering above him, it was carved with intricate runes that shimmered faintly with a silver light. As he approached, the runes