Novels by Olugbengapens

The Reviser does not retreat. It simply recalibrates. Its body,if it can even be called that, shimmers, fractures for a fraction of a second, then re-stabilizes into that calm, impossible geometry of light and intention. A flawless thing trying to remember what a flaw is. Frank stands in front of it, chest heaving, hands shaking violently. His legs threaten to buckle every other heartbeat. The ember inside him that detonated moments ago is still burning, but in a wild, uneven rhythm, power he shouldn’t be able to hold, surging and spiking like it’s trying to test him from the inside. He forces his posture straight anyway. If the Reviser is going to kill him, it won’t be while he’s on his knees. The being that was Elara,still stunned from the last shockwave, is crawling upright, pushing off the fractured stone with unsteady arms. Her voice is hoarse, threaded with panic: “You can’t fight it. Not like this.It will rewrite you again.”Frank doesn’t look back. He keeps his eyes lock

The sky tears wider, not like fabric, but like something alive being forced open from the other side. Frank feels it before he sees it: a cold pressure, deliberate and ancient, pushing down on his flame like a giant palm pressing against his spine. The being flinches. “Frank… this isn’t another fragment. This is,”“I know.”He doesn’t blink.and doesn't step back. His fire coils tighter inside him, winding like a blade preparing to strike. A voice seeps through the widening rift: “You destroyed the candidate.”Frank exhales slowly. “Yeah. I did.”“You rejected a replacement.”“I prefer being myself.”A low vibration ripples across the ground. “Unacceptable.”The being’s voice trembles,an extremely rare fear. “Frank,we need to move. We can’t fight whatever’s stepping through that. That’s not a parasite. That’s not a mirror. That’s,”Frank cuts her off: “Something that wants me gone.”“No,something that wants you corrected.”The tear in the sky splits fully, a vertical wound bleeding

The molten creature pushes deeper into Frank’s chest, not physically, but through the fire itself,sliding between layers of heat and memory like a parasite worming into a living star.Frank staggers backward, teeth clenched hard enough to crack. His vision flickers,gold, black, gold again, his fire spasming under a pressure that isn’t its own.The being rushes toward him, voice sharp: “DON’T LET IT INSIDE,DON’T LET IT NAME YOU!”Frank growls through clenched teeth, “It’s,trying,too damn,hard.”The molten creature’s arm is elbow-deep in his sternum now, its molten shape dissolving, melting into pure gold liquid that crawls under Frank’s skin like burning vines.It doesn’t feel like he’s being possessed. It feels like he’s being eaten.Piece by piece. It hisses, half a voice and half a scream: “I want your place, your shape, your world, your fire, your name.”Frank snarls: “You can have my pain instead.”He slams his flaming fist into the creature’s remaining torso, but there is no

The molten sphere at the center of the ruined street pulses like a wounded star. Each beat sends ripples through the air,heat shimmering, gravity bending, light warping around it as though refusing to touch. Frank stands still. Not frozen. Not afraid. Just calculating. The being watches him with a tension that borders on terror. “Frank,don’t get closer.”“It’s reacting to me,” he murmurs. “It’s been reacting to me since it appeared.”“That’s what terrifies me.”A long crack splits down the sphere’s surface, spilling molten gold across the stone like blood from a future that shouldn’t exist. The pulse sharpens, faster, louder, synchronized with Frank’s heartbeat. The being lifts her hand. “Frank, listen carefully. That thing is not just your future,it’s the compression of every possible version of what the Root wants you to be. The part of the timeline you refused.”Frank’s jaw tightens. “I didn’t refuse anything. It just isn’t me.”Another crack. A hiss,like steam escaping from a

The dust settles in a choking wave. Frank squints through the haze, fire swirling instinctively around his hands as he tries to focus on the silhouette standing over the crumpled Arbiter. The being beside him stiffens.“ That shape, ”Frank whispers, voice cracking: “No. No. That’s not possible.”The figure steps forward. Slow. Heavy. Purposeful. And horribly, unmistakably familiar. Frank’s lungs seize. Because the thing that crushed the Arbiter is him. Or rather, a version of him. A warped reflection. A shadow given mass. A body built from fire and soot and fractured rage. A giant, charred, half-armored silhouette of Frank Williams emerges from the dust like an executioner walking out of the smoke of his own crimes.It stops ten feet away, head tilting once, studying him with hollow, ember-filled sockets. The being whispers: “This isn’t like the last one.”Frank swallows hard. “No kidding ”“This one isn’t a duplicate. It’s not your reflection. It’s,”“Something I haven’t done yet,

The world holds its breath. Not metaphorically,literally. Every gust of wind halts mid-whirl. Every shout thins into silence. Every trembling stone freezes in the instant before it falls. And at the center of that suspended, perfect stillness: Frank and the Not-Elara hang locked together, inches apart, both caught in a moment that refuses to move forward. Not a pause. Not mercy. A command. Something greater than either of them has seized the timeline and pulled its spine straight. Frank sucks in air but it doesn’t leave his lungs. It just sits there, burning. His muscles are steel bands refusing to slacken. Fire coils around his fists like living serpents, trapped mid-lunge. The being is motionless too,yet somehow aware, eyes following him even though the rest of its body obeys the frozen second. Its gaze hums with recognition. “You feel it too,” it murmurs,its voice vibrating inside his skull, bypassing time entirely. “The world isn’t stopping us. Something else is.”Frank trie

The city groaned under rain and neon, streets slick with water and debris. Raymond’s crimson eyes burned through the mist, the System pulsing violently through his veins. Every shadow, every sound, every movement streamed as data into his consciousness.“SYSTEM ALERT: HIGH PRIORITY TARGET DETECTED. MASTER NETWORK NODE ACTIVE. ENGAGEMENT REQUIRED.”Kiera stumbled beside him, drenched, breathing hard. “Raymond… who is this person? They… they control everything?”Raymond’s jaw tightened. “Not everything. Yet. But they’re the reason the debts are more than numbers, they’re weapons.”From above, a faint red glow coalesced into a humanoid figure standing on the edge of a skyscraper. Cloaked in darkness, presence radiating raw authority, the figure’s eyes glinted with intelligence and malice.“SYSTEM ALERT MASTER NETWORK NODE CONFIRMED. THREAT LEVEL MAXIMUM.”Raymond’s crimson eyes narrowed. “Finally… the source.”“OBSERVATION: MULTIPLE CONNECTIONS BETWEEN ADVERSARIES AND MASTER NODE DETE

Rain slashed through the streets of Manhattan like needles. Neon signs flickered against wet asphalt, reflecting off puddles that shimmered like fractured mirrors. Raymond’s crimson eyes glowed beneath his hood. The System pulsed through him, threading into every nerve, every muscle, every thought.“THREAT: MASSIVE ADVERSARY DETECTED. MULTIPLE HOSTILES CONVERGING. SYSTEM ALERT: MAXIMUM ENGAGEMENT REQUIRED.”Kiera stumbled behind him, voice trembling. “Raymond… we can’t… there are too many!”“Count them,” he muttered, voice low, “then erase them one by one.”The massive shadow loomed ahead, its presence radiating suffocating force. Smaller attackers flanked it like predators circling prey. The central figure from the park stood just behind, smirking, watching the storm about to break.“SYSTEM ALERT: TARGET CONNECTION HIGH. PRIORITY: MAXIMUM.”Raymond’s lips tightened. “The network… I see its threads now.”“OBSERVATION: MULTIPLE CONNECTIONS BETWEEN ADVERSARIES. DATA INCOMPLETE. RECO

The skyline of New York blurred through rain and neon reflections. Raymond sprinted across rooftops, Kiera close behind, the System thrumming like a living heartbeat beneath his skin. Every shadow, every ripple of light, every sound of the city became a data point,guiding, predicting, calculating.“TARGET: SHADOW FIGURE – EXTREME THREAT. LOCATION: MULTIPLE.”“Raymond… how are we supposed to survive this?” Kiera gasped, struggling to keep pace.He didn’t answer immediately. Focus. Data. Prediction. The System pulsed violently, projecting probabilities, escape vectors, engagement strategies.“SYSTEM ALERT: MULTIPLE HOSTILES DETECTED. THREAT LEVEL: MAXIMUM.”Raymond’s eyes glinted crimson. “We adapt. That’s how.”From the mist below, the towering figure from the park emerged, flanked by multiple shadows, moving in perfect synchronization. The city’s noise dimmed around them, the rain and neon painting the scene with tension.“ENGAGEMENT PROTOCOL: FULL SCALE.”“You shouldn’t have follow

The city hummed with late-night life, oblivious to the invisible war unfolding above its streets. Raymond moved with predatory precision through narrow alleys and fire escapes, the System thrumming beneath his skin, every step calculated, every sound amplified.“TARGET ESCAPED: CENTRAL PARK. NEW TRAIL DETECTED. DISTANCE: 1.2 MILES.”Kiera ran beside him, panting, her coat soaked, eyes wide. “Raymond… are we… chasing ghosts now?”“Ghosts can kill,” he muttered, voice low. “And these aren’t ordinary people.”“SYSTEM ALERT: MULTIPLE THREAT SIGNALS DETECTED. POTENTIAL AMBUSH.”Raymond scanned the rooftops. Shadowed figures moved above, watching, waiting. His pulse synchronized with the System’s rhythm.“RECOMMENDATION: ENGAGE ONLY IF NECESSARY. OTHERWISE, PURSUIT OPTIMAL.”Ahead, a faint red glow flickered in a window of a high-rise overlooking the East River. The escaped figure from Central Park had paused, unaware that every heartbeat was being traced. Raymond’s lips tightened. “Ther

The moon hung low over Central Park, pale and cold, reflecting off puddles from the late evening rain. Raymond moved along the gravel paths, hood drawn, eyes scanning. Every streetlamp flicker, every shadow beneath the trees, every distant sound registered with unnatural precision,the System whispering through his veins.“TARGET: UNKNOWN AGENT – HIGH PERSONAL RELEVANCE. DISTANCE: 0.6 MILES.”Kiera walked beside him, silent, clutching her bag as if it could shield her from what was coming. “I don’t like this,”she said quietly. “Everywhere we go, something… follows.”Raymond didn’t answer immediately. He adjusted his pace, letting her words sink. The System hummed, almost amused.“OBSERVATION: HUMAN EMOTIONAL RESPONSE DETECTED. POTENTIAL INTERFERENCE.”He let a faint smile touch his lips. “You’re right,” he said finally. “But fear… can be useful.”Kiera glanced at him, unease written across her face. “Useful? You’re saying you’re… you’re going to,”“Stay focused,” he interrupted. “T

Rain streaked across the skyscrapers like liquid mirrors, reflecting the neon chaos of New York below. Raymond stood on the roof of an abandoned warehouse in Queens, phone in hand, the System humming through him like a living pulse.“NEXT TARGET: Kiera Lawson – 2.4 MILES.”“STATUS: ACTIVE. PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP DETECTED.”Raymond exhaled. “Personal, huh?” he muttered. “Guess I’ve got a family reunion after all.”“WARNING: EMOTIONAL INTERFERENCE HIGH. CONTROL RECOMMENDED.”He flicked his eyes toward the street. The city moved oblivious to the invisible chess game unfolding above it. Cars honked. Pedestrians argued over umbrellas. Somewhere, a siren wailed. And somewhere else, Kiera was walking, unaware that the System’s red pulse tracked her heartbeat as surely as her shadow.Raymond stepped off the ledge, landing lightly in the alley below. Water splashed around his boots. He moved like a ghost between dumpsters and parked vans, weaving through the night. A voice in his head: “MET