Novels by Rukky

The desert was still burning. Velra shielded her eyes from the flare that had just erupted from the temple. Lira stood stunned blades lowered, mouth parted. The Hollow Flame stared, expression unreadable. From the crater, Kael emerged. But this wasn't the Kael they knew.His eyes were glowing, one white, one flickering silver. Veins of fire crawled under his skin. He hovered above the sand, cloak fluttering, body wrapped in white flame with undertones of something... older. Then he dropped to his knees, gasping. The light winked out. Silence fell.“Did I… pass?” he whispered.But instead of an answer. A second figure walked out of the smoke. A man with no shadow. He looked no older than thirty. But the moment Kael saw him, his chest clenched. The man radiated pressure gravity, almost.Skin like obsidian glass. Hair long and pale, flowing unnaturally behind him. Robes embroidered with runes that moved on their own.“Who…?” Kael asked. Velra’s voice cracked from behind. “That’s impossib

Days later, Kael and the others stood before a gaping canyon of swirling sand. It moaned. A sound like a dying breath ancient and endless. “The temple is alive,” Velra whispered. “It breathes when Soulborn approach.”Below them, a staircase descended into nothingness. Only Kael could enter. He turned to Lira. “If I don’t come back” “You’re coming back,” she cut him off. “Or I’ll drag your ghost out by the hair.” He gave a thin smile. Then stepped into the mouth of the temple.The stone grew warmer the deeper he walked. Symbols glowed along the walls languages he didn’t know, yet somehow understood. Burn only what you fear. Fear only what you hide.The first chamber lit itself as he entered. Tombs lined the walls standing upright, faces carved into them, mouths open. Whispers filled the air. They were speaking to him.“Blood of the First Flame… Forgotten Heir… Broken Son…”Kael’s heartbeat slowed. He wasn’t alone in the dark. A roar echoed through the corridor ahead. Then a mirror appe

The trees fell silent. Even the wind stopped breathing. Kael stood between Velra and Lira, staring at the figure in black. His coat billowed without wind. Silver eyes glinted beneath a hood of shadows.The Hollow Flame spoke first. “Lukan.” A name that felt like broken steel. The man known as the Black Wolf stepped forward barefoot on snow, yet untouched by cold. “You’ve kept him hidden long enough,” he said softly. “Now the leash is off.”Kael instinctively lit his hands fire crackling at his palms. The Hollow Flame grabbed his arm. “No. You can’t win this fight yet.”Lira whispered to Velra as they backed away: “Who is he?”Velra’s voice trembled. “Not a man. Not anymore. He was forged from the Void, stitched together from warlocks, assassins, and monsters the Council couldn’t control.”“He’s Soulborn?” “No. Worse. He’s what happens when you try to mimic one.”Kael stepped forward. “I won’t run.” The Black Wolf tilted his head. “Good. Running is boring.” He vanished. In a heartbeat,

The golden eye blinked once. Then it spoke. Not with words but with memory. Kael’s vision blurred. He was no longer in the forest. Instead, he stood in an endless hall of glass stars shimmering in the floor, constellations crawling across the walls like living veins of light.A Watcher floated before him ancient, faceless, robed in starlight and silence. “You are the vessel,” it whispered. “The last Soulborn.” Kael clenched his fists. “What is that?”“The one who holds the fragments of the Primordial Flame. A weapon… or a warning.” Flashes filled the space: A thousand warriors bowing before a child with burning eyes. Empires collapsing beneath storms of fire. A Council standing above a soul infused coffin, chanting Kael’s name.“They erased your path to prevent your rise,” the Watcher said.“But now… the seals fracture.”Kael snapped back, gasping steam rolling off his body. The eye vanished. The sky closed. Velra sat beside him, frost gone from her touch. Lira stood a few feet away,

The trees froze mid bloom. Velra’s power spread in a perfect ring, snowflakes hanging still in the air like time had fractured. Kael stood in the center, shirtless, breathing steam.Lira flanked him, blades drawn, flames pulsing from her palms. But Kael raised a hand. “No. She’s mine.” Velra tilted her head, her gaze sorrowful. “Then you’ve already lost.”She struck first sending ice shards faster than sound. Kael dodged one, two then caught the third mid-air and melted it in his fist. Their powers collided, frost against thunderfire. “Why are you doing this?” Kael shouted between blows.“Because I loved you,” Velra replied, “and they turned you into him.”While Kael fought for his life, the Hollow Flame stood at the cliff’s edge, watching the storm of magic light up the trees. He knew this moment would come. He knew Kael would ask the question. And he knew what lay buried beneath the temple under lock, seal, and blood oath.He whispered to the wind, as if to an old friend. “You alway

Kael awoke screaming. Not from pain but from remembrance. A woman’s face. Soft eyes. Crimson scarf.And the word she whispered before vanishing into flame: “Survive.”They were camped near the Vein of Storms. The battle with Thorne had left Kael bruised and cracked inside but something else had opened too. A fragment of his past. “I think I just saw my mother,” he murmured. The Hollow Flame stiffened.Lira sat beside him. “You remember her?”“Only the fire,” Kael whispered. “And her voice. She told me to survive. Like she knew what would come.” The Hollow Flame walked away. But Lira saw it, he was afraid.In a tower of ice, buried in a forgotten tundra, she stirred. They called her Velra the Pale, once a healer, now a hunter forged from frost and vengeance. The Council’s emissary bowed. “Kael Vale has awakened two fragments. Your turn has come.”She didn't speak. She simply opened a frozen cage… revealing a corpse. One that looked exactly like Kael. She placed her hand over its heart.

The spotlight burned white against the polished boardroom table, casting stark shadows across the faces frozen in shock. The chairman’s body sagged forward, his forehead resting against the mahogany surface, a crimson pool spreading beneath him.For a moment, no one moved. The world outside the glass wall seemed distant, the city lights cold and indifferent. Inside, the air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the faint tang of gunpowder.Adrian’s pulse was a war drum in his ears. His gaze flicked over the room, mapping movement, searching for the attacker. The assassin who had gone for him was gone vanished into the shadows.Then chaos erupted. “What the hell just happened?!” a board member shouted, his voice high with panic.“Security! Someone call security!” another yelled, fumbling with her phone. The woman with razor sharp cheekbones was already backing toward the exit. “This is a coup,” she hissed, eyes darting toward Adrian. Coup? The word struck like a blade.Adrian’

The city glimmered in the distance like a million fireflies trapped in glass. From the backseat of his new Maybach, Adrian watched the skyline blur past, but his mind was far from calm. The hum of the engine was steady, the leather seats soft, yet his chest felt as if a cold fist was tightening around it.An “emergency meeting,” the message had said. No context. No explanation. Just an urgent summons from the consortium’s board, accompanied by the consortium’s crest in gold and black. The tone had been clipped, almost hostile.Adrian knew this world well enough to understand one thing: in circles of immense power, “emergency” rarely meant good news.He drummed his fingers lightly on his knee, his reflection staring back at him from the tinted window. It was strange, this reflection wore a tailored suit worth more than he’d once earned in a year, a watch that could buy a small apartment, and yet his eyes were the same. Sharp. Searching. Suspicious.As the car pulled into the private un

Rain still poured, drumming on the rooftop like a funeral march. Adrian leaned over the ledge, scanning the shadows below where Silas had fallen or vanished. No body. No splash. Nothing. Behind him, Emily stirred, letting out a soft moan.Adrian spun around and knelt by her side. Her face was pale, soaked, lips trembling. “You’re safe,” he whispered. She blinked, dazed. “What... happened?”Grayson holstered his gun, stepping back from the edge. “He’s gone. For now.” Adrian helped Emily sit up. “They said my father was part of this. Was that a lie too?”Grayson didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached into his coat and pulled out a small, waterproof dossier. “Your father left more than just a name behind. This... this is your inheritance.” Adrian took the folder. Inside were old photos, blueprints, and a single page titled: ‘The Twelve Trials of the Consortium’.“I thought I was already the heir,” Adrian said, confused. “You are. But not the final one. You’re the successor. Your

Adrian didn’t move. The wind howled. The rain poured. Grayson’s gun was steady. So was Silas’s. Two barrels. Two lives. And one clock.Emily trembled under Silas’s grip, her cheek pressed to the muzzle of his pistol. Her eyes locked onto Adrian’s, silently pleading. Grayson stood behind Adrian, his gun aimed at the back of his head like it had been rehearsed."Put the gun down," Adrian said, without turning. "No," Grayson replied, voice firm. "Not until you choose." Adrian clenched his jaw. “You’re part of this?”“You think Silas works alone?” Grayson’s tone was almost apologetic. “This is bigger than you. Than her. Than any of us.” Silas chuckled. "He finally says something useful."The storm blurred everything, but Adrian’s mind was clearer than it had been in years. Silas. Grayson. Emily. The letters. The tests. The Game.He remembered the night in college, the night Silas vanished after a fire that killed two students. Everyone had assumed he died too. But Adrian had seen somethin

Rain pelted the balcony, stinging Adrian’s face as he vaulted over the railing. The wind roared in his ears, drowning out Emily’s muffled scream.Silas was already halfway down the building, descending like it was second nature, boots finding invisible footholds along the slick glass exterior. Emily struggled in his grip, but every twist she made was countered with a brutal precision that told Adrian this wasn’t the first hostage Silas had taken."Let her go!" Adrian’s voice was lost to the wind.He grabbed the maintenance cable that ran along the balcony’s edge and slid down, gloves burning with friction. The thirty floors below blurred together in flashes of lightning. Silas didn’t look up but Adrian saw his head tilt just slightly, the way a predator notices another predator.Silas swung himself onto a lower balcony, smashing the sliding door with one hard kick. Adrian landed seconds later, splintering glass under his boots.The condo they’d crashed into was dark, lit only by the s

The photo on Adrian’s phone burned into his vision. Timestamp: 3 minutes ago. Taken from inside his penthouse. Emily was asleep on the couch in the shot, head resting on the armrest, blanket tucked neatly under her chin. But that wasn’t what made Adrian’s pulse spike.It was the figure standing behind her. A tall, shadowed silhouette, leaning just close enough that if he’d been there in person, Adrian could’ve heard the whisper in Emily’s ear."Grayson!" Adrian barked, voice edged with urgency.The older man moved instantly, crossing the room to stand at his side. His eyes flicked to the phone, then to the couch. Emily was still there. Still asleep. The blanket was exactly as in the picture. Except now there was no one standing over her."Stay here," Grayson said sharply, already moving toward the kitchen with the smooth, silent steps of someone who’d done this a thousand times before.Adrian didn’t wait. He swept the balcony doors first locked. Windows sealed. The entire perimeter wa