Novels by Moody

Morning came. Alex Mendoza adjusted his shirt collar in the car...He felt like a great ruler.Beside him, Lena and Juliet sat with silicone masks covering their faces.The masks were very smooth...Making their faces look like unrecognizable strangers."Are you ready?" Alex asked.He grinned widely...Clearly impatient."After we succeed... I'll quickly tear Samantha apart," Juliet hissed."And I want to see Logan kneeling begging for his life," Lena added.Her eyes gleamed full of hatred.Alex nodded satisfied.He didn't know that Logan had returned.In his mind, Logan no longer had power...Or maybe he was already dead miserably...Today, he would take over the Storm Fang clan.He would become the new ruler in the martial arts world.The black car stopped in front of the Storm Fang clan headquarters.The building looked quiet.As if it could never be disturbed by the hustle and bustle of the world."Let's go!" Alex got out confidently.They stepped into the lobby.Several Storm Fa

Night crept down...Covering the remains of destruction in the middle of the cold forest.The forest that had been a den of death was now level with the ground.The government had sealed the entire area.There was no more Blood Fang clan...No more hiding places.No more kidnappings...Threats...Even murders...Everything ended in one night...As if what had happened was only a dream in the midst of fever.Logan stared out the window of the SUV that was bringing him back to the city center.News of Logan's return was kept very tight.The outside world - his enemies - might still think the master of Cloudreach was missing or perhaps already dead...Only a handful of people knew.Camilla, President Mason, and the Blackwood family.That night, a secret dinner was held at Logan's private villa.The atmosphere was calm...Everyone seemed relieved after what had happened.But some also seemed reluctant...Sitting with the state president...It was never imaginable.Servants moved soundless

"Master!"Chen exclaimed... He hurried closer toward Logan.Behind him, Francis followed in silence - glancing around... Making sure that everything was safe.Logan leaned against a large cold stone.His body slumped slightly.Fresh red blood soaked his torn shirt.His face was pale.Cold sweat poured from his temples."Don't shout, Chen," Logan said softly - his voice hoarse."I'm not dead yet."Chen arrived in front of Logan.He immediately knelt down.His eyes stared at the wounds on his master's body."You... You're alright aren't you...""David... What about David Black?" Chen asked again.Logan coughed several times."Dead.""My pure power reflected his black power.""Like being hit by a counterattack.""But he was still dying at that time.""I could only kill him with my new divine technique."Logan tried to take a long breath.Although he had reflected that attack - it didn't mean sparks of evil power didn't attack his body.Cleaning the evil power that contaminated his body w

The forest wind howled fiercely.The sound of helicopters faded away, leaving behind an oppressive silence.Logan stood upright.His eyes stared deep into the swaying bushes.Beside him, Chen assumed a low stance."They're coming," Chen hissed.Footsteps sounded in unison...The damp earth seemed to tremble...Not long after, dozens of men in black appeared.They surrounded Logan and Chen.In front of them... Old Ramon stepped forward.His face was wrinkled, but his eyes radiated a real thirst for blood.Ricky stood beside him - grinning widely."You're truly insane, Logan," Old Ramon said. His voice was hoarse."Letting everyone leave and choosing to die here."Logan smirked."Die? I'm here to make sure you never leave this forest alive.""So arrogant!" Ricky shouted.He leaped forward, aiming for Logan's neck with his sturdy hands.Chen rushed to stand in front of Logan."Deal with Ricky! Let the old man be my part!" Logan commanded.Logan moved faster.As Ricky lunged - Logan only

The guards dragged Oliver out of that room.But faintly he heard Magnus's conversation with someone.It seemed he was on the phone.Oliver was still struggling and screaming like a madman.But what Magnus said in there was accidentally heard by him."I did blow up that prison.""The money I spent was tremendous.""Who would have thought the results would be so disappointing."Magnus's voice wasn't loud - but Oliver's hearing was sharp enough.It wasn't Logan who killed them...Not Logan...It was the people he had trusted all this time...This...Wasn't this his fault?His fault for trusting them...And in the end his friends..."Bastard..." Oliver whispered.His eyes widened."They...""They're the ones who killed them!"Oliver screamed, trying to struggle even harder.He screamed even until his voice was hoarse...Until his vocal cords hurt."Grant! Magnus! You killed my friends just to use me!"The guards just looked at him flatly.They quickly took Oliver away - toward the undergr

The main hall of Cloudreach was filled with a sea of people.Hundreds of reporters jostled...Their cameras ready to target prey.Flash lights struck incessantly - as if ready to blind everyone's eyes.The atmosphere was very noisy.Like...A grand feast with extraordinarily delicious dishes.Everyone shouted questions, demanding answers about the scandal that hit Cloudreach.And its original leader...Logan.Backstage, Camilla took a long breath.Her hands trembled slightly, her face looked calm as if undisturbed at all.She straightened her blazer - then stepped out toward the podium."She's coming!" exclaimed a reporter.Cameras immediately spotlighted Camilla."Miss Camilla! Is it true Logan Anderson is a fraud?""Is Cloudreach built on dirty money?""Comment on his past!""Is it true he's a murderer?""Is he really a cruel psychopath?"Camilla raised her hand - her jaw hardening slightly.That was a signal for them all to be quiet.But that crowd was like starving wild beasts.Th

The sound of firm footsteps echoing away from the apartment door became a temporary farewell bell, seeing her husband off toward the battlefield.Quinn hugged the pillow that still carried her husband's scent for several minutes, unwilling to let go of the lingering warmth from their heated struggle the previous night.The brown-haired woman finally gave in, forcing herself to throw back the thick blanket before straightening her slightly wrinkled nightshirt.She slowly turned the doorknob to her bedroom, stepped out into the living room while casually tying up her hair.At that exact second, the guest room door at the end of the hallway creaked open as well, breaking the apartment's silence.Diane emerged from behind the door wearing pajamas, tidying her curled hair as she looked around."Who just left? Your husband?" Diane asked with a frown.Quinn stopped in the middle of the hallway, glancing at her mother expressionlessly.The squeak of wheels scraping against the floor followed,

The kiss that had begun as an act of Quinn's desperation had now transformed into a blazing fire of passion, consuming the last remnants of restraint they both possessed.Marcus smoothly shifted into a dominant position, pressing his wife's slender body down until Quinn's back rested fully against the soft sofa.Every lingering, heated kiss they exchanged seemed to voice their protest against every boundary that had existed throughout their marriage.Their ragged breaths collided, creating a chaotic harmony that overwhelmed the silence of the apartment that night.Marcus's rough fingers now glided gently along the graceful curve of his wife's neck, making her writhe as she quickly wrapped both arms around the neck of the man above her.The territorial boundaries and doubts that had remained frozen in Quinn's heart for months finally melted away without a trace.To her, the endless mysteries surrounding the background of the enigmatic man holding her no longer held any importance.Marc

Only a few seconds after the sedan carrying Moran disappeared around the corner, the screech of another car's tires tore through the silence.A black SUV came to an abrupt stop just inches from the tip of Marcus's shoes.The driver's door swung open, revealing Callum, who immediately strode toward his superior with a face etched in tension."The situation in the capital has just taken a turn for the worse," Callum reported, getting straight to the point without bothering with a greeting. "We can't delay any longer.""Our headquarters was reduced to ruins by a series of bomb attacks half an hour ago," the man continued. "Hundreds of our troops have been brought down by a nerve-paralyzing toxin."Marcus's jaw slowly tightened, his expression darkening within seconds."This all happened because two of our executives decided to betray us." Callum let out a harsh snort, his face growing even gloomier. "The two of them unlocked the security code for the defensive gate, allowing those rebel

Alexander's hysterical denial simply dissipated into the afternoon breeze without anyone paying it any attention.Marcus did not even bother glancing at the man, his attention shifting toward Seraphina instead.The woman took two steps backward, her pupils darting around as though the Grim Reaper were drawing closer to her."You think you're safe hiding behind your brother's madness, Miss Sterling?" Marcus greeted calmly.Seraphina swallowed hard, unconsciously clutching the hem of her dress. "S-shut your mouth, you beggar! How dare you...""How dare I what?" Marcus interrupted, lowering his face as he locked eyes with Seraphina, whose gaze trembled even more. "Expose your cheap little hobby of sneaking into the beds of wealthy heirs?"Seraphina's face instantly lost all color, resembling a marble statue.The spectators, who had just been stunned by Alexander's disgrace, once again held their breath, preparing their ears for the second act of the scandal."You sell your charm to the y

"Look at this cheap melodrama, two dogs from an inferior breed have finally come together to lick each other's wounds in the trash!" the woman mocked, pointing straight at Moran's wrinkled face."Maybe we should give them a street stage so they can beg for coins together after this," Alexander added, spitting onto the sidewalk.Moran trembled in fear, clutching Marcus's sleeve while forcing himself to take short breaths."G-go, Marcus... leave this old man here before you lose your life as well," the old man whispered with the last of his strength.Marcus merely gave the back of Moran's hand a gentle pat."No one is leaving, Moran, and no one is going to lay a finger on you again today," the man replied.That statement instead drew a disgusted snort from Seraphina, who raised her left hand and waved her fingers through the air."Teach these two homeless bums a valuable lesson so they know where they should bow their filthy heads!" she ordered.Five large men dressed entirely in black

Interpreting Marcus's silence as a form of foolish defiance, Seraphina clicked her tongue. "So, you really intend to test my patience to the very end, you piece of street trash?" the woman demanded, her eyes darting around until they caught the silhouette of a middle-aged male waiter limping across the café courtyard, dragging one of his legs behind him. The neatly uniformed man, who appeared to be nearing his fifties, was carrying a silver tray filled with a dozen empty crystal glasses. His stiff right leg caused each step to produce a soft dragging sound. "Hey, you lame old waiter, get over here right now!" Seraphina called, arrogantly snapping her fingers. The degrading summons immediately halted the waiter's steps, and he hurried over with an anxious expression. "I-is there anything I can help you with, Miss?" he asked, bowing his head deeply. Seraphina curled her lips into a crooked smile. "I need your help teaching this stray dog in front of me some upper-class manners,"