Novels by Moody

The fighter grinned, revealing his large teeth as drool continued to drip from his mouth, lunging without warning.His clenched fist flew forward before crashing into a concrete pillar right beside Marcus.The stone exploded outward, the fragments immediately scattering across the warehouse floor.Marcus barely shifted, allowing the attack to pass inches from his shoulder before calmly stepping aside."Stand still!" the man growled. "Bastard, don't move!""Why?" Marcus asked flatly. "So you can hit the air more efficiently?"The fighter's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening at the mockery.He swung his fist again, faster this time, the air hissing from the force behind it.Marcus tilted his head, letting the fist pass merely a hair's breadth from his face."You're afraid! You're clearly too afraid of me!" the fighter snarled. "Everyone's afraid once they see what I've become! Including you!"Marcus said nothing, his eyes following every movement, shift, even twitch of the man's shoulder

Marcus arrived at the outpost just after dawn, the wreckage still smoldering beneath a pale grey sky.The soldiers stood scattered among the ruined vehicles, their bodies bandaged and exhausted, their eyes following Marcus with a wariness they couldn't hide.None of them recognized his face.Yet they said nothing, merely avoiding him with uneasy expressions.Marcus slowly walked around the third vehicle, the one carrying the container in question.Unlike the others, the vehicle had not been destroyed by the explosion.Its doors had been pried open with precision, clearly not forced open through sheer strength, while the surrounding metal was barely scratched."They didn't want to damage this one," Marcus murmured.The Commander limped toward him, one arm in a sling. "Sir. We didn't expect—""The cargo was the main objective from the start," Marcus said, cutting through the formality. "Everything else was a distraction."The Commander nodded slowly. "That matches what one of my men hea

Marcus's grip tightened slightly around the phone. "Get me everything on our last military operation," he said quietly. "Now."After a while, everything was delivered and Marcus read it calmly. His expression turned cold the moment he was done. He had spent years trying to put his military life behind him, and after finally retiring, he had no intention of allowing the past to drag him back into a world he had deliberately walked away from. Yet someone had just taken an operation he believed was long dead and brought it back into the present. Worse, one of the surviving soldiers had mentioned something that immediately caught Marcus’s attention. The attackers had used a particular combat technique, one Marcus recognized almost instantly. It was old, extremely dangerous, and supposed to have disappeared decades ago. Callum noticed the change in his expression. “You know that technique?” Marcus folded the report and handed it back to him. “I know enough.” “Should I investigat

The convoy moved through the northern mountain pass under a sky filled with grey clouds, the engines rumbling low against the silence of the mountains.Six military vehicles, in tight formation, without any wasted movement.Inside the lead vehicle, the Commander checked his watch for the third time in ten minutes."ETA to checkpoint," he said into the radio."Twenty minutes, Commander," came the reply.The words had barely left the radio when the first explosion struck the rear vehicle."Contact! Contact!" someone screamed over the comms.The Commander grabbed his rifle, his trained instincts taking over before his mind could catch up."Report!" he barked."Rear vehicle disabled! Multiple hostiles, both flanks!"Gunfire erupted outside, precise bursts instead of chaotic sprays.The Commander peered through the vehicle's narrow viewport and felt his stomach drop.They weren't bandits.The attackers moved in coordinated pairs, covering each other with textbook discipline, striking exact

The phone rang once for five seconds before the mafia leader picked it up."Yes," he said."Did Brandon take the file?" The voice on the other end sounded calm and flat, without a trace of emotion whatsoever."He took it," the mafia leader replied, his voice just as lifeless as the caller's."Good."The leader waited, saying nothing."You know what happens if you say too much," the voice continued. "Don't reveal anything else. To anyone.""I understand.""Make sure you truly understand."The line went dead.The mafia leader set the phone down on the desk, staring at it for several moments.He didn't ask who the caller was.He already knew better than to ask questions he wasn't supposed to ask.***At Kane Manor, the hallway had gone quiet.Oliver was still standing there, arms crossed, watching his son walk toward the staircase with the file clutched tightly against his chest.There was something about the way Brandon held the file that bothered him.Not his defiance.Not even his sec

Brandon's hand trembled as he stared at the paper in front of him."What is this?" he asked, his voice barely steady."Read it," the mafia leader said calmly. "You'll understand once you finish reading it."Brandon remained silent, staring at the object for several moments, considering whether to read it or not."Tell me what's inside," the young man demanded again, but the mafia leader only stared at him sharply, offering no reply.Brandon still looked hesitant, his earlier arrogance evaporating into thin air.Eventually, he moved, tearing the seal further, pulling out the rest of the documents.Old transaction records.Names he didn't recognize.Dates stretching back more than a decade.None of it made immediate sense, page after page filled with numbers and signatures that meant nothing to him.Then his eyes landed on a name near the bottom of the third page, and his breath caught.Someone who had once been close to the Kane family, close enough that Brandon remembered hearing the

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