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

Quinn stepped forward from behind the concrete pillar that had been hiding her. Her footsteps cut through the silence of the corridor with rapid beats. "Stop all of this!" Quinn shouted loudly. She positioned her entire body right in front of Marcus. Marcus froze upon seeing the back of the woman who had suddenly appeared. He immediately grabbed Quinn’s shoulders with both hands and pulled her behind his body. "Why did you come out?" Marcus asked in a low tone right near Quinn’s ear. "Step back now, Quinn," he continued. Quinn stared at the firm silhouette of Marcus’s back in front of her. "I can’t just stand still and watch them treat you like this," Quinn replied while clutching the edge of Marcus’s leather jacket. Marcus shook his head slowly without fully turning around. "I’ve already promised to handle everything in this place," Marcus said. "Stay behind me." Tony observed the interaction between the two with a sharp gaze. He snorted loudly and then crossed his arms over

Quinn wanted to run across the marble lobby. The urge to grab Marcus’s arm and drag him out was overwhelming. However, a nudge in her mind told her not to move just yet. There was a small conviction urging her to wait and watch the situation unfold. She stared at Marcus’s straight back as he stood in front of the executive elevator corridor. The first security officer yanked the black leather jacket roughly. "Come with us now, don’t provoke a bigger disturbance!" The second officer snorted. "Already poor, still causing trouble. Aren’t you afraid of getting arrested and fined?" Marcus had initially had no intention of using violence in this medical building. This place was where Edwin was being treated. He wanted to maintain peace out of respect for his wife’s family’s struggle. But when the second officer grabbed his shoulder from behind, Marcus decided to no longer care about that rule. His ice-flat gaze narrowed sharply. His patience had been crossed. Marcus moved his left

The rental car driven by Marcus stopped in the parking area of the hospital where Edwin was being treated. Without lingering, he immediately turned off the engine, stepped out, and walked casually toward the main lobby entrance. His slightly faded black leather jacket fluttered gently in the breeze. The hospital lobby floor was covered with spotless white marble. In this place, most people arrived in neat suits or expensive formal attire. Marcus walked straight toward the reception desk located in the center of the lobby. Behind the curved desk, two female nurses in clean white uniforms were busy checking documents on their computer screens. "Is there anything I can help you with, Sir?" the first nurse asked. However, her face quickly turned flat after her eyes scanned Marcus's simple appearance, from his wrinkled shirt to his slightly dusty old boots. "I came to see the hospital director," Marcus said without small talk. The second nurse sitting beside her immediately stopped

"The old man never does anything without careful calculation, Callum," Marcus said. His voice was low, breaking the silence of the vast room. Callum turned his head. "Do you know what he’s planning behind the walls of that great house in Thornwall?" "I know exactly what’s inside that old bastard’s head," Marcus stepped slowly toward the small glass table in the corner of the room. He reached for his silver cigarette case lying there. "He sent his men to look for me not just because his health is declining or because he misses me," he said. "But you seem interested in their arrival," Callum crossed his arms over his chest, calmly observing Marcus’s movements. "With your character, you would have driven them away immediately." Marcus lit his silver lighter. A small yellow flame illuminated the sharp line of his jaw for a second before he snapped the lighter shut with a sharp click. "I’m interested in seeing how far that old man is willing to use what remains of his critical brea

Marcus grabbed his black leather jacket draped over the back of a short chair. His steps were already headed toward the exit when Callum’s voice halted his movement."Marcus."Marcus stopped exactly two steps before touching the double wooden door. He did not turn around, only stood still waiting for the next sentence."Are you really not considering returning to the Kane family?" Callum asked.Marcus did not answer immediately.He stared at the doorknob in front of him. "I’ve already given my answer to that question, Callum.""The old man is in critical condition now." Callum let out a heavy sigh. "The other greedy and avaricious family members have already begun to move. Looking for loopholes."Marcus slowly pulled up the zipper of his jacket. He did not even glance back. "The Kane family’s power is none of my concern.""The council faction in the Western region has already been announced," Callum said again. "The old witch there has even prepared legal documents to transfer the man

Inside the Sterling Corporation skyscraper, tension crept through every corner of the executive floor like an electric current ready to explode at any moment.Quinn Sterling had not given a single response. No calls, no emails, and no sign that the woman would come to surrender herself to her uncle’s or cousin’s office.Brak!A bundle of financial reports fifty pages thick was slammed onto the glass table, producing a loud echoing impact.Victor Sterling stood behind his desk, his breath coming in short bursts."Two days, Alexander!" Victor’s voice rumbled low, pressing against the air in the room. "Twenty-four hours left before Edwin’s treatment deadline, and your cousin hasn’t even blinked!"Alexander Sterling, who was sitting on the leather sofa across the desk, flinched slightly. His healthy left hand reflexively gripped the edge of the black cast wrapped around his right arm."That bitch is deliberately stalling, Father," Alexander replied irritably. "She knows we’re racing again