Novels by RebornWill

The rain poured heavy, winds cutting through the camp with violent force. Flashes of lightning lit up the dark sky. A storm had overtaken Evergreen, drenching the earth until it turned to mud. The ground squelched beneath every step, puddles swallowing boots whole, while the wind howled like a living beast tearing through the tents. The smell of wet earth and smoke clung thick in the air, and each strike of lightning painted the camp in flashes of white and shadow.Yet Elise was putting on her armor. She had insisted on carrying out her mission today, storm or not. The armor fit her perfectly, like it was made for her—every plate aligning smoothly, every strap tightened with care. Her movements were calm, deliberate, graceful even. Water streamed down her face as she adjusted the gauntlets, her eyes—steady and full of resolve—meeting mine.I forced a faint smile, though my chest felt tight. I agreed with her decision, but letting her go alone was out of the question. No matter how com

Darkness swallowed the sky, turning the once bright horizon into a void of shadows. The air was thick, heavy with a chill that bit into the skin. It wasn’t natural. The warmth of the sun had vanished beneath a storm that carried malice—a dread that crept into the bones of every man and woman in camp. I sat at the central tent where another meeting had been called. A new problem had emerged. We had barely recovered from the battle of Evergreen, yet now, another beast was stirring in the forest. The reports brought back by our scouts were grim enough to silence even the loudest knights. “A massive creature,” one of the scouts had said earlier, “its scales like forged iron, glinting in the dark like metal. A long appendage on its face—flexible, strong enough to uproot trees in one strike. It walks on all fours, and each step makes the earth shake.” Now those words echoed through every mind in the tent. The expressions around me were uneasy—men who had faced monsters before, now pale

A month had passed since the battle of Evergreen. Since Azrael left me with words I still couldn’t piece together. The camp had grown quiet. Weapons were stored back in the armory, and the knights—rested and steady—now walked their patrols along the gates. At the center of camp, I stood with the others. The air was heavy, carrying the weight of reports and findings gathered from the battlefield. “After retrieval, we gathered several spell books, magic stones, and a number of rare items,” Lancelot said. His voice was calm, deliberate, as though every word needed care. “But among them, one stood apart. A book I can only call… disturbing.” He let silence stretch across the room. Uriel narrowed her eyes. “Disturbing how?” Lancelot bent down and pulled a parcel from the floor beside him. He unwrapped it, revealing a small brown leather book. No markings. No title. He placed it on the table, letting it fall with a dull sound in front of Uriel. “Plans,” he said. “All traced to

My face warmed as the sun’s rays pressed against my skin. I groaned and lifted an arm to block the light. Slowly, I forced my eyes open. The sky above stretched clear and blue. The morning carried a stillness that wrapped around the camp, broken only by the calls of birds hidden somewhere in the trees. I pushed myself up and smacked my dry lips together. “I need water,” I muttered under my breath. I planted my hands on the ground, ready to stand, but a pull at my shirt held me back. I looked down. Uriel and Elise were clinging to the fabric. Their fingers were tight but their faces calm, eyes still shut, breaths steady and even. I raised a brow and felt the corner of my mouth tug into a faint smile. Carefully, I pried their fingers from the cloth one at a time, making sure they stayed asleep. Elise’s hand slid to the grass, unmoving. Uriel shifted slightly with a quiet sound before settling again. For a moment I stayed there, watching them. Their faces were free of tension,

In the blink of an eye, we appeared at the camp. The earth was scorched, the air thick with the stench of metal and blood. The ground was littered with broken weapons and ash, faint trails of smoke still rising where fires had burned moments ago. The wind carried the cries of dying infernals in the distance; their howls faded into silence one by one. Ahead of us, Lilith was finishing off the last of the stragglers. Her blade plunged through the gut of a snarling infernal; the beast let out a final screech and collapsed. Lilith staggered back, pulling her sword free. Her armor was scorched and cracked, her hair stuck to her sweat-damp face. Blood coated her blades and dripped to the ruined earth. Her chest rose and fell with effort. She turned at the sound of our arrival. Her tired eyes widened when she saw us. “Uriel!” Lilith’s voice broke as she ran forward. She threw herself into Uriel’s arms, clinging to her. Tears streamed down her face. “I was worried,” she sobbed.

The cold splash hit my face. My eyes snapped open with a scream. Chains dug into my wrists, holding me against the rock wall. The air was damp, heavy with mana that pressed on my chest. Torches burned weakly along the cavern walls, their light revealing robed mages and armored knights. Their presence filled the space, each one radiating mana strong enough to crush the weak. I turned my head. My gaze locked on Uriel. Her hands were bound above her. Her body was beaten, marked with bruises and cuts. Blood ran from her brow, dripping down her face to the floor. Her head hung low, her life force faint but still present. Rage burned in me. I pulled on the chains until my muscles tore in protest. The iron did not move. My strength drained. My mana slipped away, leaving my body heavy and unresponsive. My shoulders sagged. My head dropped. Footsteps echoed. A man walked out from behind the crowd. His robe was white, and prayer beads hung around