Novels by Wf Richie Opeyemi

The message glowed on the comms screen like a threat written in light.“Meet us at the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone.”The room fell silent.No one spoke — not even the hum of the safe house’s power core could drown out the weight of those words.Ethan felt the air grow heavier. Every instinct screamed that it was a trap… and yet something about it — the phrasing, the timing — felt deliberate, personal.Dr. Zhang rubbed his temples. “They’re baiting you. Whoever sent that knows we can’t resist following the lead on Project Elysium.”Agent Hannah crossed her arms, her tone sharp. “We’re not letting you walk into this alone, Ethan. Not after everything.”Ethan looked up at her, his eyes tired but steady. “If they see any of you with me, they might vanish again. This could be our only chance to find out what they know.”His father frowned. “And if they’re Facility operatives waiting to capture you again?”Ethan gave a half-smile. “Then I’ll make sure they regret trying.”Maya r

The team sprinted through the facility's corridors, the countdown timer ticking away, Ethan's heart pounded in his chest."We won't make it," he thought.Agent Hannah led the way, her gun at the ready."Stay close!" she yelled.They burst through doors, dodged debris, and ran for their lives."30 seconds left!" The countdown timer announced.Ethan's father grabbed Dr. Zhang, practically carrying him."We've got to move!" he shouted. The exit loomed ahead, a beacon of hope."Go, go, go!" Agent Hannah yelled. The team poured out of the facility, gasping for air as they emerged into the bright sunlight."Get down!" Ethan's father yelled.The team hit the ground just as the facility erupted in a massive explosion.The team shielded their heads as debris rained down around them. Ethan's father helped Dr. Zhang to his feet."Are you okay?" he asked.Dr. Zhang nodded, coughing. "Yes, I think so," he said.Hannah stood up, her eyes scanning the area. "We need to get out of here," she said.Et

Ethan's mind reeled as he stared at the man who claimed to be his father. "You're...my father?" Ethan asked, his voice shaking.The man nodded, a mix of emotions on his face. "Yes, Ethan," he said.Ethan's thoughts swirled with questions. "Where have you been?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.His father took a deep breath. "I've been working to bring down the facility from the inside," he saidEthan's eyes widened. "You're part of the resistance?" he asked.His father nodded. "I've been working with Agent Hannah and the others to take down the facility and free the test subjects," he said.Ethan's mind was racing. "Why didn't you come for me?" he asked, his voice cracking.His father's expression was filled with regret. "I couldn't," he said.Dr. Taylor stepped forward. "We have a lot to catch up on," she said.Ethan's father nodded. "Let's get you to safety, and we'll explain everything," he said.But Ethan's eyes locked onto his father's. "What about the facility?" he as

The woman's eyes locked onto Ethan's, her expression unwavering. "I'm here to help you," she said, her voice firm.But Ethan's doubts persisted. Something didn't feel right.The symbol on her jacket, the way she moved with a quiet confidence...Ethan's instincts screamed, warning. "Who are you, really?" Ethan asked, his voice low.The woman's expression didn't change."I'm someone who can get you out of here," she said, but Ethan's mind was racing. Was this a rescue or a trap?Maya's voice was barely above a whisper. "What do we do, Ethan?" she asked.Ethan's eyes locked onto the woman. "We need to be careful," he said.The woman's expression turned cold. "We don't have time for this," she said. She turned to Dr. Taylor. "We need to move, now," she said.Dr. Taylor nodded. "Let's go," she saidThe group hesitated, unsure of what to do, but as they looked at the woman, they knew they had to make a decision. Would they trust her and follow her, or would they try to escape on their own?

Ethan's mind was reeling with the revelation that the guards were test subjects. He felt a mix of emotions: guilt, empathy, and a sense of responsibility."We can't just leave them like this," Ethan said, his voice filled with determination.Dr. Taylor's expression was grim. "I know," she said, her voice low.Maya looked at them, confused. "What are you talking about?" she asked.Ethan explained the situation to Maya."We need to find a way to free them," Ethan said, his voice filled with conviction.Dr. Taylor nodded. "But it's not going to be easy," she said.The group knew they had to be careful. They were not just fighting against the facility but also against the test subjects who were being controlled*Ethan's determination grew. "We'll find a way," he said, his voice filled with confidence.The group moved forward, determined to free the test subjects and escape the facility, but as they navigated the corridors, they stumbled upon a hidden laboratory. Inside, they found evidenc

Ethan, Dr. Taylor and Maya crawled through the ventilation system, their hearts racing with anticipation. The air was thick with dust, and the smell of mildew filled their nostrils."Stay quiet," Dr. Taylor whispered, "Ethan nodded, his eyes fixed on the vent cover ahead. Dr. Taylor carefully removed it, revealing a dimly lit corridor."This is it," Dr. Taylor said, "Ethan's heart skipped a beat as he peered into the corridor. He saw guards patrolling the area, their eyes scanning the surroundings.We need to move fast," Dr. Taylor said, "Ethan nodded, and they all climbed out of the ventilation system. They moved quickly and quietly, trying to avoid detection. As they moved through the corridor, Ethan's senses were on high alert.He could hear the sound of machinery humming in the distance. Dr. Taylor seemed to know where she was going, leading them through the winding corridors."We're getting close," Dr. Taylor whispered, "Ethan's heart was racing with excitement and fear. What

The group's eyes were fixed on the crystal as the hum grew louder. The old man's expression turned grave, his eyes darting between the crystal and the group."What kind of power?" Eryndor asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and caution.The old man's eyes locked onto Eryndor's. "The crystal is a key to unlocking the ancient artefacts of the Eldridians. With it, you could gain the power to defeat Arcturus and restore balance to the land."Lyra's eyes narrowed. "But at what cost?"The old man's expression turned sombre. "The cost is unknown. The Eldridians were said to have harnessed power from the very fabric of reality. But their artifacts were lost, hidden away for their own protection."Zephyr's voice was laced with scepticism. "And you expect us to believe that this crystal can unlock these artefacts?"The old man's eyes burned with intensity. "I know it's true. But there's more. The crystal is not the only key. There's another hidden in a place where shadows reign."The

The group stood in stunned silence, the aftermath of the battle still resonating in the air. Eryndor's eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of Arcturus or the darkness.Lyra broke the silence, her voice soft. "What just happened? Did Arcturus...did he get consumed by the darkness?"Eryndor's expression was grim. "I don't know. But we need to be prepared. If the darkness has him, we'll have to face it again."The group nodded in agreement, their faces set with determination. They knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but they were ready to face whatever challenges lay in store.As they began to tend to their wounds and regroup, Zephyr spoke up. "We should get back to the city. We need to warn them about the darkness and prepare for what's coming."The group nodded, and they began their journey back to the city. Along the way, they couldn't shake off the feeling that they were being watched. Kael's presence lingered in the shadows, observing them with an intensity that made

As the city's celebration continued, Eryndor's group stood together, their bond strengthened by their victory. Eryndor noticed a wise old man approaching them, with a knowing glint in his eye."Well done, young heroes," the old man said. "You've saved our city from the brink of darkness. But tell me, do you know the true nature of the darkness you've faced?"Eryndor's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"The old man leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "The Darkness is an ancient evil, one that has been awakened by dark rituals. And I fear that Eryndor, with your power of the Voice, you may be the key to stopping it... or unleashing it fully."The group exchanged concerned glances. What did the old man mean? Eryndor's eyes locked onto the old man, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean, 'unleashing it fully?"" he asked, his voice firm but cautious.The old man's expression turned grave. "The Voice is a powerful force, one that can be used for great good or great evil. If you c

In the small village of Ashwood, nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside, a young boy named Arcturus grew up with a passion for soccer. He spent his days playing in the village square, his feet moving swiftly as he chased after the ball. The villagers saw potential in the boy and encouraged him to hone his skills.As Arcturus entered his teenage years, his ambition grew. He dreamed of becoming a great soccer player, of bringing glory and pride to his village. However, the harsh realities of life soon set in. The village was poor, and opportunities were scarce. Arcturus felt trapped, forced to watch as others with more privilege and wealth surpassed him.A growing sense of resentment and jealousy consumed Arcturus. He became fixated on the idea of power and control. He began to make deals with shady figures, trading favours, and integrity for a chance to rise above his station.One fateful night, while exploring the nearby woods, Arcturus stumbled upon a dark and ancient ritual

The Guardian's words lingered in the air, echoing off the crystal walls. Eryndor's companions looked to him for guidance, their faces set with determination."We need to understand what the visions mean," Eryndor said, his eyes narrowing as he replayed the images in his mind. "The Shadowwood's darkness is spreading, and we can't afford to wait."Lirien nodded, her hands weaving intricate patterns as she began to analyse the visions. "I think I can help with that. The visions seemed to point to an ancient ritual, one that could either restore balance or plunge the world into darkness."Aria's eyes locked onto Lirien. "What kind of ritual?"Lirien's expression turned grave. "One that requires the power of the Voice. Eryndor, you're the key to unlocking this ritual."Zephyr's winds whispered secrets to him, and he nodded. "I sense a hidden path, one that leads to the ritual site."Lyra's bow was at the ready. "I'm ready to take point."Thorne cracked his knuckles. "Let's get moving. We'v

As Eryndor's group ventured deeper into the labyrinth, the mirrors seemed to stretch on forever, each one reflecting a different version of themselves. They navigated through the maze, their footsteps echoing off the glass walls.Suddenly, Aria stopped in front of a mirror, her eyes fixed on a reflection that wasn't her own. It was a figure in a dark robe, hood up, and face obscured.Aria's voice was barely above a whisper. "Who is that?"Lirien's eyes narrowed. "It's not you, that's for sure."Thorne peered closer. "Maybe it's a future version of yourself? Or someone you know?"Aria's reflection began to change, the dark robe giving way to a figure in a familiar dress, standing in a familiar room. Aria's eyes widened as she realized who it was."No... it can't be," she whispered, her voice trembling.The mirror seemed to ripple, and the reflection vanished. Aria's eyes locked onto Eryndor's, a mix of emotions swirling within."Eryndor, I... I think I saw my sister," Aria said, her vo