Novels by Megastar Jioke

Kealen turned and ran into the forest, his body bleeding freely through the wounds he had sustained in the water and the torn flesh where bullets had riddled him earlier. This time, the injuries did not fade or heal like they had before. Instead, blood soaked his clothes, pooling beneath him in crimson rivulets. Weakness clawed at his limbs, and his breath came in ragged gasps. He hadn’t eaten in days since the soldiers had descended into the forest, their weapons and orders stripping him of the normal life he had once known. Survival had become a grim, daily battle.With sheer willpower, he forced himself forward, collapsing onto the forest floor at the riverbank. His body trembled as he struggled to rise again, but the searing pain and hollow ache of hunger pinned him to the earth. His vision blurred as he let his head loll back, the rustling canopy overhead casting fractured light over his face.Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the dark. For a moment, his wife’s voice echoed i

The soldiers fired their rifles, the sharp cracks echoing through the dense trees as they tried to hit the wolf. But it was too fast, too strong. It moved like a shadow with fangs, lunging at Garcia again and again. Its tusks, twisted and yellowed, tore into his face with brutal force. Blood sprayed across the leaves, and Garcia screamed, a raw, guttural sound that cut through the silence of the forest.Zain stepped forward, his rifle steady in his hands. He aimed carefully, ignoring the chaos around him. He fired once. The heavy bullet struck the beast square in the side. The wolf let out a loud, pained yelp and collapsed to the ground, its body twitching, it's legs kicking weakly at the dirt.For a moment, the soldiers breathed_deep, shaky breaths. Relief washed over them. But it didn’t last.Garcia lay on his back, his face a mess of blood and torn flesh. His breath came in short, wet gasps. Zain rushed to him, dropping to his knees. He pressed his hands against the wounds, tryin

Kealen's eyes snapped open. He lay perfectly still for a moment, his breath catching in his throat, before he instinctively shook his body, like a dog shedding water, then pushed himself into a sitting position on the soft, damp forest floor. The harsh reality of his situation hit him with the force of a physical blow. Frantically, he ran his hands over his chest, his stomach, his limbs, searching for any sign of injury. There was nothing. Not a single wound, not even a scratch marred his skin.The last thing he remembered was Commander Zain pulling the trigger, the sharp crack of three bullets being fired directly into him at their camp. He was certain, absolutely positive, that he had fallen, lifeless. He could recall the cold, metallic taste of blood, the searing pain, and then… nothing. Yet here he was, in the heart of a deep forest, waking from what felt like a nightmare, completely unharmed."This is far from ordinary," Kealen muttered to himself, his voice a hoarse whisper. His

Major Kealen fell backward, his eyes still wide open, his breath catching as he battled for his life. Commander Zain laughed like a devil before firing another bullet into his chest. The mighty Kealen drew his last breath on earth."Take his body deep into the forest, where the wild animals will feast on him," he commanded three of his men. The others concentrated on building their camp.Both the miners and the guides were happy. At least they wouldn't face any more trouble until they were done with the business that brought them into the Alpha_09 forest. Commander Zain, especially, couldn't hide his happiness. At last, nature had brought his supposed enemy to his doorstep, and he had delivered justice.The only challenges they would face now were the dangerous creatures living in the forest. But that was minor for them; their weapons would handle it.A few hours passed, and the sun began to go down. Commander Zain and his men hadn't seen the three soldiers he sent to dump Kealen's bod

As he reached the damp, shadowed spot where he had gunned down a soldier just hours earlier, he was met with a sight that stole the air from his lungs. Instead of the lifeless body, or even the possibility that the soldier's colleagues had retrieved it, something far more sinister awaited him. Only a bloodless, skeletal skull lay on the dark earth. Just hours ago, he had watched the man fall; now, only this macabre relic remained. He reached out with a trembling hand, tracing the clean, unmarred bone. A cold dread, unlike anything he'd ever known, seized him. For the first time in an age, true, primal fear took root in his heart.This wasn't the work of wild animals. There were no gnawed bones, no scattered flesh, no torn uniform scraps. If a beast had devoured him, there would have been an acrid scent of blood, a gory trail leading into the dense undergrowth. But what lay before him was pristine, chillingly clean. Only a freshly picked skull, stripped bare with impossible efficiency.

The moment Kealen realized the sound of pursuit had faded into the vast, indifferent silence of the rainforest, he stopped. He didn't just slow down; he staggered to a halt, leaning heavily against the trunk of an ancient oak, the adrenaline that had fueled his flight now quickly abandoning him.The immediate problem wasn't the enemies he had narrowly escaped, but the searing pain anchoring him to the spot. Blood pulsed quickly from the two gunshot wounds in his left hand, dripping scarlet onto the emerald moss below. The loss of blood was profound, and a cold tide of weakness was washing over him, threatening to pull him under. He knew he had minutes, maybe less, before the shock overwhelmed him.Survival demanded immediate surgery. Gritting his teeth, Kealen pulled the heavy combat knife that was attached to the gun. He found a broken branch nearby, strong enough to serve as a makeshift tool, and quickly sharpened the end into a crude probe. Using the stick, he began the agonizing p