Novels by olokafor

The Vanguard team leaped out of the flying ship. They landed heavily in the deep, wet snow. Landon jumped out last. He hit the icy street and instantly raised his heavy black rifle. The village of Oak Creek was an absolute nightmare. The beautiful wooden houses were engulfed in roaring flames. Terrified men, women, and children were running wildly through the snowy streets, screaming and crying. Chasing them were the Iron Order Pyre Squads. The evil soldiers wore thick, dark red armor. They carried massive metal tanks on their backs, filled with toxic, magical liquid fire. "Burn them all!" an Iron Order captain laughed cruelly. He pointed his heavy flamethrower at a group of crying children hiding behind a frozen car. FWOOSH! A massive stream of boiling hot, orange fire shot out of the weapon. "No!" Landon roared. Landon did not have time to run. He did not have time to shoot. He reached deep inside his soul. He pulled a massive burst of bright white Kinetic Echo magic into h

The sleek, black stealth ship flew fast through the dark, freezing night sky. Landon Hale sat in the pilot’s seat. His large hands gripped the steering controls. He stared out the thick glass windshield. The winter storm was brutal. White snowflakes whipped against the glass like tiny, angry bugs. But Landon did not care about the snow. He cared about the sky. Fifty miles ahead of them, the sky above the city of Chicago was a terrifying nightmare. The dark night was entirely gone. It was replaced by a blinding, sickly, toxic purple light. Massive storm clouds swirled in a violent circle. Huge bolts of dark red and purple lightning smashed into the earth. General Kade Rauth was inside that city. He had injected the toxic blood of a dead god directly into his own heart. He was waking up the ancient sea monsters. The end of the world was starting right now. "How fast are we going, Jin?" Landon asked. His deep voice rumbled in the quiet cabin of the ship. Jin sat in the back of the

Landon knew Kade was right. If he touched the monster, his skin would instantly melt. But Landon did not run. He never ran away. Landon closed his dark eyes. The terrible, suffocating heat blistered his face. His clothes began to smoke. He remembered his training. He remembered how his Kinetic Echo magic truly worked. It was not just about punching things. It was about controlling the physical energy in the air. Fire needs oxygen to burn, Landon’s brilliant tactical mind realized. Landon opened his eyes. They glowed with brilliant, blinding white light. Landon did not charge at the monster. He stood perfectly still. He slowly pulled both of his glowing white arms backward. Instead of pushing his magic outward in an explosion, Landon used his Kinetic Echo to aggressively pull the air toward him. He created a massive, invisible magical vacuum directly around the giant Ash Golem. FWOOMP! The sound was bizarre and terrifying. Landon violently sucked all the oxygen entirely out

BANG! BANG! Two heavy sniper bullets flew exactly across the field. They pierced the thick metal fuel tanks on the backs of two running Pyre soldiers. The tanks hissed violently. PSSSCCCCHHH! Highly flammable, liquid fire sprayed wildly out of the bullet holes. The fire caught on a spark, and the two soldiers exploded like massive Roman candles, screaming in pain as their own weapons destroyed them. The Vanguard team fought with absolute, beautiful perfection. They moved through the burning farm like a synchronized machine. Landon charged forward into the thickest part of the smoke. Three red-armored soldiers tried to spray him with fire. Landon didn't even slow down. He raised his glowing white hands and clapped them together. BAM! A wall of invisible kinetic wind shot forward. It blew the streams of fire completely backward, spraying the flames directly into the faces of the Iron Order soldiers. The soldiers dropped their weapons and fell to the ground, screaming. Landon ste

Claire pointed out the window at the burning fields. "But if we stop the ship and fight the soldiers to save the farms," Claire continued, "we will lose precious time. General Rauth will finish his evil machine. He will become an immortal god, and he will wake up the ancient monsters in the oceans." The team looked at Landon. They were waiting for his command. He was their leader. Landon closed his eyes for one single second. He thought about the crying little boy who had offered him a chocolate bar in the ruined streets of Milwaukee. He thought about the innocent mothers trying to feed their babies in the freezing cold. Landon opened his eyes. They were filled with bright, pure white light. "We are the Vanguard," Landon declared firmly. His voice was a loud, powerful rumble of pure thunder. "We do not let innocent people burn. We do not let children starve. We are going to drop down there and smash those fire trucks into tiny pieces." "I completely agree," Marcus smiled a huge,

The sleek, black stealth ship flew silently through the dark night sky. It flew incredibly fast. It crossed the ocean and returned to the United States in just a few hours. The hot, boiling air of Africa was just a bad memory now. Outside the thick glass windshield, the world was freezing cold again. The beautiful, deadly winter storm of the American Midwest whipped against the metal ship. Thick white snowflakes flew past the glass. Landon Hale sat in the pilot’s seat. His large, muscular hands held the glowing steering controls. He stared out into the dark night. He was exhausted. His body ached. But his dark eyes burned with fierce, unstoppable determination. They were flying south from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. They were heading straight toward Chicago, Illinois. "We are almost home," Claire Arden whispered softly. She sat in the co-pilot seat right next to him. She reached out and gently rested her warm hand on his thick arm. Landon looked at her. Her beautiful face was covered