Novels by Bidemi

The first light of dawn barely pierced through the towering glass walls of Redd Tower.Tyson Hale stood alone in Janet’s office, his eyes scanning the city skyline. The previous night’s sniper attack had left more than shattered glass; it had left a message: he and Janet were being watched by an unseen, highly organized force. “System Alert: New Mission – Establish Base of Operations”Tyson exhaled slowly. This wasn’t about survival anymore. It was about preparation. The system’s voice pulsed in his mind: “Objective: Fortify Redd Tower – Integrate surveillance, defenses, and intelligence networks, Reward: Enhanced Tactical Awareness & System Upgrade.”He turned toward the digital map on the wall. Tiny red dots marked the locations of the sniper and drones from last night, as well as possible observation points around the tower.Janet entered quietly, her expression sharp but curious. “You’ve been staring at that map for hours.”Tyson didn’t look up. “I’m planning. Every route, every v

The armored SUV weaved through the city streets, lights flashing across shattered glass and concrete as if the night itself were alive with danger. Tyson sat rigidly beside Janet, his eyes scanning every reflection in the buildings, every shadow across the street. The system’s alerts pulsed in his mind relentlessly.“High-Level Threat Network Detected, Unknown Organization Observing User, Multiple Agents Active – Probability of Encounter: 73%”Tyson’s fingers tapped lightly against the dashboard. Every instinct screamed that Donald Ford’s recent actions were just the tip of the iceberg. Whoever had sent the sniper wasn’t working alone; they were part of something bigger, more organized.Janet finally spoke, her voice low but steady. “Tyson… how do you even know they’re still out there?”He didn’t look at her. “Because my system never lies. And because if someone has the resources to place a sniper six hundred meters away with perfect timing… they’re watching now.”Janet’s hands clen

The night air was thick with tension as the convoy weaved through the city streets. Tyson sat beside Janet in the armored SUV, watching the neon reflections dance across his hands. His parents were in the other vehicle, still shaken but safe for the moment. Yet, his system buzzed relentlessly.”High-Risk Threat Detected, Multiple Hostiles Tracking Convoy”Tyson’s jaw tightened. This wasn’t just about Donald Ford anymore. Whoever sent the sniper had larger plans, plans that might not end with just intimidation.Janet broke the silence. “You’re unusually calm for someone who just survived a sniper attack.”Tyson shrugged. “The system saw it coming. I wasn’t fast enough for the first shots, but I knew what would happen next. That gave me an edge.”Janet’s eyes narrowed. “You make it sound so… easy.”Tyson didn’t answer. His vision had flickered again. A faint holographic overlay appeared in his mind’s eye, showing multiple red dots converging on their convoy, predictive lines tracing tra

Tyson froze the moment the system warning appeared. “WARNING: HIGH-RISK TARGET APPROACHING”His heartbeat slowed instead of speeding up. That was one thing the system had already changed about him. When danger appeared, His mind became colder, Sharper.Janet was already walking toward the massive glass window of her office, unaware of the danger outside. The top floor of Redd Tower overlooked the entire city skyline. Glass walls. A breathtaking view. But right now, it was the worst possible place to stand.Tyson’s eyes locked onto the glowing message inside his vision. Then another alert appeared. “Future Prediction – 60 Seconds”The world flickered. And the future unfolded. Janet is walking toward the window. A faint red dot appeared on Tyson’s chest. A suppressed gunshot. Glass cracking.Blood spraying across the office floor. The vision ended. Tyson moved instantly. “DOWN!”Janet barely had time to react before Tyson lunged forward and tackled her to the floor. CRASH!The window b

The sound of police sirens grew louder outside Redd Tower. Red and blue lights flashed through the shattered glass walls of the lobby.Within seconds, armed officers rushed inside. “POLICE! NOBODY MOVE!”The scene they stepped into looked like a war zone. Broken marble. Shattered glass. Bullet holes across the walls.Men lying unconscious on the floor. And in the center of it all, Donald Ford. Pinned down by Janet Reddington’s bodyguards.One of the officers stepped forward. “What happened here?”Janet calmly brushed dust from her suit and stood up. “There was an armed attack on my company.”The officer looked around in disbelief. “That’s obvious.”His gaze fell on Donald. “And who is this?”Donald smiled casually. “Donald Ford.”Several officers immediately stiffened. Even they knew that name. The legendary gambler. A man rumored to control half the underground betting world.The officer frowned. “You’re under arrest.”Donald laughed. “Am I?”Tyson stood a few steps away, watching ev

Tyson’s fingers tightened slowly against the poker table. The lobby of Redd Tower was silent again. The hidden card lay exposed in the center of the table like a corpse.Donald Ford’s cheating had been revealed. For the first time in decades, the undefeated gambling king had lost.And everyone in the room knew it. Janet’s bodyguards stared in disbelief. “You cheating bastard…”One of them stepped forward angrily. But Donald suddenly raised a hand. “Stop.”His voice was calm. Too calm. The tension in the room immediately shifted. Tyson’s heartbeat began to accelerate.Because inside his mind, the system warning was still glowing. “External Threat Detected”Tyson inhaled slowly. He activated the ability again. “Future Prediction – 60 Seconds”The world around him flickered. And the future appeared. Donald Ford is smiling. Reaching inside his jacket. A pistol appears.A flash of fire. Blood exploding from someone’s chest. The vision vanished. Tyson’s eyes snapped open. Someone was about

Darkness. Thick, endless, suffocating darkness. Edgar Holman drifted through it like a falling ember, weightless, lost, half-conscious.His body felt both real and unreal, like he was dissolving and reforming every second. A whisper echoed somewhere in the black: “found you”His eyes snapped open. And he realized he was lying on cold marble. A pale light flickered above him, blue, trembling like fire trapped in glass. The air tasted metallic. Too still. Too quiet.Edgar pushed himself up, grimacing at the ache reverberating through his bones. “Where… am I?”His voice bounced back in eerie, distorted echoes, as if the space around him didn’t understand sound properly.He stood slowly, taking in his surroundings: A massive circular chamber. Marble pillars. Floating shards of glowing crystal spinning lazily overhead.And on every wall, symbols similar to the brand on Lyra’s arm. Only these were etched deeper, carved in jagged spirals that pulsed with faint black light.A chill crawled up

The alley vibrated like a living heartbeat as the rift behind Lyra tore wider, its jagged edges glowing a sick, unnatural white, as though reality itself were being peeled open.Wind whipped violently around them, pulling trash cans, paper scraps, and loose gravel toward the breach. The air screamed.Lyra braced her feet, arm still stretched toward Edgar. “Edgar, NOW! They’re coming through!”Master Shin slid one foot back, grounding himself with impossible calm as his coat snapped in the wind.“Edgar,” he said without turning his head, “do not move an inch.”Edgar’s breath hitched. “Both of you, stop. I don’t, I can’t”“You must choose,” Lyra shouted.“No,” Shin countered sharply. “He must survive.”A shadowy hand slammed against the inside of the rift, fingers long, thin, skeletal-looking. The kind of hand that didn’t belong to anything human. Edgar stumbled backward. “What, what is that?!”“Scouts,” Lyra said. Her voice trembled. “They’re not supposed to cross the threshold yet. If

Lightning split the sky, illuminating the fractured alley where Edgar stood frozen, caught between Master Shin’s rigid posture and the impossible girl who had stepped out of a rift that shouldn’t exist.Her eyes, sharp, storm-gray, unsettlingly familiar, locked onto his. “I told you,” she said softly, “I’m your sister.”Edgar’s throat tightened. “That’s not… I don’t have a sister.”“You do,” she answered. “You always did. They just didn’t tell you.”Master Shin stepped forward. “Enough. State your purpose, girl.”She turned her gaze to him, measured, calculating, unafraid. “Master Shin… the rumors are true. You really did take him.”“Take is a strong word,” Shin replied. “He came bleeding to me. I simply did not let him die.”“You should have,” she whispered.Edgar flinched. “Excuse me?”Her eyes softened at him for the briefest moment. “I didn’t mean it like that.”Shin’s fingers twitched, barely noticeable unless you’d trained under him long enough to sense danger in micro-movements

Darkness swallowed everything. No walls. No floor. No air. Just silence.Then, A voice. Not loud. Not soft. Just everywhere. “You asked for help.”Edgar spun around, though he wasn’t sure he still had a body. “Wh—who’s there?!”“Me.”A figure took shape in the void, slow, smooth, like ink forming into a man. Tall. Cloaked. Eyes burning like silver fire.Edgar stumbled back even though he had nowhere to fall. “You, you’re the entity. The Umbral Guardian.”The figure tilted its head. “Guardian… yes. Entity… no.”“What does that mean?”“I am not inside you. I am what you inherited. A memory. A shadow left behind by my true self.”Edgar swallowed hard. “Why are you talking to me now?”“Because you were about to die.”“Then help me!”The figure stepped closer, its presence heavy enough to crush mountains. “I can lend you strength. But strength without control will devour your mind.”Edgar’s voice cracked. “I don’t want control. I want to live, just let me use you!”The Guardian leaned forw

Edgar hit the ground hard. Cold metal. Sterile air. Harsh, white light. He blinked rapidly, disoriented, panic already rising. “Where, where am I?!”“Calm down,” Aria’s voice said somewhere to his right. “You’re safe.”Edgar turned, she stood beside him, breathing heavily, clutching her dagger like she’d been holding it the entire trip.Shin stood a little further away, arms crossed, face tight with something between relief and worry. Then Edgar realized something.His ankle was bleeding. Deep gouges from the scout’s claws. “Hey—uh—guys?” Edgar stammered. “I think I’m… leaking.”Aria crouched beside him. “Hold still.”She reached for her belt, then froze. “Shin,” she whispered. “Look at the wound.”Shin approached, fast. Edgar forced himself to look, and immediately regretted it. Black smoke curled from the edges of the wounds, not blood, not steam, shadow.“What, what is that?!” Edgar cried.Aria backed up. “The entity reacted. It protected him.”Shin’s jaw clenched. “Or it took over

Rain hammered the pavement as Edgar stared at Master Shin, only this wasn’t the calm, quiet man he knew. This Shin radiated something sharp, something ancient, something dangerous.“Shin,” Aria said cautiously, “the scout is still behind us”“I know.” Shin didn’t look away from Edgar. “But the real threat is standing right in front of me.”Edgar recoiled. “What? Me?! I almost died three times in the last ten minutes!”“Exactly,” Shin murmured. “And you didn’t.”Aria stepped between them. “Explain. Now.”Shin’s eyes flicked to her, then back to Edgar. “He awakened. Violently. Instinctively. Without training. And he used a martial form no untrained civilian should even comprehend.”“I—I don’t know how I did that!” Edgar protested.“You shouldn’t know,” Shin said sharply. “Because that form hasn’t been taught in over a hundred years.”Aria’s breath hitched. “…That’s impossible.”“Yes,” Shin said. “It is.”Behind them, the Syndicate scout shrieked again, closer. Aria grabbed Edgar’s wrist