Novels by Victor raja

A full week after the Moonjade Street battle, Alaric Vale finally moved again.His injuries had not completely faded, but his ambition never slowed. Windshadow Hall marched straight toward Ironcrest Street, a district already soaked in conflict.Goldfang Martial Hall and Rongbin Merchant House had been locked in a vicious struggle, bleeding manpower every day. Neither side was willing to retreat, and both believed the other would collapse first.Alaric saw only an opening.He did not negotiate. He did not wait.Windshadow Hall struck with speed and precision, moving like a shadow blade cutting through weakened prey.Three days.That was all it took.Ironcrest Street fell.Goldfang’s men were swept out. Rongbin’s guards were broken and driven away. Shops, warehouses, and workshops were seized and reorganized under Windshadow Hall’s control. The street changed hands so fast that most people could barely understand what had happened.But the real shock was what followed.Goldfang Martial

Bloodforce surging through both arms?!The moment Alaric Vale’s bloodforce erupted, the Street Duel Arena seemed to tighten. Even the air turned heavy, pressing against the crowd like an invisible hand.Most spectators could not understand what they were seeing. They only felt fear crawling into their bones.But the intelligence scouts hidden among the crowd immediately narrowed their eyes.They knew what it meant.For ordinary trainees of Stormpine Martial Hall, even at the peak, bloodforce could only surge through the arms and barely reach the shoulders. Yet Alaric’s bloodforce flooded both arms, climbing upward like a tide, as if his upper body had been forged into a weapon.And he was not even eighteen.That single fact forced every scout to reevaluate him.But right now, there was no future to think about.Right now, the duel had begun.Across from him, Garruk Ironmantle stood like an iron tower. His muscles were packed tight, his aura heavy enough to suffocate weaker fighters.H

Eversteel Martial Hall’s headmaster, Dorian Wenthale, sat with a stormy face.Moonjade Street had been stolen right under his nose.While Eversteel Martial Hall was locked in a deadly struggle against the Riverjade Merchant Guild, Stormpine Martial Hall suddenly barged into the chaos and seized Moonjade District like a predator grabbing prey.The negotiators Dorian sent were thrown out without mercy.Even when Dorian personally sent an invitation to Master Rowan Whitestone for tea, the old master avoided him completely.It was obvious.Stormpine was swallowing Eversteel’s territory, leaving nothing behind.Dorian’s voice thundered through the hall.“Stormpine Martial Hall has gone too far!”Below him sat four men, broad as stone pillars. Their eyes were sharp, their aura heavy. These were Eversteel’s permanently stationed True Heirs.One of them, with a bald forehead and a vicious face, spoke coldly.“Stormpine Martial Hall is the weakest among the three major halls. Their assigned tr

Hearing Alaric Vale’s words, Ashen Crowe’s expression turned ugly.The meaning was obvious. He was being told he was not qualified.Earlier, he had been outplayed in a single exchange. The humiliation still burned in his chest. Yet deep down, Ashen understood the truth. If that strike had been meant to kill, he would not have survived.Alaric Vale did not care about his pride. After saying what he needed to say, he turned and walked toward the study, his steps calm and unhurried, as if the entire place belonged to him.Ashen clenched his fists, forcing himself to remain silent.He lowered his voice toward the man beside him.“Lionel Wrenford… this man is extremely arrogant and extremely dangerous.”He paused.“If he truly decides to kill, I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect you.”Lionel Wrenford showed no fear. His gaze remained steady as he watched Alaric’s retreating back.“This man is indeed remarkable,” Lionel said quietly. “And precisely because of that, we must speak with him.

Alaric Vale set the documents down and rested his cheek against one hand, while the fingers of the other continued tapping the tabletop in a slow, steady rhythm.The sound was faint, yet constant.Like a countdown that refused to end.During the formal disciple banquet, he had noticed something strange about Melody Vale.At the time, he dismissed it as nervousness.But after returning to his daily routine, the unease did not fade.Instead, it deepened.The truth was simple, and it disgusted him.He had not truly paid attention to Melody’s life for a long time.That realization left a bitter weight in his chest.So he ordered Marcus Brightwood to quietly send Windshadow Hall’s most capable men to investigate Melody’s recent movements.He knew it was not honorable.But honor meant nothing if Melody was walking toward a trap.If he had not looked into it, he would never have known.Over the past few months, Melody had done far more than he ever expected.Using her identity as his sister,

The black wooden chest sat open in front of Alaric Vale, its contents quietly radiating the weight of opportunity.Ten bamboo tubes lay neatly arranged inside, holding five full pounds of Mythic Beast Crimson Essence Powder. Even without opening them, he could sense the dense vitality sealed within. Alongside them were oil paper packets containing dark red strips of dried Mythic Beast meat, close to two pounds in total. The last items were several medicine bottles filled with a pale white powder, finely ground Mythic Beast bone powder, also weighing around two pounds.For Jinmar Trading Company, a force backed by the Aurelion Empire with the Jinmar warehouse as its core reserve, such resources were merely part of its vast hoard. Yet Alaric had only taken thirty percent of the total stock, and even that modest fraction amounted to a harvest beyond expectations.Just the Crimson Essence Powder alone was enough to refine nearly a hundred portions of Six Flavor Blood Melting Powder. And t