Novels by Chizzy Writes

Kane and Malachar faced each other across the battlefield, while the Church hunters remained between them. Neither man lowered his weapon, and neither was willing to step aside. Kane's grip tightened around his sword. "Stay away from Lily, Malachar. Whatever you think is happening inside that sanctuary, you are not getting near her." Malachar studied him calmly. "You still believe this is about what I want." Kane frowned. "You risked everything just to make sure you get her. What else am I supposed to believe?" "I came because the King's Breath reacted to her," Malachar answered. "It pulled me east. I followed because I believed Lily was connected to it." Kane's expression hardened. "Connected to it how?" Malachar glanced toward the sanctuary before answering. "I don't know yet. That's exactly why I need to reach her." "That's not happening," Kane said. "Lily needs protection, not another person trying to use her." Malachar's eyes narrowed. "You think I crossed those mountains si

The first arrow flew. Malachar moved. His body twisted sideways, and the arrow passed close enough to his face that he felt the wind against his skin. He stepped forward before the nearest hunter could react. His fist struck the man's chest. The hunter flew backward and crashed into two others. Malachar did not stop. A spear came toward his stomach. He caught the shaft with one hand. The hunter tried to pull it away. Malachar pulled harder. The man stumbled forward. Malachar struck him across the face and sent him crashing into the ground. Another hunter attacked from behind. Malachar turned. His elbow struck the man's jaw. The hunter fell. Three attacks. Three hunters down. The others finally understood. The ancient Necromancer King had no army. But he did not need one. A roar spread through the Church formation as more hunters charged. Malachar stepped backward. His eyes moved quickly. He could hear their footsteps approaching from every direction. For a brief moment, hi

The silver light continued rising above the Sanctuary of Renewal, shining through the darkness like a silent signal that could be seen from every mountain surrounding the valley. Malachar stood perfectly still, watching the strange light disappear into the night.He did not understand what had happened inside the sanctuary, but he knew one thing immediately. The ritual was over. Whatever the healers had done to Lily had reached its end, and the Church hunters surrounding the sanctuary had realized it too.The hunters began moving between the trees, their quiet formation suddenly changing as they prepared themselves. Some looked toward the sanctuary gates, while others turned toward the mountain paths, watching carefully for anyone who might approach.Malachar remained behind the rocks, studying them without making a sound. The Church had been waiting for the ritual to finish, and now that it had ended, their purpose was becoming clearer. They were not waiting for him. They were waitin

A child's footprints. Lily. Malachar crouched and touched one of the small marks with his fingers. The trail was not old. She had crossed the river recently. His eyes followed the footprints as they moved away from the water and disappeared between the trees. Malachar slowly stood. The ferryman remained inside the boat. "She crossed here." The old man nodded. Malachar stared at him. The ferryman slowly pushed the boat away from the shore. Malachar looked down at the riverbank again. "Who brought her across?"The ferryman paused. For a moment, the old man's face became serious. Malachar's eyes narrowed. "Who?"The ferryman said nothing. The boat continued moving away. Malachar stepped closer to the edge of the water. "Answer me." The ferryman looked at him one final time. "Follow the child."Then the mist swallowed the boat. Malachar stood alone on the riverbank. He looked around. His shadow was still gone. The loss felt strange, but he could not afford to worry about it now.Lily had

Malachar sat quietly inside the small wooden boat as the ferryman continued rowing through the thick mist. The Black River remained strangely calm, but something about the silence made him feel that they were being watched. He looked over the side of the boat and stared into the dark water. He could not see anything beneath the surface, yet he could feel something moving below them, following their slow journey across the river. The ferryman continued rowing without speaking. His old hands moved the wooden oar through the water with steady movements, making the same quiet sound again and again as the boat carried them deeper into the mist. He glanced behind him, but the shore had already disappeared completely. There was nothing left to see except the white fog surrounding them, making it impossible to know how far they had traveled. Then he heard something. A faint voice came from beneath the boat. "Malachar." His golden eyes immediately narrowed. He slowly turned toward t

Malachar reached the Black River just before dawn when the sky was still dark and a thin mist floated across the water like a living shroud that refused to lift. He stopped at the edge of the river and stared across the wide expanse, searching for any sign of the mountains that should have been visible on the other side, yet the fog hid everything beyond a few meters. He knew Lily had crossed this river because the undead messenger had told him so before he continued his lonely journey through the mountains without rest. Now that he stood before the water, one clear problem blocked his path, and it was not something he could simply destroy with force. There was no bridge anywhere in sight, only the endless stretch of black water that moved slowly and carried a deep, sleeping power beneath its surface.Malachar looked carefully to the left and then to the right, searching for any alternative crossing or hidden path that might allow him to continue without delay. Nothing appeared on e

The stone guardian's fist crashed down where Ethan had been standing half a second earlier, cracking the floor tiles into rubble."It's fast for something made of rock!" Sera shouted, rolling clear of a second swing."Aim for the joints!" Ethan called back. "Same as the Hollow Warden. The seams are weaker than the plating!"Sera drove her blade into the guardian's elbow joint, sparks of blue light bursting from the crack she opened. The construct roared, a grinding, hollow sound, and swung its other arm wide, forcing her to dive away from the pit's edge.Ethan circled behind it, slamming his weapon into the back of its knee with everything he had.[Loyalty Rebate: Triggered. Bond Strength Amplified.]The strike landed harder than it should have, cracking straight through stone that had shrugged off every earlier hit. The guardian staggered, one leg buckling beneath it."Now, Sera!" Ethan shouted.She didn't hesitate. She leapt onto its bent knee and drove her blade straight into the g

The countdown ticked lower. Four minutes, thirty seconds.Ethan studied the stone door carefully, running his fingers along the carved symbols. Ancient text spiraled around a circular groove at the center, two handprints pressed into the stone below it."There," Ethan said, pointing. "Handprints. It wants something from both of us.""What kind of something?" Sera asked, already wary.Ethan pressed his palm against the stone. Words flared to life above the door, burning gold against the dark chamber walls.[Trial of Trust: To pass, both must offer a drop of blood freely, weapons lowered, backs turned to one another. Doubt of any kind will seal the chamber permanently.]Sera read the words twice, her face going pale."Weapons down," she repeated slowly. "Backs turned. In a room I've never been in, with a man I met three days ago, who just told me he's lived through the end of the world once already.""I know how it sounds," Ethan said."Do you?" Sera snapped. "Because from where I'm sta

The shape moved through the smoke, slow and massive, its outline flickering strangely between shadow and solid form."It's not coming this way," Sera whispered after a long, tense moment. "It's heading north. Away from us."Ethan let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Small mercy.""Don't celebrate yet," Sera said, finally releasing his wrist. "Whatever that was, it means the tide isn't just early. It's sending things ahead of itself. Scouts, maybe. Or something worse.""Then we need to move faster," Ethan said, turning back toward the greenhouse."Not yet," Sera said.Ethan turned back, frustration building in his chest. "Sera, we don't have time for—""You knew my name," Sera said, cutting him off. Her eyes were sharp, fixed on him like she was trying to see straight through his skin. "Back at the school. Before I ever told you. How?"Ethan's jaw tightened. "Now really isn't the time.""Make it the time," Sera said. "Because I just followed a stranger into monster terri

The massive shape moved slowly between two crumbling buildings, then turned down a different street entirely, its heavy footsteps fading into the distance.Sera let out a breath. "It's not coming this way," she said. "Not yet.""That's not exactly comforting," Ethan said."Nothing about today is comforting," Sera said, finally letting go of his wrist. "Come on. We need to get inside before something else decides we look interesting."They pushed through the greenhouse doors and kept moving, cutting through back alleys toward the dungeon entrance Ethan remembered from his old life. The streets around them stayed eerily quiet, too quiet, the kind of quiet that made Ethan's skin prickle with every step."How did you know my name?" Sera asked suddenly, breaking the silence.Ethan kept his eyes forward. "I told you already. Lucky guess.""That's not an answer," Sera said. "I've been thinking about it since the school dungeon. You knew my name before I ever told you. You knew things about t

Ethan burst through the warehouse door so fast he nearly fell."Where is she?" he shouted."This way!" Toby said, running ahead of him down the hallway. "Hurry!"Ethan's heart pounded so hard it hurt. He turned the corner into the small back room where Lila lay on a thin mattress. Her face was pale, almost gray. Sweat covered her forehead. Her chest rose and fell in short, shaky breaths."Lila," Ethan said, dropping to his knees beside her.Her eyes fluttered open just a little. "Hey," she whispered. Her voice was so soft he almost didn't hear it."Don't talk," Ethan said. "Save your strength."He looked at her side. The bandage there was soaked through with blood again, dark and wet, spreading fast."It reopened," Toby said, his hands shaking as he knelt down too. "The potion isn't working anymore. Her body is fighting it too hard.""Give her another one," Ethan said. "Right now.""I already did," Toby said. "Twice. It's not enough. Whatever hit her, it wasn't normal fire. It's still

Ethan's hand shook over the button. His heart pounded so hard it hurt."Ethan, please," Lila whispered again. "Don't."He looked at her face. Pale. Weak. Still trying to stop him even while she was hurt."Okay," Ethan said, his voice cracking. "Okay. For you." He pulled his hand back. The red glowing words faded away slowly, like they were sad to leave.[Forbidden Skill: Cancelled.]He turned all his focus back to Lila. He pressed both hands hard on her wound. Blood kept coming, warm and fast. "Someone bring healing potions!" Ethan shouted. "Now!"A young healer named Toby ran over, shaking hands pulling a small blue bottle from his bag. He poured it over the wound. The bleeding slowed. Not stopped. But slower. "She needs more than this," Toby said, scared. "She needs real help." "Then we get her real help," Ethan said. "Move her inside. Careful." Two guild members lifted Lila gently and rushed her toward the safest room in the warehouse. Ethan wanted to go with her so badly. But t