Novels by Shikemi

“You’re lying.”Michael Walter’s voice cut through the underground chamber like a blade as his hand tightened around Selene’s throat once again. The impact forced her harder against the steel wall behind her, and the old metal panels groaned beneath the pressure.Weak emergency lights flickered overhead, casting fractured shadows across the bunker while dust drifted slowly through the stale air. “You expect me to believe someone saved me after slaughtering my family?”Selene winced slightly from the pressure against her throat, but she did not attempt to fight back. Her composure remained disturbingly calm. “That depends,” she replied evenly. “Do you still believe the people who burned your house were the ones truly in control?”Michael’s eyes darkened instantly.The question struck deeper than he wanted to admit because part of him had already begun suspecting the truth long before this moment. Buried beneath years of rage and revenge, a quiet voice had always warned him that the mas

The tunnel collapsed as though the earth itself had chosen to bury him alive.Concrete rained downward in massive chunks while twisted steel shrieked through the underground station. Fire rolled violently across the ceiling, and the force of the explosion tore through the aging transit line with enough power to shake the entire structure.Michael Walter slammed into the ground hard enough to drive the air from his lungs.Dust immediately consumed the darkness around him. Thick clouds of ash and pulverized concrete swallowed everything until the station disappeared beneath suffocating gray ruin.For several seconds, the only sound came from the distant groan of shifting debris somewhere overhead. The silence that followed was not peaceful. It carried the crushing weight of a tomb.Michael coughed violently and spat blood onto broken concrete as pain spread through his ribs like fire. Above him, fractured support beams continued to creak under impossible pressure, threatening another co

The explosion at Dockyard Nine turned the night sky into a violent sea of crimson light.Thick smoke rolled upward in massive waves while emergency sirens screamed across the industrial district without pause.Burning debris crashed against abandoned shipping containers below, scattering sparks through the darkness as terrified workers fled in every direction. The entire dockyard looked as though it had been ripped apart from the inside.And standing atop a nearby warehouse roof, Michael Walter watched the destruction without moving.The cold wind pushed against his black coat while distant flames reflected faintly in his eyes. He stood with unnatural stillness, almost detached from the chaos unfolding beneath him, as if he had already expected this outcome long before the first explosion ever happened.Behind him, Marcus climbed onto the rooftop, breathing heavily from the sprint upstairs. “We lost the entire server hub,” he said.Michael gave no response.Marcus stopped beside him c

Elena Vale stared at the blood dripping from Michael Walter’s knuckles as it splashed steadily onto the fractured marble floor beneath him.The metallic scent of death saturated the ruined apartment. Bodies lay motionless across the room like shattered mannequins discarded after a violent performance.One man’s arm bent backward beside the destroyed kitchen island at an angle no living body could survive.Another remained slumped against the wall with terror permanently frozen across his face, his vacant eyes still staring toward the man who had killed him.And in the center of the destruction stood Michael, calm, controlled, and Untouched by panic.His breathing remained perfectly steady, and not a single trace of fear crossed his expression. Rainwater rolled slowly from the sleeves of his black coat while blood darkened his bruised knuckles, yet he looked less like a survivor of violence and more like someone entirely accustomed to it.Elena swallowed hard before speaking. “You kill

The city did not wake gently that morning.Grayhaven erupted before the sun had fully climbed above the skyline. Breaking news alerts flooded every screen across the metropolis while emergency banners flashed crimson across television networks, office monitors, and giant electronic billboards suspended above crowded intersections.The voices of panicked reporters echoed through cafés, subway platforms, and corporate lobbies with relentless urgency. “CHAOS AT AURELIUS GRAND BANQUET—KANES TARGETED!”“HEIR OF KANE EMPIRE ATTACKED IN PUBLIC ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT!”“UNKNOWN ASSAILANT MOCKS SECURITY NO LEADS CONFIRMED!”Inside coffee shops, conversations died mid-sentence as customers stared at mounted televisions. Executives froze in front of their office screens while market analysts refreshed collapsing stock projections with growing panic. On crowded sidewalks, strangers argued openly about the footage replaying across every network.The Kane family had spent decades building the image

Rainwater still clung to Michael Walter’s black leather gloves when he stepped out of the elevator onto the forty-third floor of the Aurelius Grand Hotel.The elevator doors slid open with a soft metallic chime, and a wave of warmth, orchestral music, and artificial laughter rolled toward him like something toxic. It struck him harder than the cold rain outside ever could.The ballroom stretched endlessly beneath towering crystal chandeliers that scattered golden light across polished marble floors.Expensive perfume lingered heavily in the air, blending with the scent of aged wine and wealth so excessive it almost felt rotten. Grayhaven’s elite moved gracefully through the crowd in tailored suits and diamond-covered gowns, smiling with the polished ease of people who had never feared consequences.Politicians laughed louder than necessary while billionaires exchanged handshakes that meant nothing. Women dressed in luxury whispered beside men whose signatures had destroyed thousands o