Novels by Omolaayo obafemi Omolaayo

The abyss demons attacked the moment the Dragon God finished speaking. Black spears tore through the rain toward Varethion’s exposed head while dark mages unleashed corrupted spells from the ruined battlements above. The battlefield erupted back into chaos instantly, as though the brief revelation about betrayal had shattered whatever fragile restraint existed between the ancient powers gathered beneath Blackthorn Fortress.Varethion’s golden eyes narrowed. The Dragon God did not dodge. One enormous claw rose from the crater beneath the fortress and swept across the battlefield with terrifying force. The resulting shockwave obliterated incoming spells instantly while several demons were crushed beneath falling debris.The mountain itself groaned beneath the creature’s movement. Ancient divine chains tightened around Varethion’s body, glowing with blinding silver light as sacred runes flared across every restraint embedded into the Dragon God’s scales.For the first time, pain crossed

“The Dragon Emperor has returned.”The Lich King’s voice rolled across the ruined fortress like the tolling of a funeral bell. For several terrifying seconds, nobody moved.Rain continued falling through burning towers while crimson fire illuminated the shattered courtyard, yet the battlefield itself seemed trapped beneath the weight of those words. Knights stared at Henry with widening fear. The surviving dark mages looked horrified. Even the abyss demons hesitated now, their crimson eyes fixed upon the orphaned boy standing amid melting stone and dragonfire.Henry’s chest rose unevenly. The flames around him still burned violently, but something inside him had changed after destroying the demon warrior. His senses felt unnaturally sharp. He could hear distant screams from the eastern battlements. He could hear the crackling fire spreading through the fortress walls.Worse still…He could hear heartbeats. Hundreds of them. Every living soldier nearby sounded painfully loud to him now.

The mountain beneath Blackthorn Fortress exploded. Stone erupted upward as a deafening roar tore through the battlefield, powerful enough to shake the heavens themselves. Cracks spread violently across the fortress courtyard while terrified soldiers lost their footing. Even the undead hordes staggered as something colossal awakened deep below the mountain.Henry dropped to one knee. Agony ripped through every nerve in his body. The crimson flames surrounding him spiralled out of control now, twisting through the storm like living creatures. Silver markings had spread fully across his arms and neck, glowing brighter with every heartbeat. The power inside him no longer felt like simple magic.It felt alive. And it was growing stronger by the second. The rain evaporated before touching his skin. Nearby soldiers stared at him with expressions of horror and awe. Moments ago, Henry had been another frightened apprentice struggling to survive the massacre.Now the very air trembled around hi

“Run, little king.”The dragon’s voice echoed inside Henry’s mind with painful clarity. The ancient creature crashed against the shattered courtyard as abyssal chains tightened around its enormous body. Black corruption spread beneath crimson scales like poison crawling through veins, and every violent movement from the dragon sent cracks through the fortress stone beneath it.Yet despite its overwhelming power, the beast was losing. Henry stood frozen beneath the rain. All around him, Blackthorn Fortress burned.Knights screamed across collapsing battlements while undead soldiers tore through defensive lines. Abyss creatures flooded the western breach endlessly, and above everything else loomed the towering figure of the Lich King, whose cold blue eyes remained fixed upon Henry as though the chaos surrounding them no longer mattered.The dragon’s voice came again, weaker this time.“You must leave… before he realises what you truly are.”Henry’s pulse thundered. The creature was speaki

The black chains tightened around Henry’s body hard enough to crack stone beneath his knees. Agony surged through his chest as the hooded mage extended a trembling hand toward him. Strange runes burned beneath Henry’s skin now, glowing through torn fabric like molten silver trapped inside his veins. The pain was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt as though something ancient and enormous had awakened inside him and was struggling violently against invisible restraints.Above Blackthorn Fortress, the storm twisted unnaturally. Lightning spiralled around the massive abyss portal hanging over the fortress while burning debris rained from the sky. Soldiers screamed below as monsters descended upon the courtyard. The sound of steel clashing against claws echoed across the mountainside, but Henry barely heard any of it anymore.That heartbeat inside him grew louder. One pulse.Then another. Each beat shook his entire body. The hooded mage stared at Henry with widening horror. “I

The wooden practice sword cracked against Henry’s ribs hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs. Pain exploded through his side as he stumbled across the muddy training yard, nearly losing his footing before another strike slammed into his shoulder. The impact spun him sideways, and the surrounding knight apprentices burst into laughter.“Too slow again,” Garrick sneered while resting the tip of his steel training blade against Henry’s chest. “At this point, even stable boys fight better than you.”Cold rain drizzled over the fortress courtyard of Blackthorn Keep, turning the ground into a swamp of churned mud and trampled straw. Around the practice ring, rows of young apprentices watched with expressions ranging from amusement to disgust.Henry forced himself upright despite the burning ache in his ribs. Mud dripped from his dark hair into his eyes, but he refused to look away from Garrick.“I’m still standing,” Henry muttered. Garrick laughed. “That’s because you’re too stupid