Novels by omolaayo

"Welcome back... Arkanis."The corrupted dragon's voice echoed across the ruined Sanctuary with unnatural clarity, carrying far beyond the battlefield as though the world itself had become a chamber built to amplify those dreadful words. Every sword stopped moving. Every spell faded before it reached its target.The retreating abyss demons halted mid-step, while the undead warriors froze like statues carved from frost. Even the rain seemed to hesitate as countless eyes turned toward the lone young knight standing at the centre of the battlefield. Henry's heart slammed against his ribs. Then it beat again. But the second heartbeat did not belong to him.A deeper rhythm echoed beneath his own pulse, ancient and powerful, like the slow beating of a colossal dragon sleeping beneath the earth. His vision blurred. The Dragon Heart burned hotter than it ever had before. Silver markings spread beyond his neck, climbing toward his face like living rivers of light. Crimson flames spiralled aroun

The roar struck before anyone could react. It did not come from the battlefield. It did not emerge from the abyss portals. Nor did it originate from anywhere within the known world. The sound arrived from somewhere far beyond reality itself. Mountains cracked. Ancient fortifications were shattered.The heavens trembled as invisible waves of force spread across the horizon. Every dragon present felt it immediately. The corrupted dragon screamed in agony. Varethion's enormous body stiffened against his divine chains. Even the Dragon Heart within Henry's chest reacted violently. Pain exploded through his entire body. He dropped to one knee. Blood trickled from his nose.The First God immediately stepped forward. Golden light surrounded Henry, easing the pressure slightly. Yet the pain remained. Because the roar was not attacking his body.It was attacking his bloodline. Something ancient had recognised the Dragon Heart. And it was answering.The battlefield remained frozen in shock. Thous

The mountain split apart. The moment the unknown presence awakened beneath Blackthorn Fortress, the battlefield descended into complete disorder. The abyss demons stopped advancing. The undead army halted. Even the corrupted dragon, whose mind had been steadily consumed by abyssal corruption, suddenly froze in place as though some ancient instinct warned it not to move.For the first time since his arrival, the Abyss General looked genuinely alarmed. That single reaction unsettled Henry more than the armies surrounding them. Until now, the General had treated everything with detached confidence. Dragons, undead kings, divine prisons, and burning kingdoms had all failed to disturb him. Yet something sleeping beneath the fortress had changed that.The storm overhead intensified. Lightning ripped across the heavens, illuminating the battlefield in flashes of silver and crimson. Deep beneath the fortress, something enormous shifted. The movement felt wrong. Not because it was violent.Beca

"Run from destiny."The voice did not echo across the battlefield. It did not emerge from the sky, the abyss, or the imprisoned Dragon God. The words came from inside Henry's mind. Yet they carried a weight so ancient that they seemed older than the mountain itself. For a brief moment, everything else faded into the background.The roaring battle.The screams of dying soldiers.The clash between undead armies and abyssal demons. All of it became distant. Henry stood frozen as those three words reverberated through his thoughts. Run from destiny. The voice sounded disturbingly familiar. Not merely because it resembled his own. It felt like listening to an older version of himself. A version burdened by centuries of pain, regret, and loss.The Dragon Heart pulsed violently inside his chest. Pain exploded behind his eyes. Suddenly, the battlefield vanished. Henry found himself standing somewhere else entirely. An endless plain stretched before him beneath a crimson sky. The air smelled of a

The sky tore apart. What emerged from the abyss portal was not merely another demon. It was a catastrophe given form. The massive armoured claw that had appeared moments earlier ripped through the edges of reality itself. Black lightning surged across the heavens while the portal expanded far beyond its original size. The storm over Blackthorn Fortress twisted violently as though the world itself rejected whatever was trying to enter.Every soldier on the battlefield felt it.Fear.Not ordinary fear. A primal terror is buried deep inside every living creature. The sensation reminded Henry of standing at the edge of a cliff and realising the darkness below had suddenly begun staring back. The enormous hand gripped the portal's edge. Then another followed.Ancient black armour covered the creature's body, engraved with symbols that seemed to shift whenever someone looked directly at them. Crimson energy leaked from the cracks between those plates like blood flowing from an old wound. Even

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 newcomer attacked before anyone could speak. The instant his foot crossed the threshold of the Heavenly Gate, the entire city of Ironhaven descended into chaos. Reality fractured. The sky split apart like broken glass.Golden cracks stretched from horizon to horizon, revealing glimpses of a realm beyond mortal understanding. Through those cracks, Arthur saw impossible landscapes. Mountains floating upside down. Rivers flowing through space. Cities built upon the backs of creatures larger than worlds.Then the pressure arrived. Every living creature inside Ironhaven felt it. Citizens collapsed onto their knees. Cultivators coughed blood. Ancient formations hidden beneath the city shattered one after another. The pressure carried no hostility. That was what made it terrifying. This was merely the natural consequence of the being's existence.Arthur felt his muscles lock. His newly evolved Eclipse Tyrant Bloodline immediately activated. Dark silver energy surged through his body. The

Arthur's refusal lasted exactly three heartbeats. Not because his will was weak.Not because temptation had overcome him.But because one of the Wardens moved. The colossal figure beyond the gate raised its weapon. At first, the motion seemed slow, almost deliberate. Then reality itself bent around the weapon's path.The sky cracked. The stars vanished. An invisible force swept across Ironhaven.Thousands of citizens collapsed instantly. Cultivators throughout the city coughed blood. Ancient defensive formations carved into the capital's walls shattered like glass. Arthur felt something inside his body screaming. Not fear.Recognition.The sensation horrified him. The thing awakening within his soul recognised the Wardens. Worse, it remembered them.The realisation sent a cold shiver through his entire body. Above the city, the enormous Warden lowered its faceless gaze. Its voice rolled across heaven and earth like a divine decree."Reality Contamination Confirmed."The words echoed across t

The moment the ancient voice uttered the name Eclipse Sovereign, the entire world seemed to recoil. Not merely the city.Not merely the kingdom.Reality itself. The colossal stone gate hanging above Ironhaven trembled as waves of crimson light poured from its ancient surface. Countless runes illuminated simultaneously, creating rivers of golden symbols that flowed across the heavens like celestial waterfalls.Arthur felt the change immediately. Pain exploded inside his soul. His knees slammed against the shattered stone beneath him. Blood spilt from his mouth. Every nerve in his body felt as though it had been thrust into molten fire. The agony surpassed anything he had experienced during his execution. It surpassed the Soul Severance Sword.It surpassed death itself. Because this pain was not attacking his body. It was attacking his identity. Memories that did not belong to Arthur Kensington battered the walls of his mind.Entire worlds flashed before his eyes. He saw armies marching b

The crimson light exploded from the abyss with enough force to tear apart the remaining foundations of the prison, and the moment the ancient voice uttered those three chilling words, every living soul within the underground ruins felt an indescribable pressure descend upon them."He remembers nothing."The words echoed through the shattered corridors long after the voice had fallen silent. Arthur stood frozen amidst the falling debris. A strange sensation gripped his chest. The voice had sounded familiar. Not familiar in the ordinary sense. Rather, it felt like hearing a forgotten memory speak from the depths of his own soul. The experience unsettled him more than the monster beneath the capital. It unsettled him more than death itself.Because deep inside, beyond logic and reason, a terrifying possibility had begun taking shape.What if the creature was right?What if there truly were memories hidden inside him? The silver-haired man stared toward the glowing abyss with visible tension

The creature attacked before Arthur could process its final words. The abyss beneath the shattered prison exploded with terrifying force as another colossal claw surged upward through the darkness. Jagged black scales scraped against stone and steel alike, reducing centuries-old walls to rubble. The impact sent shockwaves racing through the underground complex, throwing soldiers off their feet and collapsing entire sections of the prison.Arthur barely reacted in time. The mysterious woman grabbed his arm and pulled him backwards just as the claw smashed through the ground where he had been standing moments earlier. Fragments of stone erupted into the air. Dust swallowed the corridor.The surviving soldiers screamed as debris crushed them beneath tons of falling rock. Arthur struggled to keep his balance while the entire structure groaned around them. The prison was dying. Ironhaven's underground fortress had stood for hundreds of years, surviving wars, rebellions, and powerful cultiv

The prison was collapsing. Stone pillars cracked apart as violent tremors tore through the underground complex. Massive chunks of rock crashed from the ceiling, crushing cells that had stood untouched for decades. Dust exploded into the air, turning entire corridors into choking clouds of grey. Arthur barely had time to react.The moment the deafening roar erupted from beneath the capital, every instinct inside him screamed danger. Not ordinary danger.Not the danger of soldiers or cultivators. This was something older. Something that belonged to the same nightmare realm where he had seen the crimson moon and the seven chained thrones.The roar shook the foundation of Ironhaven itself. The mysterious woman in black immediately turned toward the darkness beyond the collapsing corridor. For the first time since her appearance, genuine alarm flashed across her face."Impossible," she whispered.Arthur heard her clearly. The reaction unsettled him. Anyone capable of frightening Elder Rowan