Novels by Deenah writes

The second Vivienne burst into the training yard with that sealed ledger I knew the real fight had just grown ten times bigger.Sweat still dripped down my back from morning drills. I lowered my practice sword as she hurried over, her silver robes dusty and her face tight with urgency. Garrick stood beside me wiping his blade, his scarred brow already furrowed."Logan, Captain, you need to see this right now," Vivienne said breathing fast. She held up a thick leather bound book with strange glowing runes on the cover. "I took a small team to Malakor’s seized estate before the high mages could strip it clean. This was hidden behind a false wall in his private study. Encrypted financial records."I took the ledger from her hands feeling its heavy weight. "Encrypted how? Can you read it?"She nodded glancing around to make sure no noble pages lingered nearby. "I broke the cipher this morning. It is worse than we thought. Malakor was not running the show. He was a hired blade. A very well

The second the lower district crowd started chanting my name outside the training gates I knew my new life as the Dragon Knight had become a double edged blade.I stepped out of the barracks into the morning light still buckling my borrowed chest plate. The cheers hit me immediately. Dozens of common folk pressed against the iron fence waving hands and shouting."Dragon Knight! Logan! You saved us!"A sturdy blacksmith pushed through the group holding up a fresh forged dagger. "For you sir. The blade is good steel. Not that cheap iron the nobles keep sending. We all chipped in."I took the dagger feeling its solid weight and gave him a firm nod. "This means more than you know. Thank you. How is your family after the rift attack?"The blacksmith grinned wide. "Safe because of you. My daughter still talks about the wyvern landing in the plaza. Says you are proof the old gods have not forgotten the lower folk."Before I could reply a group of washer women called out from the side."Logan

The dark does not just hide the truth; it swallows a man whole until he forgets the color of the sun.Logan hung from the stone ceiling of the deepest cell in the capital, his toes barely scraping the damp floorboards. The dungeon smelled of old rot, stagnant water, and the copper tang of his own blood. Heavy iron bands clamped around his forearms and ankles, linked together by thick anti-magic chains that hummed with a sickening, pale blue light. Every time Logan tried to draw a full breath, the metal surged, sending sharp needles of agony through his skin and suppressing the dragon fire in his veins.The heavy iron door groaned open, letting a sliver of torchlight cut through the damp blackness of the cell.Lord Malakor stepped inside, his dark purple robes rustling smoothly against the wet stone. He did not look like a man who had just unleashed demons upon his own people. He looked perfectly clean, his silver staff clicking softly against the floor as he stopped a few feet away fr

The sky belonged to the monsters until Logan climbed into the saddle of the world.He did not hesitate, stepping onto the massive, armored snout of the beast and hauling himself up onto the rough ridge of its neck. The iron gray scales were hot against his palms, vibrating with a deep, rhythmic hum that matched the frantic pounding of his own heart.Get up here, Logan yelled, extending his hand down toward Vivienne. We cannot close that rift from the dirt.Vivienne looked at the towering creature, her face pale but her eyes blazing with sudden determination. She grabbed his hand, and Logan pulled her up behind him with a single, effortless tug. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, her breath hot against his neck.Captain, take the children to the secondary barracks, Logan shouted down to Garrick, who was already marshaling the sobbing kids into a tight defensive formation.Go, Garrick roared back, swinging his broadsword to decapitate a stray hound that tried to breach the c

The sky tore open like a wet piece of paper, and the monsters came crawling out of the tear.Thick, oily purple smoke drifted through the streets of the lower districts, smelling of rotten meat and old sulfur. The ground kept shaking as smaller spatial rifts cracked across the cobblestones, letting packs of low-level demons drop into the panic-stricken crowd. They looked like skinless dogs with jagged bone spikes growing along their spines and red eyes that burned with a mindless, vicious hunger.Look at the inner wall, Vivienne shouted, pointing a shaking finger toward the upper terraces of the city.High above the chaos, a massive, shimmering gold dome of magical energy was rising, completely enclosing the royal palace and the wealthy noble estates. The high mages were sealing themselves inside, turning their backs on the common citizens below.They are leaving the outer slums to burn, Logan said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, dark growl. They are not even sending a single sq

The dark did not hide the killers, it just gave them a head start.The shadows along the archive wall stretched longer as the armored boots came closer. Logan stood in front of Vivienne, his knuckles white around the heavy iron candle stand, ready to swing at the first throat that came through the archway.Suddenly, a massive figure crashed through the side doorway, a giant steel broadsword swinging in a lethal circle.Move, you idiots, Captain Garrick roared, his voice cutting through the damp air like a thunderclap.Garrick, Vivienne gasped, her hand flying to her chest. How did you find us?I have been tracking these robed freaks for three weeks while you two were busy playing scholar in the dust, Garrick barked, blocking a sudden crossbolt bolt with his steel gauntlet. The main force is right behind me. We are outnumbered twenty to one. Move your legs.Where do we go? The stairs are blocked, Logan said, knocking down a charging cultist with a quick kick to the knee.Up there, Garr