Novels by Cedar Karamy

Kaelen shifted slightly on his ornate stone throne. His voice echoed with a low, measured resonance, bearing the weight of a ruler."Aldric," Kaelen began slowly, choosing every word with utmost care. "Your devotion to Ellara has never been in question, nor has your courage. You have stood by her side as a guardian and a friend, and for that, you have my deepest gratitude."Kaelen paused for a moment. Ellara and Aldric exchanged a brief, gentle smile."Yet Aldric, marriage is a bond that ties two souls together, and right now, the threads of our realm's destiny are frayed. With the mist advancing relentlessly and shadows gathering at our gates, my primary duty is the survival of our people. I cannot entrust Ellara to you today, yet neither do I reject the honor of your request. I ask only for your patience. Continue to stand beside her, protect Ellara as you always have, and let time unveil what lies ahead."Aldric’s sharp mind instantly caught the subtle hesitation veiled beneath Kae

The Human Realm — Port ValenMorning at Port Valen High School proceeded as usual. Students hurried along the corridors, teachers rushed to their respective classrooms, and the school bell chimed promptly at seven o'clock. Arven sat at his desk, staring blankly at the blackboard, his mind lingering far elsewhere.Dr. Malik.Ever since their encounter on the rooftop, Arven had been unable to purge the man from his thoughts. Not out of fear—he had confronted tsunamis, shadow entities, and portals spanning across dimensions. The man was merely human. Yet humans could prove far more dangerous than any beast. Humans possessed records. Humans operated within organizations. Humans crafted deliberate schemes."Arven." Kiana took her seat beside him, placing her books upon the desk. "You're lost in thought again.""I'm just thinking.""About that man on the roof?"Arven turned to face her. Kiana possessed an uncanny ability to read his mind."I don't know who he is," Arven said softly. "But he

The mist from the Forbidden Forest had reached the northernmost village in the Shadow Realm.The village was called Duskhollow—a small settlement nestled at the foot of the mountains, home to stonemasons and mist hunters. That night, the villagers of Duskhollow heard an eerie sound echoing from the direction of the forest. It was not the call of a beast. Nor was it the howling of the wind. It sounded like a prolonged, layered whisper, as if thousands of souls were speaking in a single breath.Then came the mist.It did not sweep over the village like a sudden storm. It crept. Slowly. Touching every house, every tree, every well. Whatever it touched was transformed. Timber turned brittle. Water grew murky. Vegetation withered in a matter of seconds. The villagers who inhaled it collapsed immediately, their bodies shivering violently, their skin turning pale as ash.In less than an hour, Duskhollow became a dead village.The first report reached the palace via scout birds released from

Arven leaped from rooftop to rooftop, his feet landing lightly upon concrete and corrugated iron. He did not look back. There was no need. He knew Dr. Malik remained standing there, watching him depart. Yet Arven could not stop. Not now. Too many eyes had seen. Too many cameras. Too many questions.He descended from the final building, landing in a quiet alley behind the market. Leaning his back against the wall, he caught his breath. His heart hammered rapidly—not from physical exertion, but from anger. He had been so careful for years. He had hidden his power from everyone. Yet that man—Dr. Malik—had managed to track him down."How did he know?" Arven whispered softly.No answer came. The alley remained silent, save for the puddles formed by the rain he had just summoned and the scent of damp asphalt evaporating into the air.Arven pulled out his phone. Three messages from Kiana lit up the screen.'Where are you? I heard there was a fire downtown. Arven, are you okay?'Arven typed a

That afternoon, downtown Port Valen was thrown into chaos. Thick black smoke billowed high from the twelfth floor of an office building. Flames leaped from glass windows, shattering panes and sending debris showering onto the streets below. Fire engines arrived from all directions—five units, then six, then seven. Sirens wailed in unison, tearing through the usually bustling city air.People scattered along the sidewalks. Police set up boundary lines. Firefighters unreeled hoses and scaled hydraulic ladders, straining to reach the flames on the upper floors. Yet the inferno was too vast. Strong gusts blowing in from the harbor drove the blaze rapidly to the eleventh floor, then the tenth.Inside the building, employees remained trapped. A few waved frantically from behind windows. Others screamed for help. Smoke began creeping into the hallways, choking anyone caught inside.Amidst the commotion, someone stood atop the roof of an adjacent building. A young man with a school bag slung

That morning, Arven woke earlier than usual. A strange sensation had plagued his sleep all night—a feeling as if something were watching him from afar, not with malice, but with an intent he could not define. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the closed bedroom window.Outside, the Valdorian sky remained shrouded in darkness. The birds had yet to sing. Only the morning breeze drifted softly through the trees.Arven rose, slipped into his school uniform, and stepped out of his room. Sarmila was already awake, preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Ajiman sat in the living room, taking slow sips of his coffee."Morning, son," Ajiman greeted."Morning, Dad." Arven took a seat, accepting a plate of fried rice from his mother."Didn't sleep well?" Sarmila asked, observing her son's weary face.Arven gave a subtle shake of his head. "Just a strange dream."Sarmila and Ajiman exchanged a quiet glance. They did not pry further. It was an unspoken rule in their household never to ask abou

VIP Room 205 at Mount Elizabeth. Nine in the evening. Bryan Lim sat propped up in his bed, his face still heavily wrapped in bandages. His jaw was swollen, his nostrils stuffed with cotton, and two of his ribs were fractured. Yet his eyes burned sharp—far sharper than usual.Kelvin Teo sat on the sofa, his arm suspended in a sling. Ryan Wong was in a wheelchair, his left leg encased in a cast. Daniel Ng stood by the window, arms folded across his chest, the only one among them who had escaped severe injury."So what you're telling me," Bryan said, wincing at the sharp throb in his jaw, "is that Darren Chuo can suddenly fight?""Yeah," Kelvin replied. "He dropped all three of us in seconds. I didn't even have time to block.""You couldn't block because you're weak," Bryan cut in.Kelvin fell silent.Ryan wheeled himself closer. "Bryan, it's not about being weak. I saw it with my own eyes. He moved with insane speed. Like someone used to brawl, someone trained in martial arts. Not the s

The seventh floor of Mount Elizabeth. Eleven at night. The hospital corridor had fallen dead silent—punctuated only by the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of a night nurse's passing footsteps. Two bodyguards still stood outside Room 702, their eyes blank and arms folded across their chests.Darren sat on the sofa inside the room, accompanied by Ah Beng's spirit floating near the window. On the bed, Ah Beng's physical body still lay unconscious. The monitor blinked softly. The IV line dripped steadily."You sure you want to crash here?" Ah Beng asked without turning around.Darren shrugged. "Nobody's waiting for me at home.""Your dad?""In Singapore for two more days. Then back overseas."Ah Beng turned his head. "He came all the way here just to check a hospital room?""Said he had business to handle."Ah Beng scoffed. He turned his gaze back to the window. Outside, the city lights burned bright. Cars sped across the slick, rain-soaked streets."Kid.""Yeah?

The elevator doors slid open on the seventh floor. Darren stepped out, his footsteps echoing softly down the silent hospital corridor—punctuated only by the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant rustle of nurses' shoes. Two bodyguards in black suits stood outside Room 702, arms folded, staring blankly ahead.Darren gave them a brief nod. One of the bodyguards opened the door. Darren froze.Inside the room, sitting on the leather sofa beside the bed, was Lawrence Chuo. The man had his legs crossed, holding a phone in one hand while his other fingers tapped rhythmically against the sofa armrest.Standing beside Lawrence was Scarlet—his personal secretary, a stunning, single woman in her early thirties. She was holding a tablet, its screen illuminated.On the bed, Ah Beng lay unconscious. An IV line ran into the back of his hand, the monitor blinked softly, and his face was deathly pale. Beside the bed, Ah Beng's spirit floated, arms crossed, watching Lawrence Chuo with a guard

Mount Elizabeth Hospital. Seventh floor. VIP Room 210.Bryan Lim lay on the bed, his face patched up with bandages here and there. Cotton stuffed his nose, stitches lined his split lip, and two of his ribs were fractured. Kelvin Teo and Ryan Wong were being treated in the adjacent room. Daniel Ng was unharmed—he had bolted before Ah Beng could lay a finger on him.Beside the bed sat Dr. Henry Lim, Bryan's father, his face taut with tension. A senior surgeon at the hospital, he was a middle-aged man wearing thin-framed glasses with silvering hair at his temples. He never imagined his son would end up in a state like this.The door swung open. Darren walked in.His face was still bruised, his jaw swollen, a plaster stuck over his temple, and a small line of stitches marked the corner of his lip. His school uniform was neatly pressed, but it couldn't hide the injuries underneath.Walking alongside Darren was Lawrence Chuo. The man was tall and broad-shouldered, clad in a dark gray suit w

An abandoned warehouse behind the school. The building was old, its paint peeling away, and wild weeds pushed up through cracks in the concrete. The place had been out of use for a long time—its door padlocked, windows shattered, and not a single teacher would bother to check it. The perfect spot to beat someone up without witnesses.Darren stood with his back pressed against the wall. His jaw was bleeding, his temple split open, and his left cheek swollen. In front of him, Bryan Lim clenched his fists, breathing heavily."I told you, didn't I?" Bryan said. "Find that name. Simple as that. But you just had to be stubborn."Kelvin Teo smirked from the side. "Bryan, looks like he needs another lesson.""Come on, let's beat him up!" Ryan Wong said.Daniel Ng crossed his arms, watching with a bored expression.Darren spat blood onto the ground. "I told you, I can't.""Wrong," Bryan said. "It's not that you can't, you just don't want to."Bryan's fist slammed into Darren's stomach. Darren

Darren stood in front of the sink in the innermost stall of the bathroom, washing his face. The running tap water splashed against cheeks that were still bearing faint traces of bruises.The door swung open. Four guys walked in.Bryan Lim led the way. Kelvin Teo stood at his left, an e-cigarette tucked into his shirt pocket. Ryan Wong and Daniel Ng followed close behind, both with their arms crossed over their chests."Darren," Bryan called out.Darren turned around. "What do you want?"Bryan took a few steps forward, stopping two paces away from him. "About you snitching to the form teacher. Telling her I bought the leaked exam papers."Darren knitted his brows. He hadn't reported anything. But arguing would only drag this out longer."I'm willing to let it slide," Bryan continued. "And I'll stop messing with you, too. No more punches to that innocent-looking face of yours."Darren just kept his brows furrowed."Because there's something I need from you," Bryan added.Darren waited.