Novels by Oriel & coo

“That woman,” Chay declared, his voice cold and chilly as he descended the marble staircase one measured step at a time, “is mine.”Silence swallowed the hall. Hundreds of eyes followed him. Each step echoed throughout the chamber. Clack. Clack. Clack.The sound alone seemed to squeeze the air from the room. As Chay descended down slowly, the scent hit him. Wine. Blood. Perfume. Fear. His fingers slowly tightened. Nothing had changed. Ten years… yet this place still smelled exactly the same. It still had the same polished marble. The velvet curtains and the golden chandeliers were the same. The same laughter and of course, the same sickness. Memories crashed into him without warning. He was a young, innocent man chained to a post, with a leather whip splitting his skin. He could remember how he didn’t even have a second to catch a break. Wealthy men raised glasses while placing bets on how long he could stay conscious. Women laughed. The host didn’t cease to make jokes as

Luxury had never looked so evil. Hidden beneath a mountain range, several hours outside Hawter, stood a place the outside world believed was nothing more than an abandoned wine estate.It was called Lumen Village.The wealthy called it paradise.The unfortunate called it hell.A pair of enormous iron gates slowly opened as sleek black vehicles rolled into the underground compound one after another. Valets hurried forward to receive expensive cars while attendants welcomed every guest with practiced smiles and crystal glasses of vintage wine.Marble floors gleamed beneath towering chandeliers.A string quartet performed soft classical music.Fine paintings decorated the walls.Everything about the place whispered extra ordinary wealth.Nothing about it revealed the screams buried beneath it.Beyond the grand lobby laid a circular theater capable of seating hundreds.And every seat was occupied.Business magnates were in attendance. Politicians. Crime lords. Even foreigners. Men whos

For one strange heartbeat, the only sound inside the house was the rain striking the broken roof. Then–Gunfire exploded. Three men opened fire while the others charged from different angles, believing numbers alone would bury the man standing before them.Chay disappeared. Well, not literally.He moved so fast that their eyes couldn't keep up.The first volley ripped through empty air where he'd been standing a fraction of a second earlier.“W-Where–“A sharp crack echoed. CRACK!One gunman collapsed before finishing the sentence. Before he knew it, Chay had reached behind him and snapped his neck in a quick, sharp twist. His rifle never hit the ground and Chay had already caught it.Another man lunged with a machete, repeatedly slicing it through the air without stopping.Steel sliced through the air, but Chay fearlessly stepped inside the swing.His elbow drove into the man's chest with frightening precision. His ribs broke into tiny fragments, piercing his organs all at the sam

Jordan stared at him in silence.The smirk on his face stiffened.His eyes searched Chay's face, the scar, the blood, the cold eyes."...You're really... him."His eyes slowly swept over Chay from head to toe. He could see the torn military combat uniform, he caught the dried blood, the fresh wounds and his blood stained knife.Then his gaze returned to the familiar scar running across the left side of Chay’s face. His pupils narrowed. “So…” he muttered to himself. “You didn’t die.”Silence.Then Jordan suddenly laughed. Not because he found it funny, but because the absurdity of it excited him. “Hahaha…”“I’ll be damned! The dead actually came home?” He asked, his grin widening. Chay didn’t answer CRACK. The leader’s neck twisted violently in Chay’s hand. His body instantly went limp and Chay released him, his corpse collapsing beside Nana. There was definitely no way Chay was going to spare him after he killed Nana. Only then did Chay slowly raise his eyes and completely face

He was a second too late. The steel club had already fallen.It crashed into Nana's skull with a sickening crack.Blood sprayed across the wooden floor.Her frail body twitched once…...then went still.Silence. The six men instinctively turned to look at the shattered doorway. Their hands quickly found their pistols, knives also flashing from beneath jackets. The leader ripped a small knife from the back of his waistband ready to launch it across the room, while the others spread out on instinct, forming a half circle. Then, they froze, Standing in the splintered remains of the front door was a man. He was tall, well over six feet, with broad shoulders that seemed capable of carrying mountains. His black military combat coat was torn in several places from the battle he had just left.Fresh cuts lined his forearms, and dried blood… some of his, most not his… stained his sleeves and face. His combat knife still rested in his hand, its blade dripping with dark blood that hadn’t y

Nana laid crumpled on the cold wooden floor, her frail body twisted at unnatural angles. Almost every bone in her body had been shattered. They sure had taken their time. Blood seeped from countless wounds, staining her once neat woolly clothes a deep red before pooling beneath her. It was not a good sight to behold. Every breath felt like a blade carving through her chest. Her vision blurred as tears mixed with blood trickled down her wrinkled face. Anyone with a normal heart who saw Nana’s state would’ve shed tears. She was merely an innocent, frail old lady. She had lived a very long life, but she never imagined it would end like this. Six huge men surrounded her. One of them, a towering brute with a shaved head, a braid tail dangling behind his head, and his tattooed fists wrapped around a thick steel club, looked down at her with a hint of pity. “You know,” he clicked his tongue, rolling his shoulders. “I almost feel sorry for you, old lady.” He rested the club against h