Novels by Miyi

The blood-red mist swirled around the bike’s protective aura, a thick, abrasive soup that hissed against the kinetic barrier. Mateo didn't waste a second. He gunned the engine, the bike’s rear tire spitting sparks against the debris-strewn concrete as they tore away from the basement bunker.“Where are we going, Mateo? We can’t just cruise around with a target like that in your pocket!” Akash shouted, his voice barely audible over the roaring motor.“I know a place,” Mateo yelled back, his eyes darting toward the rooftops. “An old transit maintenance shack. It’s got lead shielding. It might keep us off their sensors for a while.”“Sensors? You think they’re tracking the watch?”“Look around, Akash! That watch wasn’t just a gift. That guy was terrified for a reason. He wanted it gone because he knew what it opened!”They wove through the jagged, decaying ruins of the industrial district. The red fog seemed to thicken, pressing against the bike’s white, shimmering dome like a living han

The blinding white light didn't just illuminate the transit hub; it surged through the bike’s frame, a tectonic shift of raw, unfiltered voltage. Mateo felt his teeth ache and his skin crawl with static electricity as the bike slammed into the conduit. The world tilted, the sound of the world ending replaced by a singular, high-pitched ringing that seemed to vibrate inside his very skull.“Are we dead?” Akash’s voice cut through the haze, sounding like it was coming from the bottom of a deep, watery well.Mateo blinked, his vision slowly coalescing from blinding white to a bruised, throbbing grey. The bike was wedged against the conduit, its chassis glowing a dull, angry cherry red. The red fog had been pushed back, swirling at the perimeter of their newly energized dampener field.“Not yet,” Mateo croaked, dragging a hand across his face. He felt soot and grit, but his skin was intact. “Check the gauge. Tell me we’ve got juice.”Akash leaned forward, his hands trembling as he hovered

The bike shrieked, a tortured, high-pitched mechanical wail that fought against the suffocating, blood-red atmosphere of the Forbidden Sector. The air here wasn't just gas; it was an abrasive, corrosive mist that stung even through the shimmering white membrane of the dampener field.“Mateo, look at the casing!” Akash shouted over the roar of the engine, his voice tight and raw. “The intake grill—it’s turning orange! The mist is eating the alloy!”Mateo didn't turn his head. His eyes were fixed on the road, which was disappearing into the swirling crimson gloom. “How bad is it?”“It’s eating through the finish! If we don’t keep the velocity up, the field is going to collapse because the dampener hardware is literally disintegrating!”“Then I’ll go faster! Hang on!” Mateo slammed his wrist against the throttle, pushing the bike until the frame rattled violently.“Faster? Mateo, if you hit a pothole at this speed, we’ll be scattered across three city blocks!”“Better than being melted b

The silence of the storm drain was absolute, a heavy, airless vacuum that pressed against Mateo’s eardrums like deep-sea pressure. He held his breath, his chest burning as the bike’s engine remained silent, the kinetic field collapsed to save the last of their charge. They rolled through the darkness by momentum alone, the tires crunching against wet, slick silt."Any air?" Mateo wheezed, his voice sounding like dry paper rubbing together.Akash’s reply was a frantic, muffled grunt. He was hunched over, clutching his own throat. "None! Keep moving! We have to find an exit!"Mateo squinted into the gloom. Ahead, a faint, sickly violet light filtered through a storm grate above. He steered toward it, his vision swimming with dark spots. As they reached the center of the shaft, he slammed his thumb onto the activation switch.The engine roared to life, a desperate, gargling protest. The kinetic field flared, clearing the toxic haze in a three-foot radius. Mateo gasped, his lungs feeling

The air shrieked as the bike’s engine hit its redline, the kinetic barrier expanding into a brilliant, jagged halo of ionized light. Mateo didn't blink as they slammed toward the line of armored figures. The effect was immediate: the moment his dampener field touched the static air-scrubber zone surrounding the station, a high-pitched whine rose to a deafening crescendo.Sparks showered the pavement. The guards, caught off balance by the sudden, violent feedback loop, stumbled back, their weapons swinging wildly.“Jump!” Mateo roared, veering the bike into a hard slide just feet from the main terminal.Akash hit the asphalt with a grunt, tucking into a roll and coming up behind a concrete barrier. “You crazy son of a—!”“Keep them occupied!” Mateo yelled, already kicking the stand down.The bike’s hum stabilized, the violet mist recoiling from the bubble. Two of the scavengers, their visors dark and unreadable, recovered first. They surged forward, rifles raised, their movements preda

The engine screamed, a high-pitched, metallic protest that vibrated through the frame of the bike and into Mateo’s very marrow. Behind them, the swarm of locals had faded into a blurred smear of grey, but the violet mist was relentless. It curled around the edges of their three-foot bubble like ink diffusing in water, testing the barrier for any weak point.“Keep it steady, kid! You’re losing pressure on the left side!” Akash yelled, his voice strained against the roar of the wind.“I’m pushing it as hard as it’ll go!” Mateo shouted back, his eyes glued to the flickering battery indicator. “If I floor it, the dampener gets unstable. If I slow down, we’re dead. You see the problem?”“Yeah, I see the problem. I’m looking at the intake valve right now. It’s glowing red,” Akash grunted, leaning precariously over the vibrating battery casing behind the seat.“Don’t touch the dampener coils! I told you!”“I’m not touching the coils, I’m looking at the cooling line! Look, if you don’t let me