Novels by Glowvanessa

"Grab him! Break his limbs and drag him across the stone!"High Clerk Valen’s screech pierced the tense, suffocating silence of the market square like shattering glass. The two massive private enforcers didn't hesitate; they drew their heavy iron-reinforced clubs and lunged forward with murderous intent, eager to please their master and terrify the gathering crowd of onlookers.Immediate trouble crashed down like a falling boulder. The first enforcer swung his club in a vicious, bone-crushing arc aimed straight at Kael's head. The crowd gasped collectively, many commoners turning their heads away to avoid watching the brutal impact.Kael didn't flinch, nor did he blink. With razor-sharp reflexes fueled by his upgraded agility parameter, he stepped smoothly inside the swing, letting the heavy weapon pass harmlessly by his shoulder. Before the enforcer could pull his weapon back, Kael channeled a fraction of his raw physical strength and delivered a lightning-fast palm strike directly i

"You think a couple of stolen ledgers and a broken lock are going to save you from the gallows, gutter rat?"The sharp, venomous screech cut straight through the bustling noise of the central market square like a jagged knife, immediately shattering the morning routine of merchants and buyers.Kael stopped dead in his tracks beside a crowded vegetable stall, his heavy travel cloak pulling tight across his broad shoulders. He didn't flinch, nor did he turn around in a panic. He simply let the hostile words hang in the air, recognizing the arrogant, shrill tone immediately. Standing just a few paces away near the grand stone steps of the central exchange bureau was High Clerk Valen, a heavily pampered official draped in rich velvet robes embroidered with thick, glittering silver coin threads. Valen was flanked by two massive private guild enforcers, pointing a trembling, accusatory finger straight at Kael with a look of absolute, smug disgust.Word of the previous night's vault raid beh

"If those magitech runes trip, we'll have half the guild's elite strike team on our necks before we can even blink."Vesperia Vance's warning hissed through the damp midnight air as she pressed her back hard against the rotting timber siding of the east bazaar warehouse. Cold rain slicked the cobblestones, turning the narrow alleys into dark, reflective trenches.Kael crouched beside her, his fingers resting steady and cold against the reinforced iron-and-oak frame of the minor merchant store's back door. He didn't answer her nervous whisper with words; his mind was entirely locked onto the pulsing, invisible hum of arcane energy vibrating through the wood. The immediate trouble was right here—a high-tier security lock designed by guild artificers to vaporize unauthorized intruders.According to the plan they mapped out after leaving the Blue Lantern tavern, this black-market drop point held the illegal financial ledgers, rare catalyst stones, and high-value blood vials managed by the

"You're either the bravest fool in Valoria or the most dangerous man I've ever met."Vesperia Vance’s voice snapped through the tense quiet of the Blue Lantern tavern as she sat back down on the wooden bench, her gray eyes narrowing as she watched two unconscious Syndicate thugs being dragged away into the shadows by trembling patrons.Kael slipped into the seat opposite her without making a sound, pulling his hood down further to keep his face half-hidden. The immediate trouble had passed, but the lingering threat of the local enforcer network hung heavy in the smoke-filled air. If the Syndicate's main branch found out who had dismantled their men in broad daylight, every cutthroat in the lower district would be hunting them by morning."Bravery has nothing to do with it," Kael replied, his voice a low, steady hum that cut straight through the ambient noise of the room. "I didn't come to the capital to hide in taverns. I came to tear down the people who sign your execution orders."V

"I told your master once, and I'll tell him again: my blade is not for hire to corrupt watchmen who beat starving peasants for copper coins!"Vesperia Vance’s sharp, incisive voice whipped through the smoky air of the Blue Lantern tavern, immediately drowning out the low hum of nervous conversation. She stood abruptly in her dim corner booth, her hand resting heavily on the table while two bulky Syndicate thugs blocked her path with menacing grins.Kael, standing just a few yards away near the scarred wooden bar, didn't flinch. He had tracked the enforcers' movements straight from the alley information he gathered, slipping into the tavern mere moments ago. Hearing Vesperia's voice—and more importantly, her surname—sent a cold spark of recognition through his chest. Vance. The same name as the high-ranking military commander who had stood by indifferently while Lord Julian ordered Kael thrown into the mass grave.Yet, looking at her scratched steel armor, her practical silver-white br

The heavy rain pattered relentlessly against the slick cobblestones of the dead-end alley, washing away the grey grime that caked the damp brick walls. In the dim shadows cast by a broken street lamp, the larger thug lowered his heavy iron cudgel, his initial confidence faltering under the cold, piercing weight of Kael’s gaze."You've got a lot of nerve, playing hero in the Syndicate's back yard," the thug sneered, trying to mask his rising unease behind a tough exterior. He motioned to his companion, a wiry man holding a rusted dagger. "Slice him up, Vane. Teach this wanderer how things work in the lower wards."The wiry thug didn't hesitate. He lunged forward with surprising speed, thrusting the jagged blade straight toward Kael’s chest in a swift, horizontal arc.Kael stood completely still until the steel was inches away. To his enhanced perception, the knife moved like a slow-motion pendulum through the damp air. With a subtle twist of his torso, Kael leaned just an inch to the s