Novels by Vikki

Calanthe, Gwen, Tartarus, and Most of all Gerald, curiously looked at Hesperia expecting an answer on how she could help them.Hesperia began fidgeting with her fingers nervously. She was scared of talking because she felt that someone might hear and report to King Nebeus since Grafburg was after all the place he resided in.Gerald noticed her nervousness and instantly sensed that she was afraid of something. This piqued his interest more because when they saved her, she had this mysterious aura around that he couldn't quite place his fingers on.“ It's fine Hesperia. You're safe with us and we won't let any harm come to you okay? “ Gerald assured Hesperia with a tight-lipped smile.“ Okay, “ Hesperia answered him and closed her eyes as she exhaled several times to calm her paranoia down. She tried to calm down while the rest waited for her patient.When she opened her eyes they glowed neon green which surprised everyone in the room. When Hesperia’s eyes glowed, everyone in the room f

When Gerald asked what was wrong with Grafburg, the whole room went silent for a while Gwen kept looking at her mom angrily. Gwen was indeed very short-tempered.“ Ask my dear mother, since she is the one who portalled us here. She’s in the best position to answer your question, “ Gwen said as she looked at Gerald.“ Isn’t that right, Mother? “ Gwen said to Calanthe and faked a smile. Calanthe rolled her eyes at her daughter.“ Gwendolyn!! “ Calanthe said to her daughter in a reprimanding way. She only called Gwen by her full whenever she was trying to reprimand her daughter or express disapproval of the way Gwen behaved.“ I apologize, “ Gwen said and bowed slightly showing respect to her mother even though she was still visibly unhappy about where her mother decided to portal them to.“ I brought us here because I think we might be safe here for now. King Nebeus and Ophelia, his head of Mages, would consider this the last place we’ll come to because to them they’ll feel like we all c

“ You shall not die today, supreme mother of the light. Not while I’m here “ The female voice said but she failed to see the face before she blanked out.“ Mother, stay with me please!! “ Gwen jerked her mom in a bid to keep her awake but all to avail.At this same time the strange woman rushed to Calanthe’s side and knelt beside her trying to cast a spell that would extract the troll's venom.“ Who are you? “ Gerald asked the woman and while the rest except Tartarus who had passed out, just looked at the woman. For some reason Gerald didn’t trust her.“ I am Adeline of Meldine and I’m a friend of Calanthe or should I say Calanthe taught me everything I know today. Please let me heal her, I’m also a sister of the light, “ Adeline said.Adeline didn’t wait for them to give her approval before she placed both of her hands on Calanthe’s chest and began to chant a spell.Just like Calanthe, a bright light shone on Adeline’s hands as the spell began to extract the poison from Calanthe’s bo

When the city gate opened and Gerald could see a girl being dragged to the podium meant for beheading. He immediately turned to Calanthe.“ Is this an illusion too? All these things we are seeing right now “ Gerald asked to be sure of his next move as they all stood ready to fight too.“ There’s only one way to find out or I can just portal us out of here right now “ Calanthe answered with her gaze fixed on King Nebeus Soldiers and the trolls who were just a little distance away from them.“ No, if we portal out of here we won't be able to save that girl they are dragging to the podium. I won't forgive myself if I leave without trying to save her because I am a woman like her. My spirit tells me she'll be of great assistance to us “ Gwen cut in before Gerald could answer Calanthe and Gerald was impressed at how reasonable Gwen was at that moment.“ This is the first time I have heard you say something very reasonable since I began to travel with you all, “ Tartarus said with a chuckle.

When Gerald and his companions arrived at the border between the enchanted forest and the realm of the trolls they alighted from the giant scorpions.“ Thank you very much, great scorpions, “ Gerald said to the giant scorpions and bowed his head slightly showing respect.“ We all have names, Gerald. I am Atamis, their leader. I wish you luck in this quest you all have embarked on because you will need all the luck you can get to be able to defeat King Nebeus “ Atamis, the leader of the giant scorpion, said to Gerald.While Gwen, Calanthe, and Tartarus waited patiently for him to be done discussing with the scorpions.“ Thank you Atamis, I wish you well too. Goodbye I hope fate makes our paths cross again “ Gerald said and bowed slightly before turning his back to go back to the others who were standing in front of the thick fog that surrounded the forest, the fog was its gate out.Gerald barely took four steps when Atamis called out to him again.“ Be careful Gerald, on this quest you

When they turned to see who said where they were camping for the night wasn't safe they turned and saw that it was Tartarus who said it.He was now awake and trying to sit up but still repeated what he said although he was still weak.“ This place is not safe, it's the territory of the scorpions, “ Tartarus said while in a sitting position and tried to stand up.“ We need to leave this place now before it is too late, “ Tartarus added.“ What do you mean? “ Gwen asked, confused, while Gerald and Calanthe just stood there watching Tartarus curious as to what he would say next.“ This part of the forest is the realm of the scorpion, “ Tartarus answered as he looked at the trio.Gwen just rolled her eyes and scoffed before replying to Tartarus “ I thought it was a serious problem but scorpions are just poisonous creatures, Gerald alone can take them down if they get to us “ Gwen said.“ You don’t understand these are not ordinary scorpions, they are… “ Tartarus wanted to continue talking

010Malcolm woke up early, the weight of the divorce yesterday still sitting heavily on his chest.He knew the road ahead would be harder now. No wife. Just a dream that burned inside him like fire.As he was buttoning up his shirt, when his phone rang. It was Mr. Hathaway.“Hello, sir,” Malcolm answered, trying to sound steady.“Malcolm,” Mr. Hathaway said softly, “I wanted to speak with you… about Aurora.”Malcolm stayed quiet.“I heard what happened and I'm truly sorry. She regrets nothing,” Mr. Hathaway admitted and continued. “But I want to apologize for her behavior. She didn’t have to be so cold and pretend to love you”“It’s okay, sir,” Malcolm replied. “I understand.”“I was hoping you’d consider coming back. Maybe give it another try?” he asked.Malcolm paused. “I’m grateful for everything you’ve done, Mr. Hathaway. But I think it’s time I stand on my own. I’ve got things I need to do. Important things. And I can’t afford distractions right now.”There was a long silence.“I

009He quietly opened the door and went in without Mr Hathaway noticing at first.He let out a long breath, trying to push away the feeling that something wasn’t right.But Mr. Harthaway didn’t flinch when he saw Malcolm closing the door, neither did he end the call nor lower his voice.He simply waved Malcolm and continued speaking for another minute before hanging up.It calmed Malcolms worry seeing that Mr Hathaway didn’t act suspicious or jittery when he noticed him. Doing that would have made Malcolm sure that something was off.If Mr. Hathaway was hiding something dangerous, he would have acted differently.Malcolm told himself to stop overthinking things.Mr. Hathaway had given him a job, was supporting his political dreams, and was now about to be his father-in-law.If there was one person in this world he could trust, it had to be him.“I’d like to marry Aurora soon,” Malcolm said once the call ended. “Maybe this week, if possible. I can’t afford a big wedding yet, but we cou

008Malcolm sat at the edge of his bed, staring out the small window of his modest apartment.The morning sun had barely risen, but his mind had been awake all night. He kept thinking about his parents, about everything that had been taken from him. The pain still lived in him, deep down. But now, for the first time in years, he had something else, hope and a plan.He pulled out a notepad from his drawer and began writing down his goals. At the top of the list: Justice for Mom and Dad. Beneath that: Rise to Power—One Step at a Time.He had already taken the first step. He began hiring private investigators using money he secretly received from his parents’ lawyer.The lawyer had promised to keep his identity hidden until Malcolm was ready to face the world as his true self. Until then, Malcolm was going to keep trying to power.To him it was also an opportunity to rise without his father’s name being the cause.He purchased a few thrift business shirts and pants to maintain his reput

007Malcolm stood frozen at the edge of the banquet hall, his heart pounding like a drum.The unknown number that had called him just moments ago kept replaying in his head.Who could it be? Did someone already discover his true identity?He glanced around the crowded room. Everyone looked cheerful, smiling, laughing, drinking.But Malcolm couldn’t shake off the worry growing in his chest. What if someone was here to hurt him again?He excused himself politely and walked out of the banquet hall. The long corridor was quiet and empty. He found a private corner with little lighting and pulled out his old phone.The screen had a crack, and the touch was slow, but it worked. He called the number back, holding his breath as the phone rang.“Hello?” Malcolm said.The voice on the other end replied calmly, “Turn around.”Malcolm’s eyes widened in fear. Slowly, he turned around.Standing just a few feet behind him was a man in a black suit with gray hair and kind eyes. Malcolm’s mouth opened

006The banquet hall buzzed with murmurs and side glances. Guests whispered behind champagne glasses as Malcolm stood beside Mr. Hathaway and Aurora.His plain suit couldn’t hide how out of place he looked among men in silk and women in diamonds. But still, he stood tall and confident.“That’s him? The one engaged to Aurora?”“He looks like a waiter.”“I heard he used to be a low-level secretary.”Malcolm overheard some of the whispers but chose not to react. He reminded himself why he was there. This was his chance at redemption and revenge.Just then, a man walked through the crowd with calm elegance and a warm smile. His hair was greying, but his posture still carried power and grace.The guests made way for him to pass signifying that he was a man of importance.It was Mr. Wade—the former vice president during Malcolm’s father’s administration.He was again hit by nostalgia which each step Mr Wade made towards them.Mr Wade was Malcolm’s Dad’s best friend. A man who watches Malcol

005Malcom was forced out of his train of thought when Mr. Harthaway gestured for him to sit. “I’ve thought carefully about this, and I’ve decided to make you my personal assistant.”Malcolm blinked, trying to hide his disappointment from showing on his face. He had hoped for something more grand. Perhaps a position in politics or management. Something that made him feel less like a servant and more like someone important.Still, he quickly reminded himself that he had just been jobless two days ago. And the salary Mr. Hathaway would pay him was going to be over five times what he earned at his previous job. That was no small thing.Malcolm nodded and smiled politely. “Thank you, sir. I’m grateful.”But Mr. Harthaway noticed the brief sign of disappointment in Malcolm’s eyes. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk.“Malcolm,” he said gently, “I know you expected something more. But I need you to understand why I chose this path for you.”Malcolm listened closely.“If I sud