Novels by Bigsnowy

With death only a few meters away, horror spread across the students’ faces like a fast-moving shadow. The color in their skin drained, leaving them pale and frozen in place. Screams of horror filled the air, but their legs were rooted to the ground.The tiger’s low growl rolled through the air like distant thunder.At that moment running was useless when a full-grown predator had already chosen you as prey, and turning your back only meant dying tired.For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then instinct took over, and Mason moved before anyone could react. He snatched the shotgun from Festos’ frozen hands. The metal felt heavy and colder than he expected, and his heart pounded violently in his ears as he stepped out of the glowing boundary of the safe zone.Immediately, the automated system’s voice echoed again.[Warning. You are leaving the safe zone.]Mason didn’t stop; he couldn’t. ‘Please work, please work,’ he muttered to himself. He swiftly dropped on one knee, co

The word rested heavily in the air like a suffocating cold blanket, and for a moment, the world itself seemed to pause.Then the slow, heavy growl of the tiger rolled through the forest. It deep vibration crawled through the wet ground, to the students’ boots, then into their bones.Every single person froze.“W… What the fuck!” Peter’s voice cracked as his legs trembled beneath him. “It’s a it's a fucking tiger!” He screamed.No one told him to be quiet; no one even dared to breathe.The beast stepped out from the darkness of the trees, its massive striped body gliding through the mist like death itself had taken shape. The muscles underneath its fur were clear and its amber eyes glowed in the faint light, locked onto them with a cold, calculating hunger."Think, Mason!" his mind snapped back to life. Using the power of the celestial system in front of everyone would be another danger; instead, he snapped his head toward the weapons compartment beside the terminal.Behind him, the

The sharp crack of a breaking branch shattered the silence of the forest, and everyone snapped their head toward the sound.The group froze instantly, and for a moment, no one dared to breathe. The forest itself seemed to pause, as if every insect and bird had fallen silent to listen.Mason felt his pulse pounding loudly in his ears. His fingers tightened around the small LED light in his hand. The other students’ lights trembled as they cut through the darkness toward the bushes ahead.Even Kurt didn’t move. The calm confidence that had surrounded him earlier had faded into tense stillness.They waited for an unknown number of seconds, and when nothing emerged from the bushes, from the back of the formation, Max released a long breath he had been holding."Damn, I thought something was actually there,” Draco muttered quietly. The tension in the group slowly loosened, but no one completely relaxed.“Let’s keep moving,” Kurt said at last, his voice now steady but low. “Remember, we ha

The crowd immediately scattered into several groups. Names were being called, and students hurried around as panic quietly spread among them. Some clutched their bracelets while others glanced nervously toward the forest entrance, as if expecting something to step out of the shadows at any moment.Mason stood among them, his eyes shifting between the dark mouth of the forest and the bracelet resting on his wrist.He didn’t need a stethoscope to know what everyone around him was feeling. He could practically hear it. Dozens of hearts hammering violently inside chests. Fear had a sound, and right now, it echoed everywhere.“The six of us should always walk together,” a deep voice suddenly spoke beside him.The boy who had been nominated as their group leader stepped forward. His name was Kurt. His shoulders were broad, and his large frame towered over most of the other students. Unlike the others, his expression remained calm, though a faint crease rested between his brows.“I haven’t b

Deep inside Song Island, the bus finally rolled to a slow, groaning stop, allowing the silence of their tires to linger for a second.For a moment, nothing moved, and the students all sat frozen in their seats, staring through the dusty windows as if the view outside would somehow change.Apart from the cracked road and the tire trail ending where the bus had parked, the environment was nothing but endless forest.Ahead of them, three rose like ancient pillars, and their trunks were thick and twisted, stretching so high that their crowns tangled together to form a massive canopy. The deeper parts of the forest were swallowed by shadows so dense they looked almost solid. Damp mist clung to the air, and the faint sounds of insects, assisted by rustling leaves, and distant animal calls echoed like whispers in the distance.Civilization felt like a distant memory.The road they had traveled now looked like a thin scar cutting through the wilderness leading back hundreds of miles to the w

The dormitory bell rang again longer this time, and its metallic cry sliced through the corridor like a blade. It felt like a countdown lingering in the walls.The two boys in front of him immediately snapped to listening as the hallway that had been quiet seconds ago erupted into motion.Shoes scraped against tile, and I assisted with nervous laughter. A door down the hall slammed, and someone cursed under their breath.“I guess you better hurry up,” King finally said, flashing Mason a small grin that never quite reached his eyes. “You don’t want to be late for the first day at Song Island.”There was something deliberate in the way he said it. Like he knew more than he was letting on.Peter, who didn't care what their conversation was, didn’t even look back. He slipped into the growing crowd.Mason watched as King followed suit, taking a last glance before disappearing through the corridor.For a second, he stood there. The first day was supposed to feel exciting with the new enviro

A moment after the incident, Lucian, not ready to go home, sat at the waiting ward, hoping to speak to the doctor who had attended to the girl. Though Lucian wasn't her family but filled in a few details, I'm trying the hospital chat except the part regarding her name and medication or allergies.After what felt like an eternity, the doctor emerged from the surgical ward, his face a mask of fatigue and concern. Lucian, seeing his expression, felt his stomach twitch and instinctively clenched his stomach, bracing himself for the news that was about to shatter his world.“Doctor, what is going on? Is she okay?” Lucian asked, pulling his eyes from the hospital board, which showed the surgery was over.The doctor, seeing his expression, heaved a sigh, prompting him to force down a lump. “The patient lost a lot of blood, which made the surgery difficult considering her blood is difficult, but the surgery was successful, and we need to monitor her vitals closely,” the young doctor added.Ma

The man's voice vibrated through the air, making Lucian adjust his gaze to the girl shuddering under the man's grip. The weather, which wasn't helping the situation, soared with thunder, and even the man quickly glanced at the sky before returning his gaze to Lucian. The man scoffs, tightening his hold on his blade. "If you had just done what I asked for, I would have been on my way, and everyone would have been happy!" He yelled, adjusting his gaze to his unconscious men on the floor. “You have to make things difficult by playing a hero, huh?” The loud voice, yelling angrily at Mason, made the girl shiver once more, and even when she tried to maintain her composure, the cold rain pierced into her skin. “Shake one more time and I will slit your throat!” The man yells, and the girl freezes, holding her breath. Hot tears drop from her cheeks as she holds Lucian's gaze. Her eyes secretly beg him to save her, and Lucian understands her pain signals for her to remain calm. Luci

Lucian raised his gaze to the shattering rain pouring on the city, leaving the predatory eyes of the men staring from him to the girl handing in his shadow. None of the cars driving by dare to stop or interact, including the pedestrian who instantly retreats away from their destination when they come across the scene, as they assume the men with the mask and bat are from a gang, which always results in Violence. The rain became heavy, and none of the thugs seemed affected by the weather, especially the man who was skillfully swinging his bat, ready to attack.A dangerous smile crawled into Lucian's lips at the adrenaline running through his veins. His eyes watched every move made by his opposition. Predicting the thug's next move, Lucian lunges forward before the man can get closer to him. He quickly ducked his head, avoiding the flying bat that swung above him, and with the force of his clenched fist, he sent a heavy blow into the man's gut.With a loud groan, the masked man stagge

Lucian's frowns deepen as he shifts his gaze from the injured men on the floor to the group slamming iron bats on their hands. They all wore black masks except for Henry, who dressed differently from them and wouldn't stop grinning. A satisfied expression spread across his features since his plan to get Lucian off his car in a lone street was successful. Lucian instantly turned to see if the girl he was trying to save was also part of Henry's plan, and when she inched closer to him, she hid her shuddering body away from the prying eyes of Henry's men. Mason shrugged off the thought since she was a victim of Henry's vicious plan. He remembers Henry making threats, but he didn't expect him to pull something like this."I see, you were able to handle these two idiots," Henry said, placing his boot on top of their heads until one of them let out a whisper from the pain. "You must feel like a hero for saving that girl, don't you think?" he grinned, his tone laced with sarcasm, but Lucian

The men watched, as the figure exited the luxury car parked in front of them, and a frown appeared on their faces, as they stared at Lucian, who also reciprocated their action with a sneer. The men tightened their hold on the girl, who whimpered with pain escaping her mouth. The taller man, who had a scar on his top brow, scoffs with irritation. “This is none of your busy boy, get lost!” The man growls, making Lucian clench his fist while his legs are rooted to the ground. The shorter man, seeing Lucian, was adamant about their instructions: glance from him to his colleague before pulling out a knife from his back pocket. “You don't want to mess with us, boy! Leave, if you know what is good for you!” the shorter man spat. Lucian stood his ground, sending a dangerous gaze between the men. The shorter man noticed Lucian wasn't scared, averted the knife to the girl's throat and she shuddered with tears flowing down her cheek. “P…Please don't hurt me.“ the girl stuttered, struggling

Lucian raised his gaze at the person who placed a knock on the front door before entering his office. Anna's figure appears in her new clothes; she wears a red shirt with the restaurant logo printed on it and a matching red shirt that reveals her long legs. After Lucian had resolved the issues with Gladys, he instantly promoted Anna to oversee the staff, working as the frontman of the restaurant, especially the receptionist to avoid the stunt Gladys had pulled. Lucian raised his gaze to meet Anna, who had been on her toes since the few minutes she had been promoted. She cleared her throat and stepped forward. “Sir, your reservation is ready.” She said, with little composure, and even through her professional facade Lucian could see the nervousness lingering in her eyes; she was new to her job and hadn't made any mistake or offended any customer which was the sole reason for her promotion but being in the presence of someone who could make her lose her job with the flick of his fing

Oppo moved immediately, and Ryan followed, blending back into the line.The class continued, and other volunteers stepped forward. Pairs formed quickly, stepping into the circle to spar.Ryan watched closely, with his eyes locked onto every movement like his life depended on it. The student fight showcasing skill made Ryan swallow; these students weren’t amateurs. Their punches were sharp, assisted with clean footwork, and their blocks weren’t clumsy or desperate like his.It looked like a dance, a violent dance, and for the first time since arriving at the academy, Ryan felt interest rise in his chest.Instructor Kael moved through the new pairs, correcting them. He occasionally stopped a spar midway with a clap, forcing them into review, pointing out flaws with the same merciless honesty he had used on Ryan and Oppo.Nobody complained, and time passed faster, and the training continued until Ryan’s body began to ache just from watching and moving to the next practice.Finally, Instr

He could see it in Oppo’s eyes, the anger turning to something darker. He has the look of a bloodthirsty animal ready to draw blood. Oppo clenched his teeth, daggering his eyes at Ryan. He dived forward again, and his fists came down like hammers; each punch carried pressure enough to break bones. With every strike Ryan's veins flooded with adrenaline, and his body moved before his mind could even form thoughts. He stepped backward quickly, retreating with tight footwork, barely keeping his balance on the padded floor. Oppo’s first punch missed, followed by the second, and the third nearly clipped Ryan’s cheek, so close that Ryan felt the breeze of it past his skin. At this time, silence lingered through the crowd, and their eyes widened. A few students murmured because Oppos was a Tier Two student. He was supposed to be brutal and crush someone like Ryan in seconds, but his opponent kept slipping away. Oppo, hearing the whispers of other students, made his forehead wrinkle and v

Ryan tried to copy the stretches. He forced his body to move with the rhythm of the class, and his muscles tightened quickly, and his bruised hand throbbed every time he clenched and released it.Sweat started to form at his temples, not from exhaustion alone but from the pressure in the room. Kael moved among them. correcting postures with short commands.After several minutes, Kael clapped his hands once, and the sound echoed through the hall, commanding instant attention.Students stopped and formed a wide circle, leaving an open space in the center. Their movements were smooth and practiced, like they’d done this a hundred times.Ryan ended up near the edge of the circle, his heart still beating fast. Instructor Kael stepped into the center. His eyes swept across the students. “We will begin sparring,” he announced. “Controlled. Clean strikes, no cheap shots, and especially no ego.”A few students smirked at the last word, but nobody spoke, and Kael folded his arms behind his bac

The atmosphere inside Combat Hall X thickened with tension. Ryan, being the center of attention, stood at the edge of the hall with the note still in his hand while the bulky boy stood opposite him like a wall. Neither of them was ready to back down, and for a few seconds, the entire class paused, leaning forward with interest. Smiles painted some of their lips as they waited for the new boy to be humiliated. One boy near the back reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of crumpled bills. "A hundred bucks the new kid gets his ass kicked,” the boy muttered loudly.A laugh erupted from somewhere else.“Two hundred on that,” another student responded immediately, like he’d been waiting for the invitation.That was all it took, and the room suddenly came alive as hands dipped into their pockets and students shoved bills into the air. Some were already arguing about odds.“The new kid must be strong to think he belongs here,” a voice chimed in. “Put me down for fifty!”“Make it on

The next day came too fast, and the sun cut through the window just like the loud sound of the academy bell ringing through the walls. Ryan's eyes snapped open and his body jolted up before his mind even caught up. For a second, his heart skipped a beat, and his gaze swept across the room, then recognition slowly crawled in. The plain dorm walls made his jaw tighten. Unlike yesterday’s suffocating silence, the morning outside his door was alive as footsteps echoed through the hallway. Doors slammed open and shut, and laughter bounced off the walls, as students chatted as if they didn’t have a single worry in the world. Ryan stayed still, listening to the group pass by. “Have you seen the new guy?!” a voice muttered, but the whisper was exaggerated, and the pitchy tone told Ryan it was a girl, and her excitement sounded like she’d just discovered a new toy. "Rumors said he stumbled into the female hall yesterday,” another voice replied with amusement. A burst of laughter followe

Meanwhile In a cold marble room far from Iron Gate Academy, the morning sun poured through floor-to-ceiling windows, cutting across the polished floor in pale golden shafts.The city outside looked beautiful from this height, and cars moved like insects, and beside it, buildings stood above people living their small lives.The room was warm from the fireplace crackling in the corner, but the warmth did not soften the atmosphere. A glass of bourbon rested on the arm of a leather chair, and beside it sat Nikolai Volkov. A silk robe draped lazily across his shoulders, the fabric expensive enough to feed an entire neighborhood. His posture was relaxed, almost bored, as though the world could not possibly offer him anything surprising anymore.Across the room, a huge television screen displayed the morning news, and the anchor smiled, like tragedy was simply another form of entertainment.“Good morning to you all,” she announced. “Today we begin with breaking news.”The screen cut insta

The doors shut with a sound that felt like a coffin being sealed. Mr. Paul stood alone at the center of the hall, his polished confidence slowly cracking for the first time. The Seven Continents' private courtroom was not a place for defense speeches or public sympathy. This was where verdicts were delivered, not debated.The four judges moved forward in unison, their red robes brushing the marble floor. Each robe bore a different insignia: Power, Wealth, Silence, and Blood. These were not government judges. These were worse. Their authority did not come from lawbooks but from ownership, contracts, and disappearances.One of them spoke, his voice dry and sharp. “Mr. Paul, you were entrusted with authority under the Seven Continental banner.”Mr. Paul snapped his head in his direction as if hung in a horror movie. He glances around, but none of the board members stare in his direction.Another judge continued without pause.“You abused it. You disrespected the hierarchy. And worse—”Th

Julie met her brother’s piercing gaze with a calm, emotionless expression. Despite his irritated tone and confrontational attitude, she remained still and silent, showing no signs of surprise or remorse.“And you—” Mr. Paul paused as if recognizing the face of Joshua. “You're that man from the lobby. I thought I told you to place a ban on him?!”Mrs. Felicia glanced at Joshua, whose eyes panned outside the transparent wall of the room. He was calm, too calm, so that when he finally glanced at the board members' direction, uncertainty instantly crept into their faces. “Call security—”“That's enough,” Joshua's authoritative voice growls. Everyone in the room snapped their heads in his direction. Mr. Cedric instantly dropped to his chair with wide eyes.Paul, who hadn't come across Don Cara except in the lobby, scoffed.“Do you know who you're talking to?!” he yelled, clenching his fist. “Get me security now!” He snapped at Mrs. F

Meanwhile, inside the SC conference room, a group of fourteen board members gathered, seated in hierarchical order with individual tags displaying their names and official titles. Unlike the seven continental staff meetings, which included a wider array of participants, this annual gathering was limited to the board of directors.A normal meeting would be characterized by subtle whispers and opinions, but this was notably silent, so silent that the only movement was from a man seated at the far end of the room. He nodded his head slowly with a smile spreading across his lips.“It seems like neither one of you is willing to make the hard decision,” the voice of Mr. Paul lingered through the silence. Each member, hearing his words, remained quiet with their collar high. The look on their faces made Paul's lips stretch into a grin.It was the first time he had seen the board stunned into silence at the mention of a replacement, which gave a hint that there had never been one. The name he

“B… But Ms. Felicia, you have to understand, though you are my superior,” the lady paused, narrowing a forced smile towards Joshua. “I have experience in these kinds of matters, so trust me when I say this man shouldn't be your priority," she added, hoping to convey her point.Felicia's expression hardened as she tilted her head to meet the woman’s eyes. “Like you said, I am your superior, and I will not tolerate insubordination. If you ever undermine my authority again, there will be consequences!” The gravity of her words hung in the air, sending chills down the spines of the other staff.The lady with a stunned expression nodded and then shrank back. The young receptionist, seeing her boss's expression, forced down a lump. “L…let me take down your details,” she said.“That won't be necessary,” Felicia quickly added, then turned to Joshua. “This way, sir,” she added, directing him towards the elevator.The other staff, seeing the scene, whispered in silence, with the horror of the

The elevator doors slid shut, leaving a few lingering gazes on Joshua. Ignoring their curious stares, he strode toward the receptionist's desk. Although Joshua had a secret access card tucked away in the right pocket, which would grant him entry to any floor, he decided not to use it. Instead, he slid into the crowd, weaving through the line until he reached the front. The young woman with dark hair styled back into a bun barely looked up from her computer screen. “Hello, how can I help you?” “I would like to speak with whoever is in charge,” he replied, a hint of urgency lacing his words. The thought of using his card crossed his mind again, but he brushed it off. With his earlier encounter with Paul, he believes there is already a face ban on him and that he would trigger security if he were spotted. The lady, struggling to comprehend what he was saying, finally looked away from her screen to focus on him. “I’m sorry, sir, but could you please repeat that?” she said, adjusting

The following day, news of a police raid on multiple downtown clubs spread through the media like wildfire.“Yesterday's raid marks a victory in the ongoing battle against organized crime and corruption,” the voice of a reporter announced.Meanwhile, Joshua, who had his eyes fixed on the road and his hand against the wheel, increased the volume of the mini TV embedded in the luxury of his car."The actions from the police department follow a recent incident in which an officer was brutally killed by a cartel member, sparking outrage from law enforcement. According to official sources, authorities seized a significant amount of illegal drugs and apprehended several gang members during this operation.”Joshua, seeing the red traffic light, slowed down and dropped his gaze at the screen, showing a familiar female figure, one whom he had encountered recently."The joint task force, formed to tackle gang-related violence and drug trafficking, has demonstrated commitment to its mission. The