Novels by Velgrey

Selena opened her eyes slowly, very slowly, like eyelids being pulled down by a heavy weight. Her vision was blurry, seeing only vague shapes that moved without clarity.Her head felt unbearably heavy, as if thousands of needles were stabbing from inside her skull. Her mouth was dry, terribly dry, her tongue feeling like coarse sandpaper stuck to the roof of her mouth.What happened?Selena tried to remember, tried to rewind her last memory.I... I came to Victor's apartment... cried... and then he gave me... juice...Juice.Selena jolted suddenly, trying to sit up, but her body couldn't move.Her still-blurry eyes began to focus, and she saw something that made her heart stop for a moment.Her hands, both of her wrists, were bound tightly to the iron bedpost at the head of the bed.Her feet too, both ankles tied to the iron posts at the foot of the bed.Strong nylon rope, knotted neatly and precisely, professional, as if it had been planned with great care."No... no..." Selena whisp

selena was still sitting on the cold marble floor, her body trembling, tears still streaming down her pale cheeks. Dave's back as he walked away toward the elevator felt like a final door closing on her."Prepare to sink with him."Dave's words kept spinning in her head, like a curse that couldn't be erased.Selena lifted her face, watching Dave's back as he grew more distant. Her mouth opened, wanting to scream, wanting to call out, wanting to beg Dave to come back.But no sound came out.Her throat had seized shut, as if invisible hands were choking her, sealing her mouth, forbidding her to speak.I have to choose. Right now.Her thoughts were spinning at an overwhelming pace, too fast, leaving her dizzy.Betray Father, or sink with the family.But then, an image of Mr. Warles's face rose in her mind. Her father's harsh face, cold, a face that had never truly loved her. A father who only ever saw her as a tool, a tool to marry a wealthy man, a tool to expand the Warles family's powe

Selena stood at her bedroom window, staring out with vacant eyes, her hands clutching the silk curtain until the expensive fabric crumpled in her grip. Her face was deathly pale, her lips dry, her eyes red and swollen from crying since early that morning.The news broadcast kept looping in her head, like a recording played over and over without end."A former Warleslock Company employee has turned himself in. Dave Ramirez, who served a year in prison, was apparently not the real perpetrator. Warleslock Company is suspected of wrongful detention..."Every word felt like a hammer striking her chest, hard, painful, devastating.The Warles family name, a name that had long been exalted, respected, feared, now stood on the verge of ruin. A reputation built over decades could crumble in a matter of days.And what frightened her most was that Dave would not simply stay quiet. He had evidence now. He had Gio's testimony. He had the leverage that came with being the heir to Centratama Group.D

Dave followed behind Mac, who moved with nimble speed, feet hopping quickly over the wet ground, avoiding roots that jutted out from the soil, weaving between the dense plants.Mac led them to a small stretch of garden that looked remarkably fresh, various kinds of vegetables growing lush and healthy there. There were bright red tomatoes, fresh green chilies, large purple eggplants, thick leafy water spinach, and many other plants that had been tended with care despite the simple conditions.At the far end of the garden, there was an area covered with thick creeping vines spreading across the ground. Mac stopped there, then crouched down, scraping away the vines with both hands, pushing aside the leaves and stems that were covering something beneath.Then, with all his strength, Mac heaved open a large wooden door hidden under the creeping plants. It was heavy, Mac let out a grunt as he lifted it."Please, Sir! Quickly, we need to hide down below right away!" Mac said in a rush, his v

They kept running, breathing hard, sweat beginning to soak their temples, feet moving as fast as possible to keep up with the man ahead who was running like someone being chased by death itself.Gio ran through winding narrow alleys, leaping over piles of old cardboard boxes, ducking under drying laundry that nearly grazed his face, knocking into a plastic bucket lying at the side of the road and sending it rolling hard across the ground.Dave and Michael kept giving chase, refusing to lose track of him. People in the surrounding alley watched them with puzzled stares, some shouting to ask what was going on, but Dave and Michael ignored all of it.Until finally, Gio ran into a small house with peeling paint and a rusted corrugated tin roof.The door was left wide open, as if it was obvious he had no intention of closing it to keep Dave or Michael from following.Dave and Michael stopped in front of the low wooden fence, both of them breathing hard, chests heaving rapidly."Young Maste

Dave came down the stairs with a lighter step than usual, wearing a neat dark gray suit, a perfectly buttoned white shirt, a blue tie knotted with precise care. His appearance was flawless, ready for work as always, like a young director who was professional and commanding.He then walked toward the dining room, his strides steady, the sound of leather shoes tapping the marble floor creating a rhythmic beat. Dave was certain Maximus would already be waiting there, knowing his older brother's habit of having breakfast right on time every morning.And sure enough, the moment Dave arrived at the dining room, Maximus was already seated at the far end of the long table with a cup of black coffee in his hand, reading the morning business newspaper while occasionally taking a sip.Dave pulled out one of the empty chairs beside Maximus, sat down in a comfortable position, and crossed his right leg over his left.Maximus glanced over, then nearly choked on the coffee he had just sipped."You?

"Master..."A scream followed the woman's presence. A pained cry full of worry. Fenrir immediately lunged at Silya's body, which looked so limp and helpless. Fenrir managed to catch Silya's head which almost fell to the ground. Fenrir worriedly channeled his mana to try to heal Silya. "What happened to you, master Silya?"Fenrir unconsciously shed tears seeing Silya's limp and wounded state. The clothes attached to Silya's body were full of blood and there were many open wounds all over her body. Edgar, who was also shocked by Silya's condition, immediately ordered to call the healer troops to help Fenrir heal Silya. "Who has done all this to you, master Silya?"Fenrir continued to channel his mana to stop the bleeding on Silya's body. Some of the wounds looked so big and Fenrir could tell they were wounds from torture, because Fenrir had been tortured by Zeldris so many times that Fenrir knew exactly what they looked like. It was a wound from the lash of a slave whip. "Is that y

This morning the weather was very cloudy. I don't know how long it had been since the Seth Duat Desert was shaded by black clouds like today. Fenrir was seen opening a few pages from his mother's book as if to release his curiosity and nostalgia for his mother. Fenrir is now quite confident that he can use the entire contents of the book considering that his body's strength has increased rapidly. Even Fenrir can now remove all of his mana restraining rings and earrings without fear of losing consciousness. Fenrir was also quite sure he could remove the seals in his eyes without losing control. But Fenrir chose not to because he did not want the people around him to feel the impact of the immense magic power he possessed. "What book are you reading, sir?"A boy about five years old asked Fenrir about the book he was holding. Seth Duat was now a fairly safe and well-visited region after news of Wukong's conquest had spread throughout the Empire. Many merchants brought their families

With a sharp gaze Fenrir prepared to draw his sword. There was no hesitation in his eyes. "...No, sir. Forgive me..." Wukong again begged for forgiveness. "...I will definitely keep my promise. You can perform the golden headband technique on me to make sure I always obey your orders...""What is the golden headband technique?""...It's a special technique to curb my power. Every time you recite the incantation, it will bring unbearable pain to me, and it will make me follow all your orders. This technique was once created by a god to punish unruly servants..."Fenrir was quite curious about the veracity of Wukong's story. From his current state, Wukong would not dare to lie to Fenrir, because Wukong was also unlikely to escape with a body full of wounds. "Alright, teach me the spell."Wukong taught Fenrir the golden headband technique. Soon a headband appeared on Wukong's head. "...Look master. This is a sign that I am fully under your control..."Fenrir could also see a golden

An enormous dark red lightning bolt was seen striking in the middle of the battle. Its flashes of light illuminated the night revealing the blood-soaked land produced by the battle between the knights and Wukong. The lightning struck the body of Wukong who was being surrounded by dozens of Nordam Empire knights. The impact caused the knights around Wukong to bounce off as well. Wukong couldn't move from the magnitude of the attack. His body seemed to be rooted to the spot, paralyzed. The power of the Swordmage judgment strike sword technique that was strengthened by Suzaku's fire really gave damage that Wukong could not block. Seeing Wukong who began to fall, the knights were increasingly eager to immediately defeat Wukong. They attacked Wukong with all their might. The strength of the Nordam knights was no less great. After all, they were the chosen ones who were under direct orders from Edgar. With various attacks ranging from sword techniques, arrows, and magic were deployed to s

"This will be a long night. Our hunt in this barren land will soon end. I will lead you to victory.""To victory.""To victory."Edgar's short speech was followed by cheers from his troops, showing the spirit of the knights ready to fight on the battlefield.Tonight was the night Fenrir had been waiting for since he arrived in Seth Duat. After three months of struggling with monster hunting to extract their crystals and performing bone forging techniques on his body to have a much stronger physique, it was now time for Fenrir to show that these three months hadn't been wasted. Together with Mercia and Loki by his side, along with Edgar and the Nordam Empire knights he led, tonight they would finally attack Wukong's lair.The Scout troops had successfully confirmed Wukong's whereabouts after months of monitoring his movements. And tonight would be their first direct attack on Wukong's lair.Previously, Edgar and his troops had never directly attacked Wukong's lair and were more defensi

"This will be the last crystal shard I implant in your body."Edgar placed a dark purple crystal on Fenrir's back."After three months of crystal hunting and hundreds of crystals used for bone forging, this shard will finally be the last piece to complete the technique we've been working on."Using a mysterious technique, Edgar made the crystal on Fenrir's back emit a dark purple aura. The aura slowly entered Fenrir's body, causing him to flinch slightly. Fenrir felt again the warm sensation penetrating the bones in his back. A sensation that had become like daily food for him over these three months."It seems your body has absorbed it perfectly. With this, we can be sure that your body is now equivalent to an S-rank Warrior."Edgar patted Fenrir's shoulders with relief and pride. Because with this, he officially had an S-level disciple.Fenrir looked quite tired after going through this whole process, but the results obtained were far more than worthy of fighting for. Now Fenrir fel