Novels by Juju Pen

Kyle's heart hammered in his chest as he stared at the monster he'd just punched. It wasn't dead—not yet. The scaly beast shook its head, dazed, then let out a guttural roar that made his stomach twist.Sure, he'd absorbed something from that dead monster corpse, and yeah, he felt stronger than ever, but this thing? It was still terrifying. Its claws glinted in the light, and its jagged teeth snapped at the air.This wasn't a video game. This was real, and Kyle was *not* ready."Crap, crap, crap," he muttered, stumbling back. His newfound strength buzzed in his limbs, but his brain hadn't caught up. The monster lunged, swiping a claw at his chest.He dodged—barely—but the tip sliced through his hoodie and grazed his skin, leaving a stinging red line. "Ow! Son of a—" He swung his fist again, aiming for its head. The punch connected, a wet crack echoing as the monster's jaw twisted sideways.It staggered, but Kyle's confidence faltered when it roared again, louder, angrier. He wasn't a

"Um, Kyle are you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess it's love to you?" Natalie's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Natalie was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look "intimidating."It didn't.She was munching on a bag of chips, her combat boots kicked up on a chair in their tiny apartment. The place was a dump—peeling wallpaper, a flickering lightbulb, and a window with a crack that let in more cold air than light. But it was home."I'm eating, I'm eating," he mumbled, taking a bite of his peanut butter sandwich. "Just thinking.""About what? How you're gonna absorb the sandwich's feelings?" She grinned, tossing a chip at him. It bounced off his forehead."Ha, hilarious," he said, brushing crumbs off his hoodie. "No, just... you know, life. The Portals. Monsters. The usual.""You sound like my grandma. 'Oh, the world's gone to heck!' Rela

Thank you all for coming this far! The contributions, reviews, votes.. it's all been massive. I am using this medium to announce that Awakened would henceforth be a Series. I will be combining different books with the same theme, but all in one place. The next book 'AWAKENED II' would be starting immediately after this notice. Stay tuned and Godbless❤️

The being of light, The One Above All, regarded him with an expression that held the patience of expanding galaxies. “It is you,” Kyle breathed out, the pieces of a cosmic puzzle finally locking into place. “I knew something was off. You’ve been with me all along? In my visions, too…” “Yes,” her voice was the soft hum of a universe in harmony. “I have been with you, to guide you from the precipice of mistakes you could not come back from. You are my perfect creation. My final, best answer to the darkness.” Kyle’s shoulders slumped, the weight of his victory feeling more like an anchor than a crown. “What now? I’ve defeated evil, but at what cost? Everything is destroyed. I’ve lost more than enough… I still feel so empty.” The faces of Johnny and Axel flashed in his mind, their absence a fresh wound. She stared into the core of his being. “You have brought a necessary balance to the cosmos. Your task is complete. You can come with me, be my consort, and watch over crea

The silence after the explosion was heavier than the battle itself. Kyle stood, his body trembling with a fatigue that went deeper than bone, down to the very spark of his soul. The golden light had faded, leaving him a solitary figure in a world of glass and ash. The rising sun, a defiant orange ember in a smoke choked sky, cast long, distorted shadows across the corpse of the city. He had done it. The One Below All was gone. The thought brought no triumph, only a hollow, aching void where his friends used to be. A ragged cough broke the stillness. A few yards away, a figure stirred amidst the debris. Derek West, somehow clinging to a shred of life after being torn from the entity, was crawling, his expensive suit in tatters, his body broken. He saw Kyle and a pathetic, desperate hope flared in his eyes. He dragged himself to Kyle’s feet, clutching at his ankles with bloody hands. “Kyle… please,” he gasped, each word a wet, bubbling struggle. “Mercy. I’m… I’m sor

The world was ending. The taste of dirt and blood was a final, gritty sacrament. The sphere of anti life gathered above, a pinprick of absolute negation poised to erase him from existence. The weight of a planet was upon him, the weight of failure, the weight of every life lost. No. The thought was not a whisper, but a crack of thunder in the silent depths of his soul. This… this cannot end here. It began as a tremor in his shattered hand. Then a spark, a single, defiant fleck of gold against the overwhelming blackness. With a roar that tore from the very core of his being, Kyle pushed. Not just with his body, but with his spirit, his grief, his love for his friends, his duty to his sister, his rage at the injustice of it all. “DEREKKKKKKKKK!” The name was a weapon, a challenge hurled up through hundreds of feet of solid rock. It was a rejection of the herald, the man who had orchestrated this nightmare. Above, The One Below All paused, the sphere of energy flickering. Sh

The afternoon sun spilled across the marble floor of the restaurant, turning the glass walls into mirrors. William adjusted the cuffs of his shirt and watched the city from the corner of his eye. He was not here to enjoy the view.The waiter guided him toward a private table by the window. Gregory Hamilton was already there, wearing a crisp gray suit that looked expensive even by the restaurant’s standards. His silver watch gleamed as he lifted his glass for a slow sip of wine.“William Hudson,” Gregory said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “It is about time we met properly.”William took his seat. “You made it sound like an invitation I couldn’t refuse,” he continued. “ Besides, we have met once in your mansion.”Gregory’s smile deepened. “I will take it that you left that day because of my son's outburst.”A faint buzz echoed in William’s mind.> [System Alert: High-threat presence detected. Maintain caution.]He ignored it.Gregory leaned back. “You’ve been busy. Buying pro

Williams had burned the letter before sunrise, watching the paper curl and blacken until only gray ash remained.By mid-morning, he found himself at the window again. The black sedan that had been parked across the street yesterday was gone. The street looked normal now.Everything looked normal, and maybe that was what bothered him most.By noon, he did something unexpected. He called a realtor.The woman answered cheerfully, introducing herself as Julia from Kingston Properties.By evening, he was standing inside a glass-walled penthouse overlooking the city skyline. It was the kind of place people only saw in magazines. Julia kept talking beside him, describing the imported furniture, the central heating system, the smart panels, and the private elevator that led directly into the suite. Her voice came through clearly, but he was not really listening.He walked to the center of the room and stopped, his reflection staring back at him from the wide window.He turned slightly, his

The sound of paper sliding against the wooden floor pulled William out of his half-sleep. He blinked and turned toward the door. Lying just beyond the mat was a single black envelope. He stared at it for a moment, his mind still trying to wake up. The envelope looked out of place—too clean, too deliberate. He walked over, picked it up, and felt the cold texture between his fingers. It had no return address, no markings, nothing to suggest who sent it. He tore it open and unfolded the single sheet inside. There was only one short line written in bold black ink: > Stay away from Hamilton Industries. William’s grip tightened slightly on the paper. For a few seconds, he said nothing. Then a faint static hummed in his ear, and the familiar mechanical voice returned. > “Threat detected. Unknown sender. Possible link to Gregory Hamilton.” “I figured as much,” William said quietly. > “Recommended action: disengage immediately. Probability of further attacks—eighty-three percent.” He e

The morning felt heavy, like the city hadn’t fully woken up. Clouds hung low, and the streets were still damp from last night’s rain.William stepped outside, stretching a little before locking the door. He had barely slept. The system had gone quiet since the last warning, and that silence made him more uneasy than its usual noise.He unlocked his car and slid in. The smell of coffee still lingered from yesterday. For a moment, he just sat there, staring at the steering wheel, trying to shake off the weird feeling in his chest.His phone buzzed.> Mark: Call me when you’re up. It’s urgent.William sighed. “It’s always urgent with you, man.”He was about to drive off when his phone rang again. This time, it was Selene.William answered. “You couldn’t wait five minutes before calling?”Selene’s voice came out fast, sharp. “Where are you right now?”“In my car, why?”“Listen to me carefully, Will,” Selene said, breathing heavily. “I think Gregory’s people are watching you. I got a call

The city had a strange way of talking about people it did not understand.It did not whisper; it roared in news and fame.By morning, the name Ghost of Wealth was everywhere. The news, the stock groups, the private Telegram chats—everyone was repeating the same mystery. A faceless investor who turned dying businesses into gold overnight, who exposed corporate fraud like it was a pastime, who moved money faster than the market could track it.William sat alone in the corner of Nora’s café, stirring his coffee without drinking it. The café smelled of roasted beans and cheap vanilla syrup. People came and went, but nobody paid him much attention. That was good. He did not need attention, not now.Across from him, a small television played the morning financial news.“Anonymous sources are calling him the Ghost of Wealth,” the reporter said. “A shadow investor who appears out of nowhere, manipulating markets, then vanishing before anyone can trace the trail.”William’s lips twitched sli

The next few days blurred into long hours and longer thoughts. William barely slept, running on caffeine and instinct. Cipher’s words kept echoing in his head — two systems... only one will survive.He hadn’t heard from Cipher since that night at the harbor, but the warnings had stuck. Gregory Hamilton’s company was in his shadow, feeding on his progress like a parasite.Inside Hudson Enterprises’ new office — still smelling faintly of fresh paint and ambition — William sat before a sleek laptop, his eyes locked on the screen. Mark was across from him, sleeves rolled up, buried in spreadsheets.“You realize we’ve doubled in valuation in less than two weeks?” Mark said, eyes wide. “You’re either a genius or a maniac.”“Can’t it be both?” William replied, tapping away at his keyboard.“Investors are circling already,” Mark went on. “One of them’s Patrick Vance — old money, clean record, big name. If we bring him in, we can scale faster.”William’s attention lifted slightly. “Patrick Van