Novels by Wills Onose

The morning after the shockwave, the city was abuzz with unease. Strange dreams and an unexplained chill that pervaded the air were mentioned in whispers by survivors. Lena watched the rising sun fight to cut through the heavy clouds from the cathedral's balcony.“We’ve shaken something,” Kaden said, joining her.She nodded, the tension in her shoulders palpable. “I thought defeating the Keeper would be the end, but it feels like something else is starting.”Kaden placed a reassuring hand on her back. “We’ll face it together. Whatever it is.”Below them, Eira and Lucan were working to calm the citizens, organizing patrols to ensure the remnants of dissent didn’t escalate further. The fractured city needed stability, but Lena couldn’t shake the feeling that stability was a distant dream.---Later that day, Eira rushed into the meeting hall, her expression grave. “We found something.”The group followed her to an ancient crypt beneath the city, hidden behind layers of collapsed stone.

The Keeper was no more. His hold over the land shattered, leaving behind echoes of his destruction. Yet as Lena, Kaden, and their companions walked through the now-silent cathedral, a somber stillness settled over them.“Is it really over?” Eira asked, her voice tentative.“It has to be,” Kaden replied, though his grip on Lena’s hand betrayed his own uncertainty.The group emerged into the soft light of dawn. The city, which had been devastated by the corruption of the Keeper, was now silent, with a stifling ash odor and a glimmer of hope in the air. As their world started to mend, survivors carefully emerged from hiding, their eyes filled with shock.But Lena felt the lingering unease deep in her chest. She couldn’t ignore it. The Keeper’s destruction had been decisive, yet the scars of his tyranny were etched into every stone and soul.---The streets of the city were filled with whispers. Uncertain of what lay ahead, survivors clutched onto one another. When Lena witnessed kids los

The atmosphere was engulfed with tension of impending danger. The sound of preparation reverberated throughout the city, with armor clanking, swords sharpening, and murmured prayers to both ancient and modern gods. Kaden and Lena stood on the steps of the grand hall, their hands intertwined.The Keeper’s influence was a storm on the horizon, and though their victories had weakened him, the final confrontation was inevitable.“We’ve taken everything back from him,” Kaden said, his voice low but firm. “This is the last stand.”Lena nodded, her eyes fierce despite the exhaustion in her body. “He’s stolen too much from us. It ends now.”Lucan approached, his expression as grim as ever. “The Keeper’s forces are concentrated near the old cathedral. That’s where he’ll make his last stand.”Eira, standing beside him, added, “But be warned, he’s desperate. That makes him more dangerous than ever.”Lena glanced at her, their fragile alliance still tinged with unease. “Desperation won’t save hi

The palace halls were a cacophony of footsteps and shouted orders as the remnants of chaos surged closer. Lena, Kaden, and Lucan stood with Eira in a dimly lit chamber, where maps and magical artifacts were strewn across a large oak table.Eira’s voice was steady but urgent. “The tendrils are the remnants’ way of solidifying their hold. If they reach the heart of this kingdom, it will be too late.”Lena’s hands trembled as she traced the path of destruction on the map. “How do we stop it?”“The anchors,” Eira reminded them. “But creating them will take everything you have, your energy, your will, even your memories of what you’re anchoring.”Kaden’s jaw tightened. “If there’s another way…”“There isn’t,” Eira interrupted. “And time isn’t on our side.”Lena exchanged a glance with Kaden. “We’ve come this far. We can’t back down now.”---The group split into teams, each tasked with reaching a critical point in the city to establish an anchor. Lena and Kaden headed toward the ancient ma

The town was bathed in a golden glow from the first rays of dawn but Lena had a rough night's sleep. The eerie tone of the small whisper she had heard the previous evening persisted in her thoughts.Kaden stirred behind her as she sat by the window, looking down at the peaceful streets below.“You didn’t sleep,” he said softly, his voice hoarse from slumber.Lena shook her head. “There’s something wrong, Kaden. That man’s warning... it wasn’t just paranoia.”He approached her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We'll get to the root of it all. Together.Although his presence was reassuring, Lena couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that their tranquility was in jeopardy.---A message had come from the nearby kingdom, and by mid-morning the three had assembled in the town square. As he gave Lena a scroll, the young man's hands were shaking and his face was pale.“From the queen,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.Lena unrolled the parchment, her eyes scanning the message

The trio stumbled forward as the blinding light of the Keeper’s meadow faded, their feet landing on solid ground. When the world around them cleared, Lena gasped. They had returned to their own world, where the ground was bathed in the golden rays of the sun and a gentle wind carried the aroma of the sea.Lucan murmured quietly as he looked around at the familiar but somewhat altered surroundings, "It feels...different."Lena gave a nod. As if the burden it had been bearing for so long had finally been removed, the planet felt lighter. But she felt a twinge of worry. Something about the quiet was almost too perfect.“Let’s move,” Kaden urged, his eyes scanning their surroundings. “We need to ensure this peace is real.”They started to go quickly but deliberately, getting closer to their home town by the sea with each step.---They were met by a scene that appeared unaffected by the mayhem they had experienced as they neared the town's perimeter. Laughter filled the air, vendors shout

The tremors within the ground heightens, the echoes of dim enchantment resounding through the air as the abyss appeared to cling to Marcus's very soul. Clara bowed next to him, her heart dashing as she held his hand firmly, her eyes filled with courage and love. The chamber around them was still trembling with the aftermath of their battle, but Clara’s focus was entirely on Marcus. The curse was fighting to keep its hold on him, and she could feel the dark tendrils still embedded in his spirit.Ethan, Mariam, and Fenrik stood a few steps away, catching their breath after the battle. They traded stressed looks, knowing that this was the ultimate test. If they could break the curse, at that point everything they had battled for, all the sacrifices they had made, would not be in vain."Clara," Marcus whispered, his voice frail but unfaltering, "I do not want to leave you. I need to fight this, but I do not know if I can.""You will not fight this alone," Clara said firmly. She leaned clo

As Marcus lay recovering, Clara’s heart ached with relief, but her mind couldn’t shake the looming sense of dread. The tremors had subsided, but the darkness that had briefly returned wasn’t gone, it was hiding, waiting. The sky, once brightening with the new dawn, seemed veiled in an eerie, gray mist that swirled as though alive.Marcus slowly sat up, his body still weak from the ritual, but his eyes were clear. “Clara...,” he began, his voice hoarse.“Don’t speak,” Clara urged, gently pushing him back down. “You need to rest.”“I’m fine,” he insisted, though his strength was clearly not back. He looked into her eyes, his hand finding hers. “You saved me, Clara.”A brief, tender silence passed between them, but there was no time for it to last. Ethan stepped forward, his expression tense. “We need to move,” he said. “Whatever that was, it’s not over.”Clara nodded, and though she wanted to stay by Marcus’s side, she knew Ethan was right. The battle wasn’t done yet.The group didn’t l

The Abyss had been destroyed, but the aftermath hung heavy in the air. The void that once undermined to consume everything was now a calm, destroyed field, its perpetual obscurity supplanted with spooky silence. Clara stopped by Marcus's side, her heart pounding as she checked his beat. He was alive, barely.“Stay with me, Marcus,” she said softly, her voice breaking as she brushed his hair from his forehead. Blood seeped through his torn clothing where the claws of the void’s heart had struck him. His breathing was shallow, each rise of his chest labored and weak.Ethan and Mariam arrived at her side, their faces etched with concern. Ethan knelt beside Clara, his hands glowing faintly as he pressed them over Marcus’s wounds.“I can slow the bleeding,” Ethan said, his voice strained. “But whatever that thing did to him, it’s deep. Dark magic, he’s not healing as he should.”Mariam’s expression was terrible as she studied the scene. “We need to get him out of here now. This place still

Marcus’s hands clawed the empty air as he plummeted into the chasm, Clara’s scream echoing through the void beside him. The sensation of falling was endless, as though the darkness itself had swallowed them whole. His wolf senses heightened, desperate to find a foothold or something to grab onto, but there was nothing, only an abyss so deep and ancient it felt like the very heart of the universe.Suddenly, the fall stopped. Marcus landed with a sharp thud, rolling into a crouch as his claws scraped the ground. His vision blurred momentarily, but he could feel Clara nearby. She was alive. The connection between them was still strong, burning with the intensity of the light they had forged together in the battle above.“Clara!” Marcus called out, his voice hoarse as he forced himself to stand. He checked the harsh darkness around him. There was no ground, no sky, just a perpetual field of dark.“I'm here,” Clara's voice came from behind him, frail but consistent. She faltered toward him

Brutal tremors shook the ground beneath Marcus and Clara as they stood together, peering into the abyss from which the massive shadowy figure was emerging. Ethan, Mariam, and their allies formed a defensive ring, getting ready for the upcoming confrontation.“We’ve fought through everything,” Ethan growled, his voice tense but determined. “We’re not backing down now.”Marcus’s eyes narrowed as the towering creature loomed over them, its glowing eyes scanning the group with a malevolent hunger. This wasn’t just any shadow, this was something primal, something ancient, far beyond the darkness they had faced so far.“We broke the curse,” Clara whispered, clutching her dagger tightly. “But this... this is different.”The creature took one massive step forward, its claws tearing through the ground. The air grew colder, and a suffocating darkness fell over them. Marcus could feel the weight of the curse that had once shackled him pulling at his heart, but now, his soul burned with the fire

The world had finally begun to heal. With the heart of the void destroyed, the darkness that had plagued Marcus, Clara, Ethan, and their companions was gone. The landscapes they passed on their journey north were bright with life, forests vibrant with greens, rivers clear and sparkling. Even the air felt lighter, free from the oppressive energy that once clung to it.But for Marcus, a storm still brewed inside.As they rode towards the northern realms, Marcus’s thoughts were heavy with Clara’s words, and with the curse that bound him. Though their victory had been decisive, his battle was far from over. The curse still coiled around his soul, keeping him from fully embracing the love he felt for her. Clara, riding beside him, was determined, her gaze fixed on the horizon. She was resolute in finding a way to break Marcus’s curse, no matter the cost.Marcus glanced at her, his heart tight with a mixture of hope and fear. The thought of finally being free of being able to love her witho