Novels by Benita Ndubisi

Caspian---She said the name like it meant something. Like I should know it.And damn it—I did.The sound of it cracked open something I hadn’t touched in years. A name buried in old scrolls, whispered in curses by the elder rogues who’d barely survived the fall of their own bloodlines.Delun.It tasted like steel and fire on my tongue.Nyx sat on the moss-drenched stone where the Sanctuary had lured her into its dream. Her breathing was still ragged. She looked like she’d been somewhere else entirely—somewhere ancient. Her eyes had the wide, shaken look of someone who had seen something, not imagined it.And I believed her.Not just because her magic still hummed in the air like static, curling around my skin like it wanted to mark me.But because I’d seen the signs before.In war camps. In tombs. In bloodied archives scorched by time and fire.Delun wasn’t a name.She was a warning.And now she had found Nyx.“Caspian,” she whispered again, voice barely carrying over the chirp of d

Nyx –---I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.Not here. Not with the Sanctuary stirring like a living thing and the weight of Maela’s warnings still echoing through my bones.But exhaustion had a way of creeping past the mind and into the body, especially when your soul was trying to remember things your brain couldn’t yet translate.I’d only meant to sit for a moment. Just to breathe.But then the moss beneath me softened, the air thickened, and my vision blurred—not from sleep, but from something heavier. Denser.And I slipped under.Not into rest.But into the in-between.---The world was a haze of silver and black. Mist clung to the ground in thick tendrils, curling around bare feet that didn’t quite feel like mine. The air shimmered, saturated with that strange, honey-sweet magic I only ever felt when my power rose too close to the surface.But this dream wasn’t mine.I could feel it.This belonged to someone else.And she was waiting.I saw her before I heard her.A figure cloaked

Nyx ---The wind changed before I opened my eyes.It wasn’t the chill that stirred me from sleep, or even the way the leaves rustled like whispered secrets overhead. It was something deeper. Older. A pressure that gathered beneath my skin like a tide pulling back before the wave.The Sanctuary didn’t feel like it had when we first arrived.It had always been quiet—peaceful in that bone-deep, sacred way. But now… it pulsed. Like it had a heartbeat. A slow, thunderous rhythm that hummed through the roots and stone and air itself. I felt it in my ribs. My fingertips. My teeth.Something had entered its circle.Something that didn’t belong.Or maybe something that belonged too much.I sat up slowly, the thick blanket slipping off my shoulders. Caspian wasn’t beside me. I could hear the faint clang of him working with one of his blades nearby, the steady, familiar rhythm of metal against metal. But that comfort—his presence—didn’t reach deep enough to quiet the sensation crawling across m

The Obscured Order---The air in the Order’s stronghold vibrated with urgency.Stone walls carved centuries ago acted as silent listeners, echoes of old incantations whispered through torches gilded in silver. In the central chamber, High Warden Maris Valek paced before the Council’s summoning glyph—a great circle etched into the obsidian floor, crackling with contained power.He stopped when the glyph reacted: soft tremors, like the pulse of a gargantuan bell tuned to a pitch only a few could hear.Maris’s fingers itched.The glyph’s runes glowed.Someone was awakening.Again.Across miles, he’d felt it.A flare of ancient bloodline magic. Subtle. Powerful. Like the memory of stone opening its mouth.Caution was a luxury they often ignored.But this?This demanded ritual.The Council members—robed figures masked in obsidian hoods—stirred.One of them, Seer Delun, raised a hand.“The Moonbound marker shines once more,” she announced, voice soft like distant wind. “Not dormant. Not do

NyxThe earth felt different here.Beneath the soft loam and mossy roots, something beat—a slow, steady thrum, like a sleeping heart deep underground. I could feel it in my soles, in the bones of my ankles, in the marrow of who I was. As if this place recognized me… and was waiting.Caspian hadn’t followed me into the circle.He stood just beyond the stone perimeter, tense and silent. His eyes never left me, and I felt the weight of his worry like a second skin. But he understood—he had to—that this part of the journey couldn’t be shared. Not yet.Not until I earned it.The Sanctuary’s clearing was silent, hushed in a way that made sound feel like a sin. Even the wind barely dared to breathe here. Thick gray mist clung to the trees like silk, curling around the ancient standing stones in shapes that almost moved. Whispers filled the space between heartbeats. Voices too old to name.I stepped forward.The circle greeted me with a soft pulse of light from the moss-veined monoliths, each

Nyx ---Caspian hadn’t let go of me since the creature vanished.Not during the silence that followed, not while I trembled in his arms, not even when the air finally stopped buzzing with magic.I could still feel its imprint on the ground. A blackened scar burned into the sanctuary’s heart. But more than that, I could feel the lingering echo of something… torn.A veil.A barrier.A seal.And I had just broken it.“Nyx.” Caspian’s voice rumbled against my cheek where my face pressed to his chest. “Talk to me. Are you hurt?”I shook my head slowly. “No. Just… overwhelmed.”I pulled back enough to look up at him. His eyes were wild—still scanning the trees like something else might come crawling from the shadows. His hand brushed sweat-damp curls from my face, fingers gentler than I thought someone like him could ever be.He’d bled for me. Shielded me. Fought beside me like we were already bound. And though he tried to hide it, I could feel it now—the way the *bond* burned behind his r