Muhammad Qasim Bin Abdul Karim Novels & Stories

The air grew heavy, and he breathed with the weight of an ancient secret about to awaken. Detective Muhammad turned his eyes toward Sheikh Shams al-Duhur, his voice trembling with a faint tremor: Muhammad: Malik... Malik is a murderer who commands evil spirits to kill the innocent. The police cannot arrest him... Shams al-Duhur slowly raised his hand, and Muhammad's voice fell silent, as if an unseen force had sealed his lips. A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence:

It was his first battle scar, one he had gotten a year back when a civilian had pitched him with a fork "I have information that could save the life of everyone here. King Uche ordered me to kill everyone on this island. But we can bargain that. Maybe he would spare your lives" "Spare our lives?" The man walked towards him, making sure Ume could read the disgust in his face. "My name is Ikemefuna. Chief of this island. Protector of the gift from the gods. Tell me, do I look afraid." Ume shifted his weight and kept his eyes from meeting the dark stares of the man. "But...but...you can still save your people. A little token in return is all I ask to seal my lips."

The stress made my stomach turn and my hands became sweaty Someone hit the floor and we stopped "You are in the presence of His Majesty Romulus, the king of the werewolves and Jordan of all Jordan, the man with the staff announced I looked in front of me to see the king sitting on his royal throne, with his advisers or ministers sitting on both his sides "Enter your name and rank" commanded the same man "Herbert Henderson, Beta" "Karish Rinaldi, Jordan. "Stanlay Parker" I tried to sound confident because I had no rank