The Coming Novels & Stories

Kelly abruptly turned in his seat to face me, meeting my eyes with his green stare, identical to Bravo’s. “We are not the usual heir collection team. We got a summons to go pick up the heir from Orbit Clan today, and we follow orders without question, understand?” Huh. Why would someone from the academy want the A-team to pick me up? “Sure, I understand English just fine. Thanks for asking.” I dismissed his huff and laid on another question. “Who sent the Invitation?” That adage about curiosity killing the cat had no bearing on wolves. I was as interested as they came and not afraid of death.

Outside, the sound of car engines announced Alan's arrival. A cold smile curled at my lips. The wedding was going to happen, no matter what. I couldn't wait to see how much trouble those two could stir up after this.

I mutter, not meeting her eyes, “war is coming.” “Wait,” Beatrice cuts in, “war is coming? How do you know?” “Creed had a vision. It’s not good, we don’t know who’s coming or when. We just have to prepare ourselves,” I answer. Alex rubs a hand down her face, mumbling words I can’t understand. “You don’t know who is coming?” She says, looking unsure. “No. We have no idea. We’re not even sure why or how Creed had the vision,” I say surely, not knowing what else I’m sure of.

It lingers. Quiet. Waiting. Something is coming. I don’t know what. But I know one thing This… whatever this is It didn’t start here. And it’s not going to end here.

I was forging him. "They're coming for us," Clyde says, a dark, triumphant smirk touching his lips despite the pain. "Let them come." The sound of a distant, massive horn echoes across the Atlantic, vibrating the very foundations of our bunker. The war isn't just in the hallways anymore; it’s on the horizon.

2023 In the cold, quiet night, a black BMW XM navigated the dimly lit streets of Cuba. Inside, Williams Stone sat calmly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. The city's dark glow cast a shadow on half of his chiseled features, giving him an eerie appearance. The car slowed to a stop in front of an abandoned warehouse on the city's outskirts. Williams stepped out, his long black coat swaying slightly in the wind. With his hands in his pocket, he stood for a moment. Almost immediately, three imposing figures emerged from the shadows, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the night.

Ling explained. “When are we expected to give birth?” Tabitha asked with concern; she hoped Blake would be present. Elise was silent and only smiled at the two for her answer. Soon, thunder was in the distance, drawing everyone’s attention. Many young women and girls arrived along with Gerald Elon. When the Tribulation arrives, it’s a big event in the Small World. “Who is breaking through?” Sister Song asked when she arrived. “It would seem Sisters Tabitha and Tabby,” Susan replied.

“They’re coming for us.” Adrian met her gaze. Steady. Unshaken. “Yes.” A pause. Then he said something that changed everything— “Not just us.” His eyes darkened slightly. “They’re coming for you.” The air shifted. Cold. Heavy. And somewhere… deep inside the Obsidian network— someone was already planning the next move. One that wouldn’t miss. 🔥

I said, meeting his gaze, “you’re with me. We’re paying a visit to the northern villages.” He smirked. “You just want me alone.” I rolled my eyes. “I want answers. And if they happen to come with some fun… that’s just a bonus.” The room erupted into movement, fast, focused, and ready. Power surged in the air, a shared current that thrummed through my veins. I could feel it in my bones. War was coming. And this time? We were fucking ready.