Novels by Darla Tverdohleb

“See you tomorrow, Shannon!” My red-head classmate Kay waves at me goodbye.“Yeah! See you!” I reply.I smile and wave back as we go our separate ways from the community college we attend to in Beauty City, Rhode Island. I tuck my short light brown hair behind my ears. I then plug the earphones to my ears to listen to my favorite metal band on my IPod to not get bored while I walk toward home. My family’s home is just a couple miles away.I look around as my f

I stare at Professor Van Noble in a dreamy way. My face rests on my palm with my elbow resting on my armchair, half-listening to his discussion. Right now, he is talking about the mining of the Moon, which has started in the 2020s. “As you all know, we use the gas helium-3, which is mined from the Moon, for fueling nuclear fusion power plants, space stations…” his baritone voice says.Professor Noble is in his early thirties. Give or take, with my twenty years of age, he’s like ten, twelve or fifteen years older than me. I can’t really tell. He doesn’t look his age at all. He has curly light brown hair that is a bit long, light blue eyes, prominent-looking nose, well-sculpted eyebrows, high cheekbones, slightly divided chin and reddish lips. He is tall, lean, well-built, tanned, neat and always smells nice. He loves the outdoor, as I’ve heard. He loves sports under the Sun and he’s very single. I love this last part. I have mostly

I listen to a song by one of my favorite rock bands, Linkin Park, on my earphones as I jog around the park, which is near my neighborhood. The earphones are connected to an IPod that’s inside my sweater pocket. My sweater is paired with jogging pants of the same color. Gray.Seattle, Washington, is a new place for me but I already feel at home after a month since I moved in. I’ve inherited this new home from my spinster Aunt Marie, who left it in my name before she died three months ago. It’s a peaceful environment. Maybe it is because of the usually huge houses around, which are owned by rich and powerful people.I’ve managed to find a job at downtown area as a veterinary assistant before I informed my mom that I’d move to Seattle, after learning that I inherited the house. My mom has been worried about me since our home is originally in Ohio, so far away from Washington. However, I’ve managed to console her I’d keep in touch every week and in between, if she wan

It’s just any other ordinary day… or rather, night. Or so, I think until a few hours later. I am walking on the sidewalk when my mother who’s staying at home in Jackson, Mississippi, rings to talk to me.“Hi, Mom. Yes, I’m on my way to my apartment right now. Don’t worry. Chicago is not that bad. I’m always safe even though I walk home every night. It’s not too far away from the restaurant. Just a couple blocks away, you know that.” I try to assure her as I glance at my wristwatch. It’s already eleven-thirty in the evening.We usually close at two in the morning at the restaurant but my shift is over at eleven. Another chef takes over from then on. But I’ve had some things to finish up before I left. So, I’m a bit late at going home tonight than usual.“There are bad people everywhere, Emma. Remember that. You just have to be always alert. Okay? All the time!” my Mom nags.I look at a drunk driver that is currently being arrested by the police.“Yeah. Y

I pull down the black baseball cap I’m wearing as I sit on the bleacher next to my best friend, Irina, in the hope of hiding my face. My light brown hair cascades my back and the side of my face. From where we are seated, we can clearly see the All-Star Team Sweden’s goalie, who wears some complete ass-kicking special goaltending equipment to protect the net. It is different from his teammates’ as it especially helps in stopping the hockey puck from getting into the crease.Irina turns to look at me with a frown on her pretty face. “You’re late!” She flips her short blond hair and turns to look into the rink. The game is still on.“Sorry,” I quietly apologize.I’ve just arrived at the hotel an hour ago after a press conference and I slip away as fast as I can, without my figure skating coach noticing, just to watch the Hockey World Cup with my friend in St. Petersburg’s Ice Palace. It is the Team U.S. against Team Sweden at the mome

I slowly open my eyes and I grunt in pain. I look around, finding the wreckage, which is all that’s left of my mini-spaceship. I can still remember that our mother ship has been attacked by the Leroians—our species’ enemy. The last thing I remember is that our mother ship is blown into several pieces while my fellow warriors and I have boarded our own mini-spaceships just in time to escape. However, a Leroian ship has got to me, and now I am not even sure where I am in the universe when I’ve tried to warp my blazing ship just to survive.I crawl away from the wreck and lie on my back, breathless. I push a button on my suit and I gasp some air, feeling the broken bones and wounds being treated. I lie down for several minutes until my body is fully healed.All I can see around me are trees—a lot of it. The leaves are thick and so green but of different sizes and shapes. I turn on my rero, an AI device that’s wrapped around my wrist, and check my coordinates.

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The celebration was held at the palace ground that very same night. Foods and drinks were served in a matter of less than thirty dots. It would last until midday. And before that was over, the prisoners of Uzob were all freed and joined this rare celebration. It must have been a very historic day for everyone in the Aryan world.But before that, Miryeob and my sister Shahrae, together with Kaiyahv, had a priceless reunion. It filled my heart with warmth and joy as they embraced each other. I smiled watching this happy moment for our family. I watched them with a smile on my face. They were talking animatedly like they really had a lot to talk about. Well, I thought that was true since it had been a long time since they had been separated from each other. Thinking that my sister’s father was already dead, there was indeed a lot to catch up. The whole evening would not suffice it, I’m sure.Rugien embraced me from behind, watching the scene that I was focused on. The King

“Free all the prisoners in Uzob. The only thing they did wrong was go against the impostor king. That means they’re all innocents,” Rugien said. He then informed them where Uzob was located.They nodded. They were about to go when Rugien halted them. “One other thing.” He glanced at me first before he continued. “Frith’s body.”“We’re going to take care of it,” Bullox said. “Right now, he’s going to be washed clean by a couple of our fellow warriors before he’s going to be sent to his family. That’s the least we can do for him at the moment.”However, Rugien shook his head. “No. Frith can still be brought back to life. Will talk to Healer Ulf regarding this matter.”I snorted. “Huh? Are you saying that he still has the chance to be alive even after his life source is sucked by the Creyer?” I asked Rugien about that unbelievable suggestion.He turned to me and all eyes were on him now. “The old palace healer has found something in their research, Xerra.

It was then that Rugien and I grabbed it at the same time that it was taken away from Isoog like his strength diminished. Together, we thrust the staff through his chest and to his heart. Blinding light erupted from within and it seemed that he just melted into a mist, into nothingness, only to appear the real King.I knew it the moment his green eyes were settled on Rugien. The Grand Crown Prince could tell it, too, that it was his real father.“Father!” He embraced the older man.The two males looked happy with this reunion. Well, who wouldn’t? I looked at the staff that was now solely in my hand. I couldn’t feel its surging power now. But I didn’t care. All is well now. My eyes met Zelian’s who stepped closer to us. He bowed to the two royalties and so did the others, including the Furezos and the remaining elite warriors. It looked like there was less than half of their number that was still alive.“Zelian! It’s been a long time since I last saw you,” the

As the General told me his real name, he attacked me with a whip that he manifested. I barely realized that the name of his brother’s staff was Creyer, which was taken from his name after all. The impostor loved his brother dearly—it was crystal clear to see. It was quite admirable. I could understand since I had a precious sister that I loved so much.Anyway, it was good I was fast enough to dodge his attack. My poniard blocked it the second time, which was caught by it. In turn, I pulled it and slashed it. His hold was broken. I quickly bluffed a thrust but attempted to slash his leg. He was quick to dodge both times it was amazing. He was amazing. I gave him that. However, he just got motionless all of a sudden.I whipped around to look behind me to see who it was. Of course, it was Frith. He used his favorite weapon, the needle, which made the General paralyzed. I smiled, satisfied, at the unmoving Crey.I then paid attention to Rugien and the King who are stil

“Or you’re going to break my neck? Is that it?” I sarcastically told him but my hand was still tightly holding my weapon. I refused to be threatened by him despite of the current situation.Rugien suddenly made a more-than-a-superbeing move. He stood right in front of us in less than a split dot. His face was grim that I’d never seen before. His eyes burned with fire as he looked at the General of the Elite Aryan Army.“Ah, my son!” The King followed as well after a dot passed by.I looked at his Creyer. With this distance, I could probe into the King’s mind. However, it was blocked somehow. He looked at me with a mocking and evil grin. He shook his head unaffectedly.“I know your ability, Xerra. However, you cannot use it against me.” He paused. “Even you, Rugien. No matter how powerful you are.” He turned to the Grand Crown Prince.Rugien reached out to my mind, I realized. I let him probe into mine. Now he knew what I discovered. His face went grimme

Alodia blew her breath before she pressed the doorbell button of his condo unit at around eight in the evening.“A-Alyanna?” Emerson’s face was surprised to see her there when he opened the blue-gray door. He wore a white sando and a pair of board shorts, revealing his well-built body. He was taller than she realized, when she was now close to him. Her height was just up to his shoulder.Why did he call her by that n