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Shadow of freedom

(wait, wait, wait thank you please read me. I know this might not be the best story you will ever read but I want you to at least try there might be errors.. what am I even saying there will be errors because this novel is kind of an idea and I am putting in all my efforts) (the world in this story is very different from earth, so don't get confuse while reading this. if you are bored of reading fanfics or novels too cliche then this definitely for you I, wrote it for you so enjoy) In the heart of new Orlean during the 1920s, seventeen year old Malik, an African American orphan survives by stealing from the corrupt elite. But when he stumbles on a chilling secret~the world order plans to enslave humanity to maintain their power and stronghold over the people~he becomes an unlikely hero. With his quick wit and street smart, Malik sets out to dismantle the oppressive regime. Along the way, he formes an unlikely alliance with a brilliant hacker, a jazz musicians and other member of his crew, navigating, danger, betrayal and forbidden romance. As the shadow closes in Malik must choose: save himself or ignite a revolution that could change the course of history forever. Get ready for a thrilling ride through a jazz-filled speakeasies and battle for freedom that transcends time "Shadow of freedom" a tale of courage, sacrifice and ...... ( psst piece of advice start from Genesis) ___________________________________ 50 power stones=1extra chapters 100 power stone= 2 extra chapters ......

Olumakinde · สมจริง
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32 Chs

Grimhaven

Malik's POV

Welcome to the underworld

I tugged at my hood to cover my face as I moved nimbly through the alley way in the shadows and by drunk, homeless and crack heads murmuring or fighting.

"Hey kid , got a nice loot there I see why don't you share some " A Random dude walked up to me in the alley

You see first rule of the underworld never ever let your guard down because there are always people eyeing your stuff

Rule number two be able to defend yourself

Rule number three there are no morals and code of conduct in the slumsso be able to lie through your teeth

"Nothing, I got nothing " I replied keeping a poker face, that I have trained through out my life.

"Oh I would believe you but you made quite a ruckus kid"

He said stepping out of the shadow. He was aan standing at 5'8 feet, obsessed and having a greedy look in his eye.

"Well sorry you got the wrong guy" I said trying to leave

He stretched his hand trying to grab the bag I stole... Cough I mean my bag.

I hit his nose with my elbow and grabbed his wrist, pushing my body backwarda and using the force to send him flying over my head.

"Ahhhhh fuck " He screamed while holding his nose that was bleeding and snot flowing from it.

He pulled out a sharp knife 🔪from his pocket and he rushes towards me

I side step him and grabbed his wrist and twisted it and hit his hand forcing him to drop the knife and I moved my hands to grab his head and knee him square In the face thrice before letting him go

As he slums to the ground his face covered in his blood and screaming

I already heard several footsteps moving towards us probably his help. I grabbed my bag and made a run from there jumping through an opposite wall and into the night