Welcome to the Twisted World of the Supernatural: Curated by Douye Soroh.

Japa Daniel lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how life had turned upside down right before his eyes. He was trying to decide what to do when overthinking dragged him down memory lane. Ten years ago, everything had been easy. Twenty thousand naira then felt like a million today. He swore under his breath, cursing every politician and their uneducated foot soldiers who had plunged the country into this mess. Those foot soldiers were too dense to realize they were guarding their masters’ pots while destroying their own lives—and the lives of the coming generation. In fact, they were wrecking the very foundation of the nation and its democracy. Daniel stood, crossed to his wine cabinet, and reached for a drink. Everything about his country left a sour taste in his throat and made him feel useless. But the cabinet was empty. He swore again, went to his safe, and checked how much cash he had left for something strong. When he opened it, his blood ran cold. Just one thou...

  The Crown King Dylan ruled with an iron fist. Feared by all, he conquered neighboring lands with reckless zeal. His people obeyed his every whim—not out of love, but survival. Yet they prospered. The kingdom of Justicia overflowed with riches: fertile fields, gold mines, and skilled artisans. To them, Dylan’s cruelty was the price of strength. He had two children. Prince Maxwell , the heir, was nothing like his father. Where Dylan demanded discipline, Maxwell chased wine and women. He refused the sword, preferring brothels to battlements. The king had tried—drills, tutors, threats—but gave up. There is a kingdom to rule when I’m gone, Dylan thought, and my son is a drunk. Princess Margaret , however, burned with ambition. She trained daily with sword and bow, becoming the finest archer in Justicia. She craved war councils, border patrols, danger. “I will protect our people,” she vowed, “even if it kills me.” Far from the palace, Jordan cared for none of it. A commoner, he kept ...

Chapter 1: The Friends Kanji lived a quiet life as a sales executive for a retail chain. He rented a modest one-bedroom flat in the upscale part of town. Friends were few, and social gatherings—even the ones dragged to by colleagues or Sharon —felt like chores. He wanted for nothing. Money flowed easily, but he never spoke of it. He was running from a past no one here knew. Every morning and night, Kanji trained: karate, swordsmanship, hand-to-hand combat, archery, and drills to move faster than any ordinary man. A day would come when his past knocked. He intended to answer ready. Sharon was his closest friend. People assumed they were dating; they laughed it off. As the city’s top event planner, Sharon’s client list read like a who’s-who of the elite. She had three ride-or-die friends: Linda, Sarah, and Deborah—better known as Debbie. The four were inseparable, though none believed Sharon when she insisted she and Kanji were just friends. Linda was fearless. She took what she wanted—...