In a world where unseen forces influence the destinies of mortals, two boys, Victory and Destiny, are unwittingly entangled in a battle that blurs the line between the physical and the spiritual. Victory, a quiet but determined boy, struggles under the weight of his father Noah's hatred, branded as an obanje—a cursed child who brings bad luck. When Noah dies mysteriously after Victory's anger-fueled wish, Victory begins to uncover the dark and mysterious connection between himself and a powerful, unseen Voice.Meanwhile, Destiny, the son of Noah’s mistress Amaka, harbors secrets of his own. Manipulative and cunning, Destiny orchestrates events to force his mother to confront the truth of his lineage, setting the stage for a tense encounter between her and Noah's widow, Lila. As tensions rise, Destiny reveals himself as the embodiment of the Voice that has been influencing Victory's actions.The two boys, bound by their shared bloodline and spiritual powers, find themselves locked in a silent battle of wills. As their connection deepens, it becomes clear that their fates are intertwined, and the choices they make will have far-reaching consequences for themselves, their fractured family, and the hidden forces at play.

Twilight Moons

 Adah walked up to the boys in a manner that was frightening. Her expression was calm, but there was an intensity in her eyes that sent a chill down their spines. 


“What were you guys discussing with that girl?” she asked, her voice low, almost threatening. 


Cold sweat dripped down their spines. Victory, who always prided himself on his composure, gulped nervously. Destiny, too, looked uneasy. Neither of them knew how to answer. 


“Nothing,” they both said in unison, their voices betraying their anxiety. 


Adah’s sharp gaze lingered on them, her eyes scanning their faces for any sign of deceit. They remained silent, hoping she would drop the topic. After what felt like an eternity, she finally broke the tension. 


“Okay, let’s go,” she said, her tone softening just slightly, though there was still an edge to it that made them hesitant. 


Sir F