He was never meant to survive.The official record states that Joint Special Operations Task Force "Cerberus" never existed. No personnel files, no deployment orders, no casualty reports. Seventeen men—the deadliest asymmetric warfare unit on the planet—were erased in a single night, their bodies fed to a black-site incinerator in an undisclosed location. The mission was classified beyond the highest clearance. The betrayal came from inside the wire.Logan Stone was the unit's point man. He remembers the exact second the suppressed rounds tore through his team's comms tent—friendly fire from a helicopter that was supposed to be their extraction. He remembers the face of the pilot, a man he'd shared whiskey with three days prior. And he remembers waking up in a mass grave, clawing through wet ash, his own dog tags missing and his identity wiped from every government database in existence.Now, three years later, he lives in the margins. A ghost with a pulse. He survives by trading classified secrets to hostile intelligence agencies—not for money, but for fragments of truth. Each transaction brings him closer to the one name that matters: the architect of the Cerberus massacre. But every breadcrumb he follows leads to a deadlier realization. The conspiracy isn't a single rogue general or a corrupt politician. It's a hydra—a shadow syndicate that spans defense contractors, intelligence directors, and even elected officials, all bound by a single, terrifying objective: to engineer a controlled collapse of global order so they can rebuild it in their image.Stone's rage is cold, surgical, and obsessive. He doesn't seek glory or redemption. He seeks annihilation. His method is methodical: identify a target, infiltrate their inner circle, extract their knowledge, and leave their operation in ruins. He's become the very thing they created—a weapon without a leash, a variable they cannot predict.But the syndicate has its own hunters. They call themselves the "Architects," and they don't just kill threats—they erase them from causality itself. They've deployed a counter-asset, a woman known only as "The Editor," whose specialty is rewriting timelines: forging evidence, discrediting witnesses, even driving targets to suicide through psychological warfare. She is Stone's mirror, and she has already anticipated his next three moves.When Stone finally corners a mid-level Architect financier in a Zurich safehouse, the man laughs before dying. He tells Stone that the massacre wasn't a betrayal—it was a test. Cerberus was killed because they were too loyal to their oaths. The syndicate needed to see if any man could survive that level of psychic and physical annihilation and still function. Stone passed. He is now their most coveted asset, and they will never stop hunting him until he breaks, joins, or dies.Stone's only edge is a single encrypted data chip—damaged, partial—that his team leader shoved into his palm in the final seconds. It contains a fragment of a code that, when fully decrypted, will expose every Architect member worldwide. But the code requires a biological key: the DNA of the man who ordered the strike. And that man has been dead—officially—for two years.Or so they want the world to believe.Every battle Stone wins exposes a deeper layer of the rot. Every ally he makes carries a hidden agenda. Every safe house becomes a trap. He is forced to navigate a labyrinth of false flags, double agents, and ethical quicksand, where the difference between justice and vengeance blurs into a blood-red fog. He will have to decide whether to become the monster they fear or the martyr they can afford to ignore.But make no mistake: Logan Stone is not a hero. He is a survivor with a singular purpose. And in a world where power writes history and mercy is a liability, he will burn every lie to the ground—even if he has to stand in the ashes alone.The war didn't end the night Cerberus fell. For some men, war is a temporary state. For Stone, it is the only state. He was Warborn. And he will not stop until the Architects are either exposed or extinct—or until they finally put him in the ground for good.

The kill order came from his own command — and it erased his entire unit in six seconds of "friendly fire" that was anything but friendly.Marcus Rook was the trigger man who called in that strike. He didn't know it was his own team beneath the crosshairs until the debris stopped falling. Now disavowed, hunted, and branded the butcher of Task Force Ember, he has one path back to the truth: infiltrate the black-market PMC syndicate that supplied the weapon, climb through men who would kill him on sight, and steal enough proof to burn the NATO director who signed the order. Every rung he climbs costs him blood, cover, and pieces of the man he used to be. The syndicate doesn't hand out trust — it extracts it, one impossible job at a time, and the deeper he goes, the more he starts to resemble the monster he's hunting.He has the syndicate's own tech, a dead unit's unfinished war, and maybe six months before his cover — or his conscience — gives out first.When the man giving the orders sits two ranks above the law, how do you put a bullet in a system instead of a person?

Damon Voss has a good life. That's the first lie.At thirty-four, he's a senior forensic accountant in Aurora Tower – a Chicago high‑rise wrapped in one‑way mirrors, where every badge swipe and keystroke is logged. He has a wife Nina who still laughs at his jokes, a six‑year‑old son Milo who thinks he's a superhero, and a suburban home in the gated community of Cedar Meadows.That was three days ago. Before Sasha Byrne vanished.Sasha wasn't a friend. She was a data analyst two floors down, with a nervous laugh and an obsession with vintage watches. Then a video arrived at 2:17 AM: Sasha in her cubicle, whispering his name over and over. Damon. Damon. Damon.By sunrise, Sasha is missing. Her apartment is spotless. Her work computer is wiped. Her phone pings from three states. The police call it voluntary disappearance.But Damon has been following threads for eight months – a colleague who quit abruptly, a client file deleted before he could close it, a late‑night printer that burst into smoke. He told no one. Not Nina. Not his brother Evan. Not his best friend Garrett.Then Nina finds a camera inside their bedroom smoke detector. The lens is the size of a pin, wired to a transmitter that feeds video to an IP address owned by a shell company that traces back to Damon's own employer.And Sasha is still missing. Someone is still watching.Damon's investigation leads him into a nightmare: an automated risk‑assessment algorithm that flags "anomalies" – people who ask the wrong questions – and authorizes their complete erasure. Not death. Erasure. Bank accounts emptied, medical records forged, families convinced you're insane.Sasha left behind one thing: a kill switch. A dead man's switch that will expose the entire conspiracy. But to find it, Damon must first outrun the system that's already marked him for deletion.The Kill Switch is a story about a man who discovers he isn't hunting a conspiracy – he is the bug in the code. And the code is being rewritten without him.

The hookAlvin Chen has always been the player no one notices. In junior high, he was the sixth man on Northside Elite — the best team in the region. Labeled weak. Too small. Too nervous. Every time the ball touched his hands, he panicked and gave it away.But Alvin loved basketball more than anyone. So he didn't try to get stronger or faster. He invented something new: the redirect pass — a lightning-fast tap, flick, or slap that sends the ball to a teammate before the defense even sees it move.The problem? Almost no one can catch it. Only elite players with freak instincts.In junior high, only three people could: Derek, Marcus, and Trey. They were the stars. They never thanked him.Now Alvin is a freshman at Westbrook High, a school with no talent. He's ready to quit — until he meets Michael Vance.Michael is everything Alvin is not: tall, explosive, arrogant. A scoring machine who trusts no one. Their first practice together, Alvin's redirect pass hits Michael in the face.But Michael doesn't get angry. He says: "Do that again."Alvin does. Michael catches it — and sinks the shot.The bond formsAlvin makes Michael a deal: "I'll be your shadow. I'll get you the ball anywhere, instantly. You be the light — the scorer, the star. Together, we take down Derek, Marcus, and Trey. They're at different high schools now. They still think they're unbeatable."Michael grins. "You've got a deal, shadow."The stakesBut the old stars are watching. They mock Alvin. They try to steal Michael away. And when Michael goes down with an injury in the biggest game, Alvin must become more than a shadow — he must become his own light.

THE LAST COHORT Rome has fallen. Its legions are gone. But one last mission remains. Britannia, 410 AD. The last Roman soldiers are boarding their ships, abandoning the rain-lashed island to darkness. Left behind to cover their retreat, the Cohors IX Hispana—a ghost legion already written out of history becomes the empire’s final, desperate rearguard. But they are not just fighting Saxon war-bands and vengeful Celtic tribes. An ancient evil is stirring, a primordial force of chaos that preyed on this land long before empires existed. It twists men into monstrous, soulless husks and commands beasts of shadow and bone. As the land itself turns against them, the century-old discipline of the legion is tested against a terror no shield wall was ever built to withstand. The fate of Britannia will not be decided by armies, but by an alliance of outcasts: · MARCUS, a young Roman officer holding fast to duty as his world crumbles. · BRAN, a disgraced Druid who wields forbidden blood-magic. · HROTHGAR, a weary Saxon warrior seeking a homeland, not a grave. · MORGANNA, a Celtic princess whose hidden royal blood may be the key to salvation. Thrown together by fate, these four enemies must unite their swords, their sorcery, and their shattered honor on a suicidal quest. They will race against the rising tide of darkness to find a legendary weapon lost to myth: the Sword of Mars, an artifact of god-like power that could save the world or utterly destroy it. For fans of the action of The Witcher, the brotherhood of The Last Kingdom, and the epic scale of The Lord of the Rings, The Last Cohort is a thunderous historical fantasy where the last light of Rome is about to be snuffed out… unless one last cohort can light the fire of a new dawn.