Novels by Gem

The night air bit into Davion’s skin as they moved through the streets, wet from the drizzle that hadn’t let up since they left the facility. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself, but the chill didn’t matter—he had adrenaline pumping through every vein. Every step they took toward Iron Hand’s headquarters felt heavier than the last, like the city itself was pressing down on them, warning them to turn back.Beverly led the way, eyes sharp, scanning every alley and side street. “We can’t just storm in,” she said, voice low. “This place isn’t a normal building. It’s a fortress. Security, traps, tech—we’ve seen how far he’s willing to go.”Rami groaned. “So… we’re sneaking in, basically. Which, great, because nothing says ‘fun’ like being blown up by lasers at two in the morning.”Maya smirked, flipping a small knife between her fingers. “Better us than someone else. We’ve got the skills, the brains… and the grudge.”Davion clenched his fists. “And the stakes. Don’t forget that.”L

The room felt too small for the amount of chaos exploding inside it.Iron Hand stumbled back against the desk, breathing hard, blood dripping from a cut on his jaw. Davion’s chest heaved as he tightened his fists again, sweat sliding down his face. Sparks rained from a damaged light overhead, flashing the room in bursts of white and shadow.“Stay down,” Davion said, voice shaking but fierce.Iron Hand laughed. Actually laughed. “You kids think you’ve won.”“We have,” Beverly snapped. She stepped forward, blade still raised even though her hands trembled. “Your system is down. The whole city knows what you did.”“And whose fault is that?” Iron Hand snarled. “Children relying on stolen tech and luck instead of discipline.”Maya groaned from by the doorway, kicking a guard she’d knocked out. “Can we knock him out already? He talks too much.”Rami nodded rapidly. “Yes, please. I’m tired. My back hurts. My soul hurts.”But Iron Hand wasn’t done. “You don’t understand what you’ve unleashed,

For a split second, no one moved. The room was a mess of sparks, overturned chairs, shattered glass, and the echo of the last blow Davion landed. Iron Hand pushed himself up slowly, wiping the smear of blood from his lip like it offended him more than the injury itself.“You think this ends here?” he said, voice low and too calm—like someone who’d already prepared a backup plan.The room felt too small for the chaos inside it.Iron Hand pushed himself off the desk, blood trickling from his lip. His perfect suit was torn at the shoulder, and for the first time since Davion had ever seen him, he didn’t look untouchable. He looked… human. But dangerous. Still extremely dangerous.“You think shutting off the system will stop me?” Iron Hand spat, wiping his mouth. “You children have no idea what you’ve started.”“We’re finishing what you started,” Beverly snapped, stepping in front of Davion. “And we’re not kids anymore.”Iron Hand laughed—sharp and humorless. “No. You’re weapons who don’t

The night air bit into Davion’s skin as they moved through the streets, wet from the drizzle that hadn’t let up since they left the facility. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself, but the chill didn’t matter—he had adrenaline pumping through every vein. Every step they took toward Iron Hand’s headquarters felt heavier than the last, like the city itself was pressing down on them, warning them to turn back.Beverly led the way, eyes sharp, scanning every alley and side street. “We can’t just storm in,” she said, voice low. “This place isn’t a normal building. It’s a fortress. Security, traps, tech—we’ve seen how far he’s willing to go.”Rami groaned. “So… we’re sneaking in, basically. Which, great, because nothing says ‘fun’ like being blown up by lasers at two in the morning.”Maya smirked, flipping a small knife between her fingers. “Better us than someone else. We’ve got the skills, the brains… and the grudge.”Davion clenched his fists. “And the stakes. Don’t forget that.”L

The safehouse smelled like burnt coffee and wet jackets, and Davion was pretty sure the floor was sticky from something that might’ve been breakfast—or a failed experiment of Rami’s. He didn’t care. He just wanted to sit somewhere and not think about Iron Hand for two whole minutes.Beverly leaned over Lina’s laptop, eyes scanning lines of code like they were magic spells. “There,” she said finally. “That’s one of the backup nodes. It’s… well, let’s just say it’s better hidden than Genesis was.”Lina nodded, fingers flying across the keyboard. “It’s secure, heavily encrypted, but I can trace the connections. Give me an hour, and I can map his network. Then we hit where it hurts the most.”Davion rubbed his face. “An hour, huh? That’s like… a lifetime when we’re talking about him. He could already be moving against us.”“You’ll be fine,” Beverly said, giving him a sharp look. “If you keep whining, I’ll make you run laps around the city to burn off that anxiety.”Davion blinked at her.

The city was quiet, almost too quiet, as if it were holding its breath. Davion kept his hood up, eyes scanning every alley, every flickering streetlamp. He could feel the tension crawling under his skin. After Genesis, after Iron Hand, after all the chaos, nothing felt normal anymore. And that made him nervous—because he knew better than anyone that calm before the storm never lasted.Beverly walked beside him, her footsteps light but precise. “You’re quiet,” she said, nudging him with her elbow. “Plotting your next witty remark or brooding about the world?”He smirked faintly. “Both.”She laughed softly, the sound sharp and brief. “You’re impossible.”Davion glanced around again, noticing the abandoned cars, the distant hum of generators, the faint smell of smoke lingering in the air. “I just… I don’t like quiet.”“You never do,” she said, her tone softer now, almost understanding. She glanced at him, eyes flicking with concern. “But we have to move. Intel says there’s a hidden hub,