Novels by Doctor Blaze

---“Silas Cross is dead.”The words dropped from Ethan’s mouth like a hammer, but the image on Wren’s screen said otherwise.A surveillance still—grainy, timestamped from six weeks ago—showed a man in a lab coat exiting a Helix-owned bio-research facility in the Swiss Alps. Face partially obscured by snow gear, but unmistakable.Silas Cross.Ethan’s father.Alive.Wren’s voice was sharp. “Facial match is ninety-eight percent. Gait analysis confirms the rest. It’s him.”Ethan stared at the image, blood rushing in his ears. His father, the man he buried in his memory, the legend he was chasing, wasn’t a ghost.He was a weapon. Helena’s weapon.“What the hell is Project Revenant?” Camille whispered.Ethan’s jaw clenched. “Something worse than death.”---Hours later, the war room was alive with motion.Camille hacked into Helix’s Geneva node. Jules traced satellite logs. Wren coordinated drone surveillance.Ethan stood at the center, silent. Focused. Fire in his veins.Finally, Jules sl

---The North Sea churned like an angry beast.Ethan stood on the deck of the speedboat, wind slashing across his face as the jagged silhouette of the unmarked island came into view. The coordinates Cain had left weren't just cryptic—they were buried, erased from satellite maps, and hidden in black archives. Whatever waited on that land wasn’t meant to be found.Camille throttled down the engine as the rocky shoreline neared. “No signal, no surveillance. We’re in a dead zone.”Jules, still sore from the Zurich catacombs, loaded his weapon beside Ethan. “Perfect place for a graveyard—or a revelation.”Ethan’s gaze stayed fixed on the island.“We find out which today.”---They made landfall just before dusk. The island was small—more rock than earth, more silence than life. But deep within the cliffs lay a narrow path leading to an old iron gate.It creaked open under Ethan’s hand.Beyond it: a stone monastery, long abandoned. Vines crept through cracked walls. Time had buried most of

---The bullet missed Ethan by inches.Sparks flew as it ricocheted off the altar, forcing him to dive for cover behind the stone pedestal. The Seed orb clutched tight in one bleeding hand, he rolled just in time to avoid a second shot—this one tearing a chunk out of the ancient wall beside him.“Contact left!” Wren yelled, returning fire with deadly precision. “She’s not here to talk!”Jules ducked behind a fallen pillar, yanking Ethan down beside him. “Who the hell is this woman?”“Helena Vale,” Ethan growled. “Daughter of Marcus Vale. One of the original Nine.”Jules cursed. “I thought she was dead.”“Then you weren’t paying attention.”The crimson-coated woman strode forward through the crossfire as if bullets were whispers. Her guards moved like phantoms—silent, fast, brutal. Within seconds, half of the Nine’s operatives were dead or retreating. The rest were caught in the crosshairs of chaos.Helena raised one hand, and her team halted.“You’ve been busy, Ethan,” she called acro

---Ethan didn’t speak. Not at first.The silence in the room was louder than the ticking wall clock. Jules stood frozen, his back to the door, chest rising and falling like a man about to face a firing squad. The barrel of Ethan’s pistol was still warm, one chamber full—ready for a betrayal he never thought would come from his right hand.“You sold my father out,” Ethan said, voice low and controlled. “And now you’ve been feeding them intel on me.”Jules swallowed. “That was years ago. I didn’t know you then.”“That doesn’t make it better,” Wren snapped. “You had every chance to come clean.”“I didn’t have a choice!” Jules barked. “They had my sister, Ethan. She was seventeen. They said if I didn’t leak your father’s location, they’d carve her apart and ship the pieces back to me. What would you have done?!”---Ethan’s stare was unrelenting. “I would’ve burned the Nine to the ground. You chose to kneel.”“I’ve been loyal to you since the start,” Jules pleaded. “Every drop of blood I

---The sky turned fire.One second, Ethan was cradling his mother. The next, the private jet groaned as a deafening explosion lit the starless night—ripping through the right engine. Flames streaked past the windows. Metal shrieked like a wounded beast.The plane tilted, nose diving. Loose equipment flew through the cabin. Jules slammed against a wall. Wren shouted something into the cockpit, but the alarms were too loud to hear her.“Brace!” Ethan roared, wrapping his arms around his mother. “Hold on to something—anything!”The world turned upside down.---Impact.They hit the water like a hammer. The fuselage cracked. Lights died. Cold swallowed them.Ethan coughed as water rushed into the cabin. He kicked upward, dragging his mother behind him. Through shattered glass, he saw Jules forcing open the emergency hatch. Wren surfaced a moment later, her face bloodied but alive.They swam—gasping, groaning—until they hit the shoreline. Smoke curled from the wreckage bobbing in the dark

---The moment Ethan’s boots hit the cracked marble floor of the Yalova estate, he felt the weight of history and lies press down on him.The house was abandoned on paper, sealed off since the early '90s, but the security cameras, heat sensors, and distant hum of electricity told a different story.Ethan stared up at the withered mansion. It loomed on a hill overlooking the Sea of Marmara, quiet as a crypt. But somewhere behind those rotting walls was the answer he’d chased for most of his life.“She's in there,” Ethan said. “Alive. Watching. Waiting.”---Wren adjusted the scope of her rifle from her perch on a nearby rooftop. “Movement on the west side. Four armed men patrolling. Suits. Not hired thugs. Military posture.”Jules, crouched beside Ethan, loaded his sidearm. “Same snake-pin badge from the Fenrir video. Whoever this guy is, he's running an elite crew.”Ethan cracked his knuckles, voice low and cold. “Let’s see how elite they look bleeding in the snow.”He nodded once.An