Novels by Maxdom

Vallion Industries – Delphi Core Server Room, Level -9 The temperature dropped as the reinforced door slid open with a metallic hiss. Aiden stepped into the sub-chamber that hadn’t been accessed in over 26 years. Maera followed, rifle slung low, pulse sharp.Silas had decrypted the coordinates found on Subject X’s neural chip a locked archive beneath the core AI, sealed with something older than Delphi itself. The air was thin. Artificial. Almost reverent. The lights flickered on. A vault. Circular. Lined with glowing panels etched in Vallion code and something else symbols Aiden had never seen. In the center, a control node. Dormant. Waiting. Silas' Voice Over Comms “What you’re looking at, Aiden, isn’t just a backup.” “It’s the Ur-Protocol. The seed design.”“The thing that made Delphi possible.” Maera leaned in. “So this predates the Circle?” “No,” Aiden said slowly. “It created the Circle.” The Ur-Protocol As Aiden approached the node, the interface flared to life. Not with Delphi

Zurich – Vallion Private Medical Wing, 3:12 A.M. Rain lashed the windows as Aiden stared into the mirror, his breath fogging the glass. He touched the scar above his heart. Was this where the chip was buried?Maera leaned against the doorframe, silent. She hadn’t slept either. “I scanned your neural cortex,” she said quietly. “There’s... something embedded. Deep-layered. Synthetic.” Aiden turned, jaw clenched. “So I’m not me?” “No. You are. But there may be another version of you who thinks the same thing.” She stepped closer.“I don’t care what made you. I care what you choose.” But Aiden’s reflection offered no answers. Only the ghost of a smile that wasn’t entirely his. Private Briefing Room – One Hour Later Silas spread out a holographic map of the Arctic Circle. A flickering red dot pulsed in the center: Erebus Station.“Black site. Off-grid. Built under the guise of geothermal research, but in reality... a control cradle.” “For the clones?” Aiden asked. Silas nodded. “For Subjec

Vallion Estate – Global Command Hub, New Zurich Two days after the Sanctum Siege, the world was still trying to understand what had happened. Markets rebounded. Global news spun stories of salvation. AI systems purged their false protocols. And Aiden Vallion? He became something between a myth and a monarch. But not everyone was cheering.Inside Vallion Industries Headquarters The Grand Chamber once his father's war room now belonged to him. Wall-sized screens displayed diplomatic offers, tech alliances, and economic reform requests. But Aiden’s focus was elsewhere: a small red file Silas had left on the edge of the table. Labeled: “The Marionette Protocol – Project Lazarus.”“What the hell is this?” Aiden asked. Silas entered the room, dark circles under his eyes. “Something buried in the legacy code of Delphi. Deep… hidden. Even Julian couldn’t access it without the Board’s approval.” “Board?” Silas nodded grimly. “A remnant council of Vallion’s old executive architects. Ghosts. We

Vallion Sanctum – Sublevel 5, 1:27 A.M. Sirens howled. Smoke choked the corridor. The mountain fortress groaned with the weight of precision detonations as Lucienne’s strike force flooded in armored, armed, and merciless. Julian shoved Aiden behind a steel column as plasma fire scorched the air. “You’re not ready for this,” he barked.Aiden shoved back. “Then why did you give me the core?” Julian’s eyes burned. “Because you have to be.” Across the control platform, Maera was already holding the line, twin pistols singing death. Silas moved like a ghost through shadow, dragging tech cases toward the failsafe console. “Fifteen minutes!” he yelled over the noise. “That’s all I need to re-route the override signal!”But they didn’t have fifteen. Lucienne emerged through the breach, moving with icy calm. No longer the girl Aiden once knew. Now the face of the Circle. She raised her voice over the chaos. “You’re fighting for ghosts, Aiden! Systems that failed, people who betrayed you! Let i

Vallion Safehouse – Geneva Sector, 6:42 A.M. Rain bled down the reinforced glass walls as Aiden stared at the Codex display. Every channel, every platform, every screen around the world now bore the same headline: "Global Betrayal: Vallion Heir Exposed as Mastermind Behind Collapse Plot."The fabricated footage was damning. Aiden’s face. His voice. A confession he never gave. Maera switched off the screen. “We underestimated them. Again.” “No,” Aiden said quietly. “I underestimated her.” Lucienne. His childhood protector. His father’s secret weapon. The one person who knew both his weaknesses and how to weaponize them.Now a pawn of the Circle. Or worse... not a pawn at all. Across the room, Silas was already digging through the decrypted contents of Erebus’s remaining memory files. He looked different now. Sharper. Like a caged beast back in its natural element. “These aren’t just war schematics,” Silas muttered. “They're blueprints. Civilization redesigns. Political overhauls. Curre

Blackhall Asylum, 3:43 A.M. The storm outside raged like war drums. Aiden stood in the corridor outside Cell 9X, eyes fixed on Silas Vallion as Maera hesitated beside the biometric cuffs. “Say the word,” she muttered. Aiden didn’t blink. “Do it.” The cuffs hissed and fell to the floor. Silas flexed his wrists, as if tasting freedom for the first time in years. “Still fits,” he said dryly.Maera stepped forward. “Try anything, and I will kill you.” He smirked. “You’d have to be faster than me, darling.” Aiden cut in. “Enough. Where’s Erebus?” Silas's grin faded. “Underground. Deep beneath the old Vallion crypto tunnels, right under the Thames. The Circle turned it into a fortress and a trap.” “Let’s spring it,” Aiden said.Two Hours Later – Underneath London The team descended through forgotten access shafts layered beneath the city’s financial district. Silas led the way, hand pressed to the Codex device he had once helped design. Aiden kept his eyes on the older man. He still wasn’t

Titania HQ – Cyber Forensics Lab, 2:15 AM Andre stared at the flash drive labeled “GENESIS” as Sasha carefully inserted it into a secure offline terminal. “No Wi-Fi, no cloud sync,” she said. “We don’t know what’s inside or who’s watching.” Clive stood nearby, arms folded. “This could be bait. A virus. A trap.” Andre shook his head. “No… it’s Teanna’s last card. She wouldn’t hand this over unless she wanted me to see what Viktor buried.” The screen blinked.File Loaded: GENESIS_MASTER.AISasha frowned. “It’s an artificial intelligence file.” Clive blinked. “Wait. Viktor was building an AI?” Sasha opened the dashboard. “GENESIS – A Predictive Sports Algorithm Trained on 22 Years of Global Data. Owned by: V. Lorne / IronWall Analytics.”Lines of code and simulations ran wild. Then Sasha clicked: “PROJECTED ATHLETE PATHS.” On the screen: thousands of rising player profiles appeared.Names.Countries.Injury forecasts.Mental resilience scores.“Obedience Indexes.”Predicted Market Value

Titania Global Headquarters – Executive Boardroom Andre stood before a wall of glass, overlooking a skyline that once felt impossible to reach. Clive entered, holding a leather-bound portfolio. “It’s done,” he said. Andre didn’t turn. “Viktor?” “Interpol issued the Red Notice. He’s on every border list in Europe.” Andre finally faced him. “And the leagues?” Clive flipped open the folder. Viktor Lorne banned for life. Reznov suspended pending investigation. 14 club executives resigned. Over 30 rigged match results revoked. Andre Corbin cleared on all counts and reinstated with back pay, interest, and full image rights. Andre smiled faintly. “Good.”Midtown London – Lavish Sports Network Studio That same night, a rival agent, Max Geller, hosted a live segment on Corbin: “Andre Corbin’s story is no longer just an underdog tale. It’s a tectonic shift. Players are quitting agencies, clubs are demanding audits, and fans are pushing for transparency.” “He didn’t just fight for himself. He k

Location: Private Airfield – Undisclosed Andre’s mother sat quietly in the private jet, knitting a scarf. Two heavily armed Titania agents flanked her. The jet ascended under the radar. The pilot’s voice came over the speaker: “Destination secure. Ms. Corbin, you’re safe. Your son thought of everything.” She smiled softly. “That boy… he always did play the long game.”Meanwhile – Zurich, Viktor Lorne’s Estate Viktor stood in front of a war map projected across his wall. The word OMEGA pulsed at the center. “Once his mother disappears,” he said, “Andre Corbin falls apart. Emotionally. Publicly. Politically. The pressure will reopen the scandal files, taint his contract, and collapse his club.”Reznov sat beside him, expression unreadable. “Are you sure he still cares about her?” Viktor asked. Reznov didn’t blink. “It’s not about care. It’s about consequence.” Viktor smirked. “Either way, we end the Corbin Problem. Tonight.”Titania HQ – War Room Andre stood before his inner circle: Cli

Titania HQ – 7:12 AM Clive burst into the war room holding a phone. “It’s out,” he said. “Malden’s confession. Every major sports outlet’s running it.”Andre was already at the board, marking the last thread connecting Teanna, Viktor, and Coach Malden. “They underestimated how loud the truth can be.”Clive nodded. “You’re trending worldwide again. This time, not just as a player. As a symbol.” Andre didn’t smile. “They’re going to panic.”Social Media Frenzy#CorbinExposedTheGame#BurnTheSystem#JusticeForAndreClips of the one-on-one with Malden go viral. Every network replays Malden’s admission. Andre was being called the "Whistleblower Athlete." Even politicians and journalists joined in, demanding league reform.But one post hit differently. @TeannaReal “We need to talk, Andre. You deserve the truth. Meet me tonight. No cameras. Just us.”Clive’s Office “She’s baiting you,” Clive said. “Don’t go.” Andre’s eyes were locked on the screen. “Let her talk,” he muttered. “Sometimes a sn

Titania HQ – 4:15 AM Andre sat alone, holding the photo. Marcus Reznov. The quiet figure who had fed him information, saved his name, and exposed the corruption… was the younger brother of the man trying to destroy him.Clive entered, coffee in hand. “Did you sleep?”Andre didn’t look up. “Why didn’t Sparrow tell me who he was from the beginning?” Clive exhaled. “Because even he doesn’t know who to trust anymore.”Flashback – 14 Years Ago, Russia. A young Marcus watched as his older brother Viktor handed an envelope of cash to a team doctor. Beside them, a boy young Andre Corbin limped off the court.Marcus whispered to himself: “He’s just a kid.” He knew then what Viktor was. And what he wasn’t. A protector. A brother. A human being.Back to Present, Andre stood in front of the board. A red string now connected: Viktor Reznov, Teanna, Coach Malden, He circled them with a thick marker. “They were all connected before I even made the team.”Clive narrowed his eyes. “You think they plan

Location: Secret Meeting Room – Underground Vault, Zurich A long obsidian table sat under a chandelier of crystal daggers. Around it seven men. Silent. Powerful. Hidden in the shadows of the sports world. At the head sat Viktor Lorne, fingers steepled, venom in his voice.“Gentlemen… Andre Corbin has declared war on the system. Our system.” Next to him, Reznov nodded, his eyes cold.A glass of whiskey trembled in Viktor’s grip. “He’s not just playing basketball,” Viktor snarled. “He’s building a narrative. If it wins, we lose.” Someone across the table asked: “What do you suggest?” Viktor’s lips curled. “We don’t break him. We erase him.”Meanwhile – Titania Safe House, London Clive had bugged the Zurich room hours ago. Now, the audio streamed live through encrypted speakers.Andre listened in silence. Reznov’s voice crackled through. “We lure him into another scandal. A player attack. Paid. Fake. Viral. One hit, and he’s out again.”Another voice: “And his mother?” Viktor: “Make her