Novels by Jane Howell

The storm had passed.Smoke still curled from the ruins of Draven Tower, the once-impenetrable fortress now reduced to a skeletal monument of twisted steel and shattered glass. The sky was bruised with dawn light, streaks of gold piercing through the ash.Far below, the world had begun to stir again — confused, grieving, alive.Mara walked through the debris, her boots crunching against fragments of metal and broken armor. Every step brought a whisper of memory — the sound of Zayden’s voice in her comm, the blinding flash that had consumed everything.She carried a small container in her hands, inside it — Zayden’s cracked dog tag and a fragment of his reactor core, still faintly pulsing with blue light.Behind her, Liam clutched her coat, his small face pale but calm. The boy’s eyes — so much like his father’s — stared at the ruins with silent understanding.> “He’s not gone,” Liam said softly.Mara paused, her throat tightening. “Liam… we don’t know that.”He shook his head slowly.

Hey Iron LegionThat was one explosive chapter! Zayden’s fight isn’t just against Draven anymore—it’s against destiny itself. 😤 The line between man and machine keeps getting thinner, and Ava’s fate is hanging by a single thread. 💔What do you think—will Zayden sacrifice himself to stop the upload, or will he find another way to save her? I’d love to hear your theories below! 👇Don’t forget to drop a like, comment, and follow if you’re loving the intensity—it helps this story reach more readers and keeps the Iron Guardian’s fire burning 🔥The alarms screamed through the tower like dying sirens. Red light flooded every corridor, and the walls trembled under the weight of chaos.Zayden ran through the smoke and flickering sparks, his armor cracked, his body bleeding — but his will unbroken. Behind him, Ava’s faint voice echoed through the comm link.> “Zayden… the core… you have to stop the upload…”He could hear the strain in her tone — her consciousness split between human and mac

Chapter 10: The Tower of GodsRain lashed against the city like shattered glass. Lightning flickered across the skyline, illuminating the monolithic structure that pierced the storm clouds—Draven Tower.Zayden stood on the rooftop of a neighboring skyscraper, his armor humming with restrained fury. The HUD on his visor displayed multiple thermal signatures—guards, drones, and synthetic patrols. He exhaled slowly, the faint vapor escaping his lips like a prayer to a god he no longer believed in.> “Mara,” he said into the comm, voice low. “Status.”Her voice came through static. “You’re clear to breach. But once you’re inside, communication will cut out. Draven’s EMP barrier is live.”Zayden’s jaw tightened. “Then this is it.”He glanced once at the small photo clipped inside his gauntlet—Ava holding Liam. A life that had been stolen from him. A promise he had yet to fulfill.With a single leap, he plunged into the storm.The grappling hook fired midair, embedding into the tower’s meta

The abandoned metro tunnel was silent except for the drip of water echoing through the darkness.Zayden sat on an overturned crate, his armor stripped down, the plates dented and scarred. The Iron Guardian looked less like a savior tonight and more like a man trying to hold himself together.Across the flickering firelight, Mara worked in silence, stitching the gash on his side with shaking hands. Her face was pale, her hair damp from the rain. Between them, Zayden’s son slept under a torn blanket, his small chest rising and falling in a fragile rhythm.“You should’ve told me sooner,” Zayden said, his voice low but roughened by exhaustion.Mara didn’t look up. “And what would you have done, Zayden? Stormed into Draven Tower alone? He would’ve killed you before you made it past the first floor.”He clenched his fists. “You think I care about that?”“No,” she said quietly. “That’s what scares me.”The silence that followed was heavier than the air itself. Then Zayden reached for the sma

The fire from the Black Harbor still burned hours after Zayden walked away.He could see the orange glow reflected against the clouds as his motorcycle roared down the highway. Wind tore through his jacket, blood still wet on his temple. Every heartbeat pounded like a hammer against his skull — a reminder that he was still alive, though maybe he shouldn’t be.When he finally reached the safe house, dawn was just breaking — pale light spilling through broken windows. Rhea was waiting at the door, her face pale, eyes wide.“God, Zayden—” she gasped when she saw him. “You’re bleeding.”“It’s not mine,” he muttered, brushing past her.He staggered into the main room, dropped his weapon belt onto the table, and sank into the chair opposite Luca’s bed. His son was still asleep, small and fragile, unaware of the war his father was fighting in his name.Rhea followed him silently, bandages in her hands. “You should let me—”“Don’t,” Zayden snapped, his tone low and dangerous. “I just need qui

The storm didn’t stop until dawn.The rain had washed the city clean, but for Zayden Cross, nothing could wash the blood off his hands.He stood by the window of the safe house — an abandoned warehouse turned into a fortress. Outside, the skyline of Gravemarch City gleamed under faint light. Inside, the air was thick with silence.Behind him, Rhea sat by Luca’s bedside. The boy slept soundly, unaware of how close death had come. His small hand clutched the edge of the blanket like it was a lifeline.Zayden hadn’t slept. Not since the hospital.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the gunfire flashing against white walls, the nurse’s scream, the scent of smoke and antiseptic blending together — and the face of Specter, the man he’d killed once, staring at him through the fire with one good eye.Rhea broke the silence. “He’ll be okay. The doctor said the trauma will fade.”Zayden didn’t respond. His reflection in the window looked like a ghost — the outline of a man who had already die