Novels by Frank Torrey

With its splendor reduced to a barren wasteland of shattered stone and twisted metal, the Capitol was in ruins. The once-powerful city, where agreements were formed and authority was unafraid to challenge authority, was now a shambling relic of what it had been. However, something much more important was taking on inside the Capitol building's ruins, something that might alter the course of history.Tatiana stood in the middle of the broken control room, staring at the static-flickering monitors. Anger, fear, and something worse she couldn't quite put her finger on were all mixed together in her heart. Her cherished daughter Mira stood motionless in front of her like a statue, her eyes gleaming with that odd, frightening light that seemed to pierce Tatiana's very being.The room was filled with the perverse delight of Benjamin, whose holographic image was still grinning. His mocking, menacing voice said, "You've done so well, Tatiana, but you've made one fatal mistake." You believe yo

The orbital strike's debris had left the world outside the Capitol in a terrifying state. The city was engulfed in flames that destroyed everything in their path, and the overpowering stench of smoke hung in the air like a portent. The eerie glow of satellites filled the sky as their fragments crashed into the ground, leaving craters and devastation in their wake. With grim determination, Alexander and Tatiana navigated the remains of the Capitol. Their victory felt hollow, even though they had barely survived the blow. The Capitol, once the center of their authority, was reduced to a heap of blazing rubble, and Mira had barely survived. However, the city was not the only place under risk. The flickering lights lighted the concrete and twisted steel as they walked to the central control room. The clatter of security warnings and the hum of machinery had once filled the area, but now it was eerily quiet. Tatiana's gaze flitted across the monitors, which were now displaying distorted

The Capitol's streets were in disarray. The night was filled with screams as terrified citizens fled for safety. As satellite wreckage, pieces of Benjamin's network, started to fall from the sky and ignite in the atmosphere like falling stars, the air was heavy with the scent of smoke and burning debris. They are all signs of impending disaster. Alexander and Tatiana hurried through the Capitol, their footsteps resonating through the now-empty corridors. Every second counted because the city was in the middle of a full-scale catastrophe. With a sad expression on her face, Tatiana whispered under her breath, "This is it." Benjamin is carrying out his strategy precisely. The satellites have begun to descend. Alexander's mind was racing as his eyes scanned the room. "We must put an end to it." Tatiana took a while to reply. Her mind was racing. Benjamin was a master of chaos, and there were a lot of unknowns and variables. He had planned every action they took, arranging them like a

The Capitol was a city of authority that influenced the future of empires and determined the destiny of countries. But now, with its halls and streets throbbing with the weight of a choice that may change the course of history, it felt more like a battlefield. Knowing that every decision they took from this point on might either send them into the depths of failure or bring them closer to victory, Alexander and his companions stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing over the edge. However, something was happening inside the Capitol's magnificent rooms that nobody had expected. Benjamin Whitaker's voice, which ought to have been permanently muted, reverberated from the speakers, its icy, deliberate tones brimming with contempt. Everyone in hearing felt their spines tingle as it sliced through the air like a dagger, merciless and keen. "Did you really think you could change the game's rules?" Benjamin's voice reverberated with a terrible energy. "You've only just started playing, and y

The shock of their announcement was still being felt in the Capitol, and the truth of the decision to change the world was beginning to sink in like a storm that had not yet reached its full intensity. The city was literally and figuratively shrouded in a thick fog. However, something much worse was brewing someplace, behind huge, reinforced walls, deep within the Capitol complex. The quiet buzz of machines and the whir of computers filled a sterile, windowless room. Isabella sat in front of a console, tapping the keys rapidly. Her face was illuminated by the chilly, blue illumination from the screens, which emphasized the cybernetic implants that ran down her neck and around her temples, upgrades she had been compelled to accept following the accident that almost killed her. But far more unsettling than her own shape was the operation table in front of her. Benjamin Whitaker's preserved brain was suspended in a nutrient-rich solution on that table. Beneath the surface, his neurolog

The silence on the Capitol steps was unsettling. After the storm was over, the streets of Washington, D.C., were covered with snow and ice and looked like a frozen tundra. There was an eerie silence in place of the city's typical hum. As the audience assembled, anxiety was high and their faces were a mixture of expectation, fear, and uncertainty. Nobody could predict what would happen next. Something new was emerging in place of the old world, which was collapsing. Tatiana stood at the top of the stairs, surveying the throng below while placing her palm on the chilly metal railing. She breathed in short gasps that were audible in the cold air. Alexander stood still behind her, still getting used to the force coursing through him. His face bore the weight of his metamorphosis, a stern mask that was unable to completely conceal the inner agony. The limitations of this new body, this new life, suddenly restrained the wings that had appeared to fly freely. However, that was not the only