Novels by Luna

Deafening mechanical groans echoed across the subterranean sectors of Sky-High as colossal blast doors ground open. Jhonatan stood at the reinforced viewport of his flagship’s bridge, his silver eyes cold, hungry, and utterly focused. His pitch-black right arm rested on the console, leaking faint wisps of necrotic smoke that sizzled against the pristine titanium. He was no longer a street courier desperately dodging mutant hounds; he was the sovereign of an apocalyptic empire about to deliver absolute hell to his enemies.Sarah walked up to him, effortlessly slinging her anti-matter sniper rifle over her shoulder. She wiped a smudge of grease from her cheek and grinned, looking down at the massive staging ground below the dreadnought. "Boss, your new toys are completely terrifying," Sarah chuckled, shaking her head in sheer disbelief. "Arthur and Reymond hooked the cloning vats directly into the dark-matter generator. We just produced a thousand soldiers in less than two hours. It’s

Concrete shattered like fragile glass against his skull. Jhonatan didn't use the stairs or the VIP elevator. He became a human missile, channeling every ounce of his 5,000 Strength stat and gravitational manipulation to propel his body vertically. Floor after floor gave way under his furious ascent. Steel rebars snapped, electrical wires sparked, and dust choked his lungs. He was tearing a jagged, straight hole through the center of his own impenetrable fortress.Alarms blared wildly throughout the lower levels, but he tuned them out entirely. His heart hammered violently against his ribs, driven by a primal, terrifying panic. Screaming her name, Jhonatan burst through the final layer of marble flooring, erupting into the luxurious penthouse like a dark silver volcano. Chaos completely consumed his private sanctuary. Red emergency lights flashed wildly, casting long, demonic shadows across the room. His expensive white leather sofa was overturned and burning. The panoramic window

Massive dark-matter engines of the Alpha Armada screamed in reverse-thrust, rattling the reinforced windows of the Sky-High fortress as the fleet slowly descended from the toxic, ash-filled clouds. Jhonatan stood at the edge of the dreadnought's open cargo ramp, his heavy leather coat billowing violently in the artificial wind. Below him, the courtyard of his empire was fully illuminated by the golden-silver glow of the Aegis of the Sovereign barrier. The massive space was prepped and ready, but even the vast courtyard looked small compared to the sheer volume of humanity waiting inside the transport shuttles. Sarah bumped her shoulder casually against his human arm. She held her anti-matter rifle loosely, a tired but victorious smirk on her bruised face. "Eighty thousand new mouths to feed, Boss," Sarah pointed out, looking down at the logistical nightmare awaiting them. "Even with the Pandora's Box, duplicating that much food every single day is going to drain your points like cr

Heavy metallic groans echoed terrifyingly through the elevator shaft as the industrial lift plummeted deep into the subterranean bowels of Temasek Nexus. Jhonatan leaned against the back wall, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. His silver eyes remained cold, focused entirely on the digital floor numbers rapidly ticking downward. Next to him, Val was silently recalibrating her cloaking rig, while Sarah was busy checking the plasma cell of her anti-matter rifle with practiced, lethal precision."Smells like bleach, rotten fish, and burnt copper," Val muttered, scrunching her nose behind her tactical mask. "I've infiltrated a lot of black-site laboratories in my life, but this place has an atmosphere that makes my skin crawl. It feels completely devoid of anything resembling humanity.""Humanity died the exact day those arrogant politicians decided to plug living people into wall sockets to power their air conditioners," Jhonatan replied, his voice a low, rumbling growl that vib

Silence in the pristine command center was absolute and suffocating. Dozens of Ascendancy technicians and high-ranking military officers stared in sheer, paralyzing horror at the man standing in their ruined doorway. His heavy leather coat was drenched in toxic rain and mutant blood. His silver eyes glowed with a feral, terrifying light, and his right arm pulsed with a pitch-black, necrotic smoke that sizzled against the sterile air of the room. Jhonatan stepped fully into the room, dragging the tip of his *Kingslayer* nanite sword across the polished white floor. The screeching sound of metal carving into metal sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. "I asked a simple fucking question," Jhonatan said, his voice a low, demonic rumble that vibrated the glass monitors around them. "Who is in charge of this giant Wi-Fi router?"Nobody breathed. Fear had completely hijacked their nervous systems. A tall, heavily decorated officer with a silver cybernetic jaw finally stepped

Deafening alarms blared inside the cockpit of the Widowmaker, bathing the cramped command deck in a frantic, strobing red light. Jhonatan stared through the reinforced viewport, his silver eyes locking onto the five colossal, grey warships hovering amidst the toxic storm clouds. Heavily armored frigates formed a defensive wall, completely enveloped in shimmering, pitch-black energy barriers. Looking less like alien spacecraft and more like floating, dystopian military aircraft carriers, the ships bore the stark red emblem of a two-headed eagle across their hulls. "Attention, unregistered rogue vessel," a crisp, annoyingly bureaucratic voice crackled over the corvette’s open radio frequency. "I am Commander Krylov of the Neo-Eurasian Ascendancy. You are currently operating illegal, Architect-grade technology in our designated airspace. Surrender your vessel, shut down your engines, and submit to immediate government confiscation. Resistance will be met with absolute, overwhelming let