Novels by Sally Diandra

Chaos erupted inside the Command Nexus. The moment the alarms began blaring, all communication with the outside world was completely severed. Caleb Foster, who was inside the palace server room, shouted through an emergency channel he had deliberately built using an ancient Earth frequency to avoid detection by the Aetherian network."Boss! Someone just cut root access from the High Council!" Caleb shouted, panic thick in his voice beneath the furious clacking of a mechanical keyboard. "They inserted a Vanguard override! They're hacking the palace systems!"Matthew pressed his communicator. "Caleb, isolate our network. Do not let Earth data leak. Nikolai, diamond formation!""Already in position, Boss!" Nikolai Sergeevich, the former intelligence operative who now served as Archon's head of security, immediately stepped in front of Seraphina and Matthew, his fusion rifle aimed at the main entrance of the command dock.General Vaelor instantly rose to his

Aetheria’s orbital dock was anything but silent. The deep hum of high-level energy filled every inch of the colossal space station.From the observation platform, Matthew gazed into the void of space, separated only by a transparent energy shield. Beyond it, rows of golden metallic giants floated with an arrogance that defied the laws of the universe.Matthew stood tall in a pitch-black suit specially tailored for him by Princess Seraphina’s royal designers, a striking contrast amid the thousands of Aetherian soldiers clad in silver and gold armor. Seraphina stood beside him, radiating an aura of nobility that made every soldier lower their head in awe and respect.Standing before them was General Vaelor, a massive Aetherian man with a scar stretching across his face, a relic of battles long past.“Your Highness, Crown Princess,” General Vaelor said, his voice heavy and resonant. He bowed briefly before turning a condescending gaze

The glow of Aetherium crystals illuminated the master bedroom of the Grand Palace in a pale blue hue. The chamber was as vast as half of Matthew’s penthouse in New York City.Yet there was no warmth here. No thick carpets, no fireplace, and most importantly, no Viviane and Dominic.Matthew Thomas stood near the giant curved glass window, staring out across the landscape of Aetheria. Towers of pure energy pierced through the purple clouds overhead.Inside his mind, visions of bustling New York City, rain soaking the asphalt of Manhattan, and the tiny laughter of Dominic, only two months old when Matthew had left, continued to replay endlessly. His fists clenched tightly. He had to return to Earth, no matter the cost.The five-meter-tall double doors behind him hissed open. Crown Princess Seraphina stepped inside. Her ceremonial gown woven from strands of light had been replaced by a military uniform crafted from white-and-gold nano-fiber fabric.Her perfectly symmetrical face, a signat

The Central Plaza of Aetheria’s capital was an architectural miracle of light beyond human comprehension.Millions of Aetherian citizens gathered across the vast expanse that stretched endlessly toward the purple horizon, while billions of other eyes watched the sacred ceremony through the collective neural computation network.At the center of the plaza stood a magnificent altar shaped from a pillar of pure energy, rising through the dense clouds above and radiating a resonance that made the hair on the back of one’s neck stand on end.Upon that altar stood Matthew. His human body was clad in Aetherian Ceremonial Armor, a masterpiece of dark silver battle plating that felt as light as silk. Yet it radiated an aura of absolute and lethal authority.Beside him stood Crown Princess Seraphina, her entire being emanating the untouchable elegance of a queen born to rule the stars.The High Priest of Aetheria, an ancient entity with a half-tr

The atmosphere inside Archon Global’s Command Center, located two hundred meters beneath the asphalt streets of New York City, was frantic with activity. Everyone looked panicked with their respective duties, yet everything remained under control.The massive domed chamber was illuminated by rotating blood-red emergency lights. Hundreds of personnel, ranging from data analysts and shadow military tacticians to scientists, rushed back and forth between rows of consoles, making sure their work continued without interruption.On the main wall, a gigantic screen displayed a map of the solar system alongside a digital countdown timer that continued ticking downward, currently reading 68:45:12.The number felt like the pulse of something dying. The smell of cold sweat, spilled coffee, and ozone from overheated servers filled the suffocating air of the room.Viviane herself stood motionless on the glass balcony above, staring down at the organized chaos be

A blizzard howled violently outside, slamming against the bulletproof glass atop Lane Corp Tower. New York City lay buried beneath a frozen white blanket, as though the universe itself were delivering an early warning of the apocalypse to come.Inside the main conference room, the temperature was maintained at peak comfort levels, costing thousands of dollars per hour. Yet the atmosphere around the circular table felt far colder than the storm outside.Viviane Lane sat upright in the CEO’s chair. Her face was a flawless porcelain mask, firm, elegant, and deadly. Beneath her light makeup, however, dark circles painted the exhaustion she could no longer fully conceal.Ever since her husband, Matthew Thomas, vanished into orbit aboard an alien vessel one month ago, Viviane had carried a burden capable of shattering an ordinary person’s sanity.She had to manage two global giants, Archon Global and Lane Corp, while raising Dominic alone. The suffo