
F.J. Wilder
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Novels by F.J. Wilder

The Prison Dragon: Unrivaled Medical God
Fast-Paced Plot
Action
Fake and Real Heir
Medical Genius
Hidden Identity
Ruthless
God of War
Face-Slapping
Incredible Son-in-Law
Five years ago, I was the "worthless" foster son who had taken the fall for a crime I never committed. I went to prison for my brother's future, thinking that my family would be there to care for my wife.
I was wrong.
While I rotted away in Blackgate Prison, my inheritance had been stolen: they had wiped off my existence and treated my wife as a slave. They thought I would die in there.
But the fate had different plans. In the darkest cell, I met with a mysterious master. I did not just survive; I was reborn. I learned the Nine Heavens Medical Art and activated the Sovereign Martial Body. I healed warlords and crippled assassins in a single touch.
Now the prison gates are open. I am no longer the submissive orphan. I am a Dragon King.
To my foster family celebrating my misery: Prepare your coffins. To all those billionaires trying to touch my wife: Prepare to lose your hands.
I will save lives with my left hand and destroy my enemies with my right hand. The King is out, and debts must be repaid in blood.
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Chapter: The Blood Transaction
The Spire Plaza. Noon.The huge hologram displays which normally showed weather forecasts and Council messages were now blood red.The Imposter clung on the balcony of the Spire, and his golden skin gleamed in the midday sunshine. He looked perfect. Divine.Thousands of citizens--humans, cyborgs, and mutants--cheered him below him, but massed in confused silence. General Kael stood behind the "King" looking grim, with his hand trembling on his bolter."...Citizens of the New World..." The voice of the Imposter was smooth and was increased so as to reach every corner of the city. "...We were too long contented with Chaos. On the Orders of Order we have set up this city. But Order requires... cleaning."The balcony floor opened. A gravity-lift rose.The Phantom was chained to a pillar.The assassin was a ruin. His shade figure was spasming out of control. He had lost his legs (his battle with Mars), and he floated on a cushion of hysterical shadow energy. He looked broken."...The Pale
Last Updated: 2026-02-11
Chapter: The Blood Transaction
The Spire Plaza. Noon.The massive holographic screens that usually displayed weather reports and Council announcements were now blood red.The Imposter stood on the balcony of the Spire, his golden skin shimmering under the midday sun. He looked perfect. Divine.Below him, thousands of citizens—humans, cyborgs, and mutants—gathered in confused silence. They saw General Kael standing behind the "King," looking grim, his hand resting nervously on his bolter."...Citizens of the New World..." The Imposter’s voice was smooth, amplified to reach every corner of the city. "...We have tolerated Chaos for too long. We rebuilt this city on the promise of Order. But Order requires... cleaning."The balcony floor opened. A gravity-lift rose.Chained to a pillar was The Phantom.The assassin was a ruin. His shadow-form was glitching violently, unable to stabilize. He was missing his legs (from the Mars battle), hovering on a cushion of erratic shadow energy. He looked broken."...This creature b
Last Updated: 2026-02-11
Chapter: The Discordant Note
Mars. The Progenitor Facility.The cavern was no longer dark. It was gold, searingly, blindingly gold.The Pale Rider was no longer restraining himself. The porcelain shell of his humanoid form snapped and broke off like eggshells. Under it, he was not flesh and blood. He was a contained supernova.Straight rays of pure entropy lashed. They smashed against the stone walls converting the rock to helium gas. They struck the slain Progenitor Beast smashing its diamond bones."...Back!" Ethan shouted, and put his hand over his eyes. "Get behind the Bell!"Jarek, whose armour of bio-steel was flaming cherry-red in the heat dragged the rest of the survivors of the Iron Legionnaire behind the huge tuning fork. The Heart of the Guardian was building a forcefield around the Bell of Silence which was barely containing the power of the Rider."...He's going critical!" Sofia screamed over the comms in the Ark. "...Energy spike! He will make the whole hemisphere evaporate!The Rider was suspended
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
Chapter: The Guest Who Doesn't Knock
The Moon. The Sea of Tranquility.The Pale Rider failed to take off his vessel. He merely no longer was on the Moon and began to exist elsewhere.The Phantom was alone in the grey lunar dust. There was the silence he had been so urgently seeking, and now it was deafening.He looked at the Earth. The blue marble was at ease so far. The jamming signal of Mars was guarding it, and the song of the Rider was converted into innocuous noise.The Phantom examined his hands. They had not been broken, and were spurting shadow-smoke. He felt... used."...He didn't silence the noise..." The Phantom talked to the emptiness. "...He just changed the channel."Where the Rider had been he looked. A single footprint remained.The Phantom knelt. The man put his hand on the footprint. He didn't have a spaceship. But he had the Shadow."...I want to see the end..."The Phantom melted away into the lunar soil and, as it were by riding on the remaining wake of the rider, he was carried away.Mars. The Proge
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
Chapter: The Silent Tomb
Mars. Valles Marineris. Progenitor Research Facility.The air in the tunnels was stale, recycled for fifty years by failing scrubbers.Commander Vance led the way. He didn't use a flashlight. He moved by touch and sound, striking his bone spear on the floor after every few steps.Ethan, Kael, and Jarek came behind, with their weapons down. The Iron Legionnaires were running at the back, but their feet were covered in improvised cloth wrappings Vance had insisted they use."...Quiet..." Vance hesitated at a huge blast door. "...It sleeps in the Atrium.""What sleeps?" Kael mumbled through the comms and you could hardly hear him."...The Silencer..." Vance replied. "...The Queen caused it to guard the weapon. It hates noise. It eats vibration."Vance pointed to the keypad. It was shattered."...We cannot open the door. The gears squeak. If we open it, it wakes up.""So how do we get in?" Ethan asked.Vance indicated a ventilator. It was small, tight, and dark."...We crawl."The Atrium.
Last Updated: 2026-02-08
Chapter: The Red Echo
Space. The Void between Earth and Mars.The Ark was a streak of white light against the endless black. It was pushing its sub-light engines to maximum efficiency, vibrating with the strain.The atmosphere on the bridge was stuffy.Ethan was sitting in the command chair and looking at the rear monitors. The globe was shrinking--bluish marble, some white blemish where Tokyo had been.The distance to Mars: 140 million kilometers... Lord Gear's voice announced. "...Current velocity ETA: 4 hours."Can't we warp?" Pacing the deck asked the general Kael. "We have a warp drive.""...Negative..." Sofia answered from the helm. "...Jumps over short distances within the inner system are disturbed by the gravity well of the Sun. By warping now we might find ourselves within Jupiter.So we are sitting ducks, Kael grunted.Suddenly, the ship shuddered.It wasn't an explosion. The hull seemed as though it had melted in the space of a moment."...Hull Integrity Fluctuation!" Gear shouted. "...Molecula
Last Updated: 2026-02-08