Novels by Joel Sac

The barrel of the sniper rifle points straight at my chest through the glass of the train door.Outside in the yellow fog of the District 3 station, Sloan stands with her dark hair tied back in a tight braid. A cold smile stays on her lips, and her fingers rest lightly on the trigger of her heavy gun. She does not look like a lost friend or a random stranger. She looks like a hunter who has finally cornered her prey.Beside me, Elena stiffens. The cool confidence she always wears drops away for a single second, replaced by a flash of real anger."Sloan," Elena says, her voice low and sharp. "You always were a parasite who lived off other people's work.""I prefer to call myself a survivor," Sloan calls back, her voice echoing clearly through the station. She steps closer to the train window, keeping the gun steady. "While you spent three years playing double agent for the Council and using this boy as a tool to blow up the core, I built a real faction down here in the outer rings. And

Thirty spinning blades roll down the dark tunnel toward us. Their red lenses glow in the dim light, and their sharp edges click against the concrete floor. Behind us, the heavy steel security gate blocks our only way back.We are trapped in a narrow space with nowhere to run."Get behind me!" I say, holding my right hand out in front of my chest.The barcode on my wrist burns with a sharp, stinging heat. White energy sparks across my knuckles, twisting the air around my fingers. I do not wait for the drones to reach us. I swing my arm forward and unleash a massive wave of pure energy straight down the tunnel.The blast hits the front row of drones with a loud crash. The machines shatter into pieces of flying steel and broken wires. But the explosion does not stop the rest of them. More drones leap over the wreckage, their circular blades spinning even faster."Your energy will not hold off thirty units at once!" Elena warns, stepping up right beside me instead of hiding. Her face is c

The ceiling caves in right behind us. Heavy chunks of concrete slam into the floor, turning the vault into a cloud of thick grey dust and flying debris.I do not look back. I grip Elena's hand tight and launch us both through the broken glass window.The wind howls past our ears as we plunge into the massive vertical shaft beneath the core room. Below us, the dark abyss drops down into the deep underbelly of Neo-Eden, a sheer drop with no visible bottom.My hand shoots out blindly as we fall, my fingers grazing against a thick, vertical maintenance cable running down the center of the shaft.I wrap my arm around the cable, catching us with a harsh jolt that rattles my shoulder joints. The friction burns through my jacket, and my palm blisters instantly, but I hold on. Elena slams hard against my side, wrapping her arms around my waist to keep from slipping off into the dark void below."Hold on!" I shout over the roaring wind."I am holding on!" Elena calls back, her voice tight with

Thousands of glowing white eyes stare down the long metal corridor. The sound of heavy boots marching in sync fills the air, echoing off the bare steel walls like thunder.I stand at the front of the broken doorway with my fists glowing. Beside me, Elena raises her silver rifle, her face set in a cold, hard line. She does not look back, and she does not show any fear."They are not going to stop," Elena says, keeping her voice steady. "The Council has thousands of enforcers stationed in this sector. If we stay here in the open, they will turn us to dust in ten seconds."Then let them try," I say, stepping forward.I swing my right arm in a wide arc. The white energy on my hand blasts outward like a tidal wave of wind and light. The front line of enforcers flies backward, crashing into the soldiers behind them in a tangled pile of metal and armor."Move!" Elena shouts, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me to the left.We dart down a narrow maintenance hallway as energy blasts scorch the

The green liquid fills my nose and burns my throat. I open my mouth to shout, but bubbles pop against the glass tube. My lungs scream for air as the cold fluid rises past my chin, covering my eyes.Above my head, the neural cables drop down. Their sharp metal tips touch my bare skin. A cold electric shock shoots through my brain, freezing every thought in my head.The Director stands outside the glass, watching me with a cold smile. Beside him, Elena keeps her arms crossed over her chest. She does not look away, and she does not blink. She just watches me drown in the green fluid.This is how it ends, a voice in my mind says. You lose.My eyes grow heavy. The white lights of the room turn blurry behind the green water. The memories of District 4, the tavern, the fake sister, the fight in the lab, they all start to fade away like smoke in the wind.Then, something snaps inside my head.It is not magic. It is pure rage. Elena betrayed me. The Council lied to me. They think they can eras

The cold stings my face before I even open my eyes. My head throbs with a sharp, pounding pain, like someone is hammering a nail directly into my skull.I try to move my hands, but they are pinned tight behind my back. Thick metal cuffs bite into my wrists."Wake up, Project Seven," a voice says.I blink hard, forcing my eyes open against the glare of bright overhead lights. The white walls of the new room spin for a second before they focus. I am sitting in a heavy metal chair bolted to the floor of a sleek, windowless office. The desk in front of me is made of dark glass, reflecting the harsh lighting.The man in the expensive gray suit sits behind the desk. His silver mask covers the upper half of his face, hiding his eyes, but his mouth forms a cold, thin line. It is the same man who pressed the data drive against my neck in the tunnel.I pull against the cuffs, but they do not budge. "Where am I?" I demand, my throat feeling dry and raspy. "Where is Elena?"The man leans back in