Novels by Fantasy Freak

The east wall was forty meters away, and it might as well have been on the moon.Ethan ran flat out across the courtyard with the Core burning against his palm and the antidote crushed to his ribs, and the floodlights turned the whole vineyard into a stage where every shadow had been stripped away and every man in the Sable Court could see exactly where he was going. Engines roared at the gates. Boots hammered stone. Somewhere behind him, slow and unhurried and getting closer, a pair of polished shoes struck the cobbles in a rhythm that did not match the chaos at all.[Gorman defeated. EXP gained: 900.][LEVEL UP! HOST LEVEL: 3.][All Physical Abilities upgraded to Level 3.]Power surged through his legs like a second heartbeat. The ground felt lighter under his feet, the air thinner, and for a single wild instant Ethan understood that he was faster than he had been ten seconds ago. It wasn't enough. He knew it the moment he saw the culvert grate at the base of the wall, and the two m

The vault was larger than he expected.Steel shelves lined three walls, stacked with crates, and Ethan recognized the plain grey casing, the company's logo stamped on each lid in faded white. His own delivery. Every one of them.But all of that dissolved into background noise the moment he saw what stood at the center of the room.A pedestal of black stone, waist high, and resting on it, a cube of dark glass.It was smaller than he'd imagined. No bigger than a fist, perfectly clear and perfectly black at once, and deep inside it, slow veins of pale light turned and drifted like silt in a deep river. It pulsed, once, softly, in the exact rhythm of his own heartbeat.Beside it, in a padded steel case with a red clasp, sat the antidote.Ethan took the case first. His hands were shaking so badly he almost dropped it. Through the translucent seal he could see two

"...why bother coming down here yourself?"Thorne's smile deepened, slow and warm, the smile of a man who had been waiting a very long time to be asked exactly that question."Because I wanted to be standing here when it opened," he said.He tilted his head toward the steel door at the far end of the cellar."That vault was never built to keep people out, Mr. Brown. Locks like that are easy. Any competent thief with a few hours and the right tools could defeat one." His eyes came back to Ethan, bright and unblinking. "That vault was built to wait. It answers to one kind of signature, and in the eight years I have owned this estate, it has answered to none. Not mine. Not Gorman's. Not the signature of any Awakener I have ever hired, bribed, or broken."Lira drew a sharp breath beside Ethan. "The biometric check," she whispered. "It was never asking for permission.""No," said Thorne. "It was asking for a Sovereign."The word fell into the cellar like a stone into a well.Renata's face

Ethan closed his eyes for a brief moment, forcing himself to breathe.He could not afford to panic.His mother had trusted him. Even when he had been struggling to pay for her treatment, even when he had barely been able to keep his own life together, she had continued to believe he would find a way through whatever stood in front of him.He had promised himself he would bring her the antidote.He would not abandon that promise now."Can you bypass the biometric check?" he asked Renata, opening his eyes and looking directly at her. "You work for the Vigil. Surely your organization has people who know how to deal with security systems like this."Renata's expression changed slightly."We do," she admitted. "But I'm an operative, not a specialist in electronic security. If we had our technical team here, they might be able to help us. However, even they would need time to understand how this system is connected to the estate's security network.""How much time?""I don't know," she answ

Ethan stared at the biometric panel, searching for an answer that refused to appear.The steel door stood before him, silent and unyielding. Its smooth surface reflected the dim cellar lights, while the warning displayed on the panel seemed to grow more threatening with every passing second.Three failed attempts.One facility-wide lockdown.A silent alarm that would alert every Sable Court affiliate within ten kilometers.They had already fought their way through a cellar full of armed guards, and Ansel, the man Thorne had hired to stop them, lay unconscious among the shattered remains of a wine barrel. The last thing Ethan wanted was to trigger an alarm that would bring the entire Sable Court down on their heads.He rubbed his thumb against his injured forearm, feeling the faint line where Ansel's knife had cut him. The wound had almost completely healed, but his body was beginning to feel the strain of the fight. His muscles remained tense, his breathing had yet to return to normal

Ethan remained in place for a moment, breathing hard as he stared at the fallen man.His heart hammered against his ribs. He could feel the strain of the sudden movement in his legs, but there was no immediate pain or dizziness. Whatever Phantom Exchange had done, it had moved him across the cellar in a way that ordinary speed could never have achieved.Then the System notification caught his attention.Five energy points remained.Five.He had been close to exhausting the very resource that allowed him to use his abilities, and he had spent almost everythi