Novels by T. Maryann

A deafening detonation shattered the security feeds on Ethan’s wrist monitor, flashing a blinding cascade of red warning text across the screen: Primary Estate Vault Door Compromised. Exterior Defenses Offline.Trapped four hundred feet underground in the collapsing subterranean armory with a blocked exit chute, Ethan didn't waste a single heartbeat on panic. The parasitic in-laws had finally tracked the decoy security grid of his secondary estate, walking right into the exact kill-zone trap he had laid out for them before the freeze. But with the mountain bunker failing and tons of snow sealing the exit, every second wasted meant risking his primary stasis inventory.Beside him, Vera pushed herself up from the concrete rubble, wiping soot and blood from her cheek. Her sniper rifle was buried under a crushed steel shelving unit, leaving her vulnerable, but her eyes were locked onto Ethan with predatory intensity."The exit is gone, Vance," Vera spat, her voice echoing over the roar of

Tons of reinforced concrete and shattered structural steel rained down like an artificial meteor shower inside the subterranean armory, burying the vault floor in a dense cloud of choking dust and jagged debris.Ethan didn't flinch. The moment the ceiling cracked, his reflexes kicked into overdrive. With one powerful yank, he hauled Vera Sterling forward, using her momentum to throw her clear of the primary collapse zone just as a massive slab of concrete crashed directly into the exact spot where they had been standing a split second earlier.The air filled with the caustic smell of pulverized drywall, ionized electrical sparks, and the freezing sub-zero wind howling down through the newly opened ventilation shaft.Roar!A deafening, inhuman screech shook the subterranean walls. The colossal Alpha-level Sub-Zero Stalker that had breached the facility lunged down through the cratered ceiling, its massive, frost-caked claws tearing into the steel shelving units as if they were made of

The high-caliber sniper round chambered with a metallic finality that echoed sharply against the cold concrete walls of the subterranean armory."Drop the flamethrower, Ethan," the woman commanded, her voice smooth, icy, and entirely devoid of hesitation. She stepped forward from the shadows, lifting her tactical visor just enough to reveal a striking, razor-sharp face framed by midnight-black hair, her cold gray eyes locked directly onto his chest. "Or I turn your heart into red mist before you can blink."Ethan didn't drop the weapon. His expression remained a mask of frozen granite, though his mind raced at maximum velocity. In the previous timeline, this woman—Vera Sterling, the ruthless field commander of the Syndicate—had operated entirely in the shadows during the first year of the apocalypse, slowly building a monopoly on military munitions before seizing control of the entire eastern sector. She shouldn't have been anywhere near this regional armory on day one. Her presence h

Jagged, black teeth ripped through the thick Kevlar as a pale, horrifying creature lunged at the armored truck’s windshield, smearing dark blood across the reinforced glass.Ethan slammed hard on the brakes, the heavy transport vehicle skidding violently across the sheet-ice courtyard before coming to a dead stop just meters away from the blasted-open gates of the central armory.The air outside was thick with the copper stench of fresh blood and frozen viscera. Strewn across the blood-stained snow were dozens of elite military operatives from Sector Command Alpha, their tactical gear ripped to shreds, their bodies half-devoured by the horde of nightmarish mutations that had breached the subterranean compound. These weren't ordinary infected or slow-moving ghouls from traditional horror fiction; these were apex frost-predators, human mutations genetically warped by the flash-freezing atmospheric anomaly, possessing blinding speed, bone-crushing strength, and an insatiable hunger for w

The towering wall of swirling blue ice tore across the southern horizon, swallowing the city’s skyline like a tidal wave of death.Temperature gauges didn't just drop, they plummeted off the scale. In less than three seconds, the ambient air crashed from freezing sleet to minus fifty degrees. The heavy transport helicopter hovering above Warehouse B-12 shrieked as its rotor blades instantly crystallized, the engine choking on frozen fuel before the massive aircraft slammed violently into the asphalt, erupting into a roaring ball of orange fire."Get down!" the captain screamed, abandoning his tactical composure as flying shrapnel shredded the loading bay door.Ethan didn't flinch. The steel handcuffs binding his wrists felt like brittle twigs against his superhuman strength. With a sharp, effortless twitch of his forearms, the metal links snapped apart with a metallic pop, scattering fragments across the bare concrete floor.The two soldiers guarding him spun around in sheer terror, l

The tactical ropes hissed against the frozen asphalt as heavily armed soldiers slid down from the hovering military helicopters, their assault rifles locked and loaded with live rounds."Drop your weapons and step away from the loading bay!" an officer barked through a megaphone, his voice distorted by static as freezing sleet began spitting from the heavy purple clouds above. "Under Martial Law Decree 99-Delta, this facility and all contents are requisitioned by the Northern Defense Command. Any resistance will be met with immediate lethal force!"Panic exploded across the remaining crowd of merchants and thugs. Men scrambled over one another, slipping on the rapidly icing concrete as they fled into the alleyways, terrified by the cold reality of military execution.Ethan didn't run.Standing in the center of the open warehouse doorway, illuminated by the blinding sweep of the helicopter searchlights, his expression remained carved from solid granite. In his previous life, he had spe