Novels by Rachel Holt

The observation deck at the top of the crystalline spire had become Jack's favorite place to think. From here, he could see the entire city spread out below—rebuilt stronger and more beautiful than it had ever been, filled with people living lives that would have been impossible without the protection his network provided.But tonight, as the dual moons cast silver light across the transformed skyline, Jack wasn't admiring their achievements. He was remembering where it all began."Hard to believe it started with Charles Oliver's execution," he said aloud, knowing his friends would hear him through their permanent mental link even though they were scattered across different dimensions on various missions."You mean it started with a weak boy nobody wanted," Lucy's voice replied warmly through their connection, her protective instincts wrapping around the memory with fierce affection.Jack smiled, pressing his hand against the medallion that had become part of his chest. The golden sur

The war room deep within the crystalline spire had become the nerve center for the most ambitious defensive project in dimensional history. Holographic displays showed the status of their entire universal cluster—thousands of realities connected by the portal network, each one now monitored by their expanded consciousness.Jack stood at the center of it all, no longer the weak boy who had once struggled to survive in a world that saw him as worthless. The medallion had become so integrated with his being that its golden surface was visible beneath his skin, pulsing with the rhythm of dimensional currents across countless worlds. But unlike the corrupt artifacts that had consumed previous wielders, his medallion was sustained by the bonds that connected him to his friends."Protocol Seven is now fully operational across all monitored dimensions," Sierra reported, her tactical awareness coordinating defensive measures on a scale that would have been incomprehensible months ago. "Early w

Six months after the dimensional crisis, their city bore little resemblance to the place that had nearly been destroyed by Vale's invasion. The rebuilding hadn't simply restored what was lost—it had created something entirely new.Where the old council headquarters had stood, a crystalline spire now reached toward the sky, its faceted surface designed to detect dimensional anomalies from hundreds of miles away. The building served as headquarters for the Dimensional Monitoring Initiative, the organization Jack and his friends had established to prevent future crises."Seventeen minor rifts detected across the northern sectors this week," Sierra reported during their morning briefing, her tactical awareness processing data streams that would have overwhelmed any individual mind. "All within normal parameters, but the frequency is increasing."Jack nodded, his consciousness simultaneously monitoring the reports while maintaining awareness of dimensional currents across their entire real

As the final seconds of his transformation ticked away, Jack felt his consciousness crystallize around a revelation that changed everything. The medallions' power didn't have to choose between perfect guardianship and human connection—it could create something entirely new."What if the burden doesn't have to be mine alone?" he said through their shared mental link, his voice carrying wonder despite his fading physical form. "What if we've been thinking about this wrong from the beginning?"Through their psychic connection, his friends felt his idea taking shape—not one guardian managing impossible responsibilities, but a network of consciousness that could handle the dimensional network's complexity while remaining anchored to humanity."You mean permanent integration?" Sierra breathed, her enhanced understanding immediately grasping the implications. "All of us linked directly to the dimensional network?""The ancient guardians failed because they became isolated from the people the

Jack's consciousness spread like spilled mercury across the dimensional network, his awareness touching worlds he'd never imagined. He could feel the pulse of life on countless planets, sense the delicate balance that held reality together, perceive threats to dimensional stability that existed light-years away.It was overwhelming and magnificent and terrifying all at once.Through his expanded perception, he could see their own world as just one node in an infinite web—small, fragile, but pulsing with the fierce determination of beings who refused to surrender to despair. He could feel Mrs. Sophie organizing relief efforts in the ruined city, Lord Rasmus's surviving soldiers helping with rescue operations despite their old conflicts, even the corrupted treasure hunters slowly recovering their humanity as the dimensional toxins were purged from their systems.But he could also feel himself slipping away from all of it. His connection to individual human concerns was fading as cosmic

The moment Jack's hand closed around Vale's dark medallion, reality screamed.Two opposing forces—one meant to protect, one designed to consume—collided within his consciousness with the fury of colliding stars. Jack felt his sense of self being torn apart and rebuilt simultaneously, his awareness expanding beyond the boundaries of single-dimensional existence.Vale's eyes widened in shock as his dark artifact began resonating with Jack's medallion, the two pieces fighting for dominance within the same host. "What are you doing, you fool? You'll destroy us both!""Maybe," Jack gasped, feeling the competing energies threaten to tear his mind apart. "But at least I'll take you with me."The dark medallion's hunger crashed against Jack's consciousness like a tidal wave of pure malevolence. It whispered promises of power beyond imagination, showed him visions of ruling infinite realities, offered him the ability to reshape existence according to his will. The corruption was overwhelming,

The invasion had been raging for six hours when reports reached Anna about a catastrophic situation developing in the western evacuation corridor. Two hundred civilians—mostly women, children, and elderly—were trapped between advancing Argo forces and a collapsed bridge that had been their planned escape route."They are sitting targets," Leo reported grimly. "Argo has infantry moving to surround their position. Without immediate relief, those civilians will be captured or killed within the hour."Jacob was engaged on the eastern front, fighting desperately to prevent Argo breakthrough at the main defensive line. Carl's forces were pinned down in the northern district. Roseline was coordinating guerrilla operations that kept her teams scattered across the city. No one was available to mount a rescue operation.Except Anna."I am going," she announced, already gathering her equipment."You do not have forces for a rescue mission," Leo protested. "Maybe eight fighters total available in

The vision from the combined artifacts showed Jacob exactly where Verons's command tank would be positioned during the invasion—leading the central assault column that would push through Seron's main defensive line. But seeing the location and actually reaching it through an active battlefield were completely different challenges."You cannot seriously be planning to assault a command tank in the middle of an invasion," Carl said when Jacob outlined his intentions. "That is suicide even by your standards.""The fourth artifact is inside that tank," Jacob replied, still reeling from the mystical visions the three combined artifacts had shown him. "We need all five to activate the full protective ward. Without it, Seron eventually falls no matter how well we fight."The invasion had begun at dawn exactly as the captured soldier predicted. Argo forces crossed the border in three massive columns supported by armor, artillery, and air superiority that resistance forces could not match. Fig

The vision of artifact four's location faded, leaving Jacob standing in the ruined mansion with his team staring at him in concern. Anna steadied him as the mystical backlash from combining three artifacts subsided, his body adjusting to the surge of power that had momentarily overwhelmed his senses."Verons has the fourth artifact in his command tank," Jacob repeated, making sure he had heard his own words correctly. "It is leading the invasion convoy right now.""That makes tactical sense," Carl said, already thinking through implications. "Keep the artifact close where he can protect it personally rather than leaving it in some vault that could be raided."They rushed back to the command center, arriving just as reports flooded in about Argo's main force crossing the border. Dozens of armored vehicles supported by infantry battalions were pushing into Seron through three primary routes. At the center of the northern column, heavily protected by escort vehicles, rolled a massive com

The vision from combining three artifacts faded, leaving Jacob with perfect knowledge of where Verons kept the fourth piece. It was embedded in the armor plating of the command tank Verons used as his mobile headquarters—hidden in plain sight where no one would think to look."We need to go," Anna said urgently, pulling Jacob toward the vehicles. "The invasion is starting."They could hear explosions in the distance even before they reached the command center. Argo artillery was bombarding Seron's border defenses, softening positions before infantry and armor advanced. The systematic destruction spoke to professional military planning that would overwhelm the improvised resistance.Jacob reached the command center to find controlled chaos as reports flooded in from all defensive positions. Argo was attacking with far more force than intelligence had predicted—not the measured assault of a cautious invader but the overwhelming strike of someone confident in total victory."Eastern defe

The vision faded, leaving Jacob breathless and disoriented. Anna steadied him while Roseline surveyed the damage the power surge had caused—cracks spider-webbing through the mansion's walls, windows blown out, and scorch marks where mystical energy had touched physical surfaces."We need to leave before this building collapses," Roseline said urgently. "Whatever just happened attracted attention we cannot afford."They evacuated the mansion as structural damage worsened. Behind them, parts of the building were already crumbling from the strain the artifacts' activation had placed on it. Jacob clutched all three artifacts—the amulet, sword, and bracelet—feeling them pulse with synchronized energy that grew stronger the longer they remained together."What did you see?" Anna asked once they were safely in the vehicle racing back toward the command center."Everything," Jacob replied, still processing the flood of information. "Centuries of Krigg family history. The artifacts are not jus

Dawn broke over Seron with the kind of beautiful sunrise that seemed to mock the violence about to unfold. Jacob stood at the command center watching the sky lighten, knowing that within minutes Argo's invasion force would begin its assault.But intelligence intercepted overnight suggested an unexpected opportunity. Bishop's mansion—the estate where he had lived before retreating to his underground facility—appeared to have been abandoned in the chaos. Leo's surveillance showed no security presence, no guards, nothing suggesting the location held any strategic value."Could be a trap," Carl warned when Jacob proposed a quick raid before the invasion began."Probably is a trap," Jacob agreed. "But if there is even a small chance Bishop left something valuable behind, we need to check. Leo, you said the third artifact was supposed to be in his mountain vault?""According to Marcus's testimony, yes. But we never confirmed that location actually exists. The underground facility was Bishop

James drove like a man possessed.The military vehicle weaved through traffic, sirens blaring, lights flashing. Other cars pulled aside quickly when they saw the military insignia.Ethan sat in the passenger seat, his phone pressed to his ear."Mrs. Kim, is the ambulance still there?" he asked."Yes! They are loading her now. She keeps asking for you. She is so scared, Mr. Cross.""Tell her I am coming. Tell her I will be there in five minutes."He ended the call.James glanced at him. "We will make it."Ethan said nothing. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched into fists.They arrived at City General Hospital in four minutes.The ambulance was parked at the emergency entrance, paramedics rushing Lily inside on a stretcher.Ethan was out of the vehicle before it fully stopped.He ran to the stretcher. "Lily!"Her eyes were closed. Her face was pale, covered in sweat. Her breathing was shallow and rapid."Sir, are you family?" one of the paramedics asked."I am her brother.""She has a

Harrison Cole stepped down from the podium and walked directly toward Ethan, his arms outstretched. The entire ballroom watched in stunned silence. Harrison reached Ethan and clasped his hand firmly, shaking it with genuine warmth. "Mr. Cross," Harrison said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you came tonight." He turned to address the crowd, still holding Ethan's hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, many of you know me. You know I am not a man who exaggerates. So when I tell you that this young man saved my life, I mean it literally." The whispers grew louder. Harrison continued. "weeks ago, I collapsed at my herbal medicine store. My heart had stopped. And this man performed a medical technique I had never seen before. He brought me back. He healed an injury I carried for twenty years." The crowd stared at Ethan with new eyes now. Shock. Confusion. Curiosity. "Please," Harrison said, gesturing toward the stage. "Join me." Ethan wa

The crowd murmured with approval. "Good," one man said. "People like this ruin events for everyone else." "I hope they arrest him," a woman added. "Teach him a lesson." Ethan looked down at the hand gripping his arm. Then back up at the supervisor. "Let go," Ethan said. His voice was still calm. But there was something in it now. Something cold. The supervisor tightened his grip. "Or what? You are going to do something? Go ahead. Assault a security officer in front of all these witnesses. That will just add to your charges." A voice cut through the crowd like a blade. "Remove your hand. Now." Everyone turned. James Cole stood at the entrance of the hotel. He wore a dark civilian suit, perfectly tailored, but there was no mistaking the authority in his posture. The command in his voice. The supervisor blinked, confused. "Sir, this does not concern—" "I said remove your hand," James repeated. His voice was ice. "Now." The supervisor looked at James more carefull

"Ethan Cross," Ethan said. The security guard pulled out a tablet from inside his jacket and scrolled through the list of names. His finger moved down the screen slowly. Then it stopped. "Ethan Cross," the guard repeated, looking at the screen. He looked up at Ethan. Then down at the tablet. Then back at Ethan again. His eyes moved from Ethan's plain white shirt to his simple black pants to his worn shoes. The guard's expression changed. His polite professionalism disappeared, replaced by suspicion and contempt. "Sir," the guard said, his tone no longer respectful. "This is a private event. For invited guests only." "My name is on the list," Ethan said calmly. "Anyone can say a name," the guard said. "Do you have identification?" Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out his ID card. He held it out. The guard did not take it. He barely even glanced at it. "That could be fake," the guard said dismissively. "It is not fake," Ethan said. "Check the name. It matches." "I

The news cameras filmed for another thirty seconds before James's soldiers firmly moved the reporters back behind the perimeter line. A reporter shouted one last question. "Sir, can we at least get your name?" Ethan turned and walked back into the factory without answering. The cameras kept rolling, capturing his silhouette disappearing into the shadows. Inside, James followed him. "I apologize for that," James said quietly. "I should have anticipated they would swarm you." Ethan shook his head. "It is done." James studied him for a moment. Then his expression shifted, becoming more businesslike. "The banquet is in two hours," James said. "Will you still come?" Ethan hesitated. "I need to check on my sister first." "Of course." James nodded. "But after that—please. My father is looking forward to seeing you again." Across the factory, Claire finished with the medics. She stood slowly, testing her legs, then walked over to where Ethan and James stood. "You are leaving?" Clai

The medics worked quickly. They cut the ropes binding Claire's wrists and examined the cut on her throat. It was shallow, barely more than a nick, but they cleaned it carefully and applied a bandage. "You should go to the hospital," one of the medics said. "Get a full examination. You might have internal injuries—" "I am fine," Claire said firmly. "Miss Sterling—" "I said I am fine." The medic sighed but did not argue further. Across the factory, police had arrived. City police, not military. They moved through the scene, photographing evidence, bagging weapons, taking statements. Victor Kane was being led out in handcuffs, flanked by four soldiers. He walked with his head down, his massive frame slumped in defeat. No protests. No resistance. Just silence. Richard was different. He was screaming. "This is a mistake! I am a victim here! That man—" he pointed at Ethan with his zip-tied hands "—he is the one you should arrest! He attacked us!" Two police officers dragged him t