FAZER LOGINJohn’s POV — The Call That Started a WarI didn’t look back.I couldn’t.⸻Austin’s body lay slumped in the corner of the room, lifeless, unmoving—a reminder of what I’d just done.What I’d become.⸻My jaw tightened as I pushed through the door, stepping into the cold hallway. The air felt different out here.Lighter.Like the world didn’t yet know what had just happened inside that room.⸻My fist clenched.Then—My phone rang.⸻The sound cut through everything.Sharp.Persistent.Unavoidable.⸻I pulled it out, staring at the screen for half a second before answering.“…Hello.”⸻Silence.Then—A voice.Rough. Controlled. Powerful.⸻“Mr. John.”⸻I froze.I knew that voice.⸻“You know who this is,” he continued.⸻My eyes darkened.“…Thomas Banks.”⸻“The President of the United States,” he said, almost amused. “Glad to see you still recognize authority.”⸻I let out a quiet breath.“Authority?” I muttered. “Is that what you call it?”⸻His tone hardened instantly.“I don’t know
John’s POV — The Breaking PointKilling Austin was never part of the plan.It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.Not like this.⸻The gun felt heavier than it should have in my hand, like it carried more than just metal—like it carried judgment. Consequence. Finality.I stared down at it, my fingers trembling around the grip, my reflection faintly visible along the dark barrel.Distorted.Broken.Just like everything else.⸻“It started with me…” I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself.The wind carried nothing back.No answer.No forgiveness.⸻Anger rose again—sharp, suffocating, alive.It clawed its way up from deep inside my chest, wrapping around my throat, tightening, demanding release.“It should end with me too.”My finger twitched toward the trigger.One pull.That’s all it would take.Silence.Peace.An end to the chaos I created.⸻But then—“Good choice.”⸻Sam’s voice cut through everything.Clear. Calm. Unshaken.It echoed inside my mind like it always had—
Sam’s power only grew from that day—the day Gray died.It didn’t happen all at once. Power like that never does. It seeps in, settles deep, roots itself in bone and nerve until it becomes something else entirely—something alive.And I felt it.Not just in him.In everything.⸻I remember the silence first.Not the kind you hear when a room goes quiet, but the kind that presses against your skull. The kind that makes your thoughts louder than they should be. Every breath I took echoed like a mistake.Gray was gone.Just like that.No dramatic last words. No heroic stand. Just gone.And somehow, that made it worse.⸻“John…”Sam’s voice wasn’t coming from the speakers anymore.It was in my head.Clear.Close.Too close.“You need to stand up.”I didn’t respond.I couldn’t.My hands were still shaking, curled into fists against the cold concrete. I hadn’t realized how hard I’d been gripping until my knuckles split open. Blood smeared across the floor in thin streaks, dragged by my own mo
John Edison – POVEverything happened so fast I don’t think I have a chance to fix or change. What happened next when I heard a explosion behind meFire blazed behind me. While Smoke developed the room. The wall started to Collapse.The world around me was coming down—but I wasn’t leaving. Not this time I will not allow death to come easy to this manAfter the death of Michelle, he must suffer. Sam’s voice filled the room master John “Structural integrity at 32%,” Sam warned. “Immediate evacuation is advised.” I ignored him.Because I saw it with my own eyes, what was happening. A shadow moving through the smoke.Limping.Bleeding.Trying to escape.“Ashton,” I said quietly.There you are.⸻I moved.Fast to catch up with him I wanted his life. I couldn’t let him die easily.Cutting through debris, stepping over bodies, pushing through flames that licked at the steel walls like they were alive.“John,” Sam pressed. “You will not survive a full collapse.”“I don’t need to survive,” I
John Edison – POV There it was. Movement. Finally. Not shadows. Not empty buildings. Not ghosts. Real. Alive. Waiting. I slowed my steps as I moved deeper into the structure—an abandoned industrial complex, steel beams cutting across the ceiling like a skeleton of something long dead. “Sam,” I murmured. “Thermal signatures confirmed,” he replied instantly. “Multiple hostiles. He is here.” My pulse didn’t spike. Didn’t race. It steadied. Cold. Focused. “Good.” Because I was done chasing. The air shifted. A faint metallic echo bounced through the room. Then— A voice. “You always were persistent, John.” I stopped. Didn’t turn. Didn’t react. “Show yourself,” I said calmly. A slow clap echoed from the upper level. I looked up. And there he was. Standing on the catwalk above me. Relaxed. Smiling. Untouched. Ashton Gray. “You came alone,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “That’s either very brave…” A pause. “…or very stupid.” I raised my weapon slig
Queen Bella – POV (After the Declaration)The silence didn’t last long.It never does after you change the world.Within minutes of my announcement, the room erupted—not outwardly, not chaotically—but in that restrained, dangerous way powerful people react when they realize the rules have just been rewritten without their permission.Whispers.Phones lighting up.Eyes darting between me and each other.They weren’t just shocked.They were calculating.Good.Let them.Because every second they spent trying to understand what I had just done… was a second John had to stay alive.I stepped back from the podium slowly, my posture still perfect, my expression calm—but inside?Inside, everything was moving too fast.You just declared him a prince.Not just protection.Not just alliance.I bound him to the Crown.To me.To everything that comes with it.War.Power.Targets.Responsibility.My hands tightened slightly at my sides.“Your Highness,” one of my advisors rushed forward, lowering h
Sam’s tone changed—sharper, urgent. “Master John, alert. That call was being tapped. Initiating trace.”“Do it,” I said immediately. “Fast.” A two-second pause felt like a lifetime. We have a problem, Master John,” Sam reported. “The Federal Bureau of Investigation was actively tapping Jeff Fis
The base came alive as we stepped farther inside. Rows of screens flickered on, bathing the chamber in cold blue light. Names scrolled endlessly—politicians, generals, financiers, intelligence officers—each paired with a title, a jurisdiction, and a threat level. This wasn’t just information. It wa
In that split second, everything became clear.I knew exactly what I had to do.I slipped beneath the bed, flattening myself against the carpet as quietly as possible. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might give me away. The footsteps drew closer—slow, confident—just on the other side of the m
As we untied Michelle’s mother, my hands shook more than I expected. I peeled the duct tape from her mouth slowly, careful not to hurt her. She sucked in a deep breath, coughing once before finally speaking.“John,” she said softly, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “Why did you come?”I froze.“Thi







