Devin "ghost" Sola Novels & Stories

"These are two of my associates." Asher studied the men on either side of Michael. The one sitting directly to his right was a very large bald man with crystal clear eyes that held a sense of foreboding. His arms and what Asher could see of his chest from his half undone shirt sported some intricate tattoo. Michael introduced him as Gustavo.

The reply I got shocked me to my core. I am celebrating Devil’s Night in Detroit with your mate Damien. Come join us! Happy birthday sis! -S Author's note: follow me on Instagram for updates on all current books and info on upcoming books. Instagram: dahliaknoxwrites

The Creator smiled a sad, painfully tender smile. "Your name was Sol." The entire universe froze. The ancient name echoed through every layer of reality, every timeline, and every alternate dimension. It did not strike the global network with terror; it struck them with a profound, aching sense of grief. The Devourer staggered backward, its conceptual mass buckling under the weight of the word. *Sol...* The syllables felt incredibly unfamiliar, distant, and cold. Yet, somehow, they were undeniably precious—like catching the faint, unexpected melody of a forgotten childhood song across a crowded room.

She studied me with a curiosity that was completely open and entirely without warmth. "Oh," she said, drawing the word out slightly. "So you're the wife." "And you are?" I asked. She smiled the way people smile when they've heard something they find mildly entertaining. "Seraphina Hale." She walked into the room without being invited, moving toward the window like she was simply taking a look at something that belonged to her. "Cassian and I have known each other for years. We're very close." "That's nice," I said.

"You are going to walk into the Reserve, access the central terminal, and execute the kill-switch she hid in the analog code. We are going to wipe the Entity’s capital down to zero. We bankrupt the god." Meanwhile, three miles below the city, in an abandoned subway access tunnel retrofitted with stolen military hardware, the ghost was already working. Devon sat cross-legged on a concrete slab, his bespoke suit ruined, his fingers flying across a ruggedized, off-grid terminal. The faint smell of damp earth and ozone filled the cramped bunker. Jessica stood near the steel reinforced doorway, her rifle slung casually over her shoulder. She watched the cascading lines of code illuminating Devon'

A message flashes on the SUV’s dashboard: "Subject B: Deviation Detected. Protocol: Total Liquidation." Author’s Note: Lorenzo is no longer the pawn! He’s using the ghosts of his past lives to fight back. But "Total Liquidation" sounds like Silas is done playing games. Drop a "🔥" if you think Lorenzo is the real MVP of this chapter!