Stark Tower Novels & Stories

It was a tomb of wealth. "Where do we start?" I asked, spinning in a circle. "We start with a base of operations," Stark said, pointing to a glass-walled office suspended above the warehouse floor. "The Foreman's office. It has heat. It has a radio." We climbed the metal stairs to the office. It was dusty, filled with rusty filing cabinets and a desk that looked like it belonged in the 1950s. But it had a space heater. And it had a shortwave radio set.

He knew that he was against everybody. After leaving the room, Everest came to see Taggart. He just called Damian. Once Taggart saw him, Everest only nodded as his task was done. Taggart and Damian would see each other in the Red Tower. The Red Tower is the second tallest tower in midtown Los Angeles. It belongs to the Silver Moon Pack, and Kellent has operated it since Bruce became an Alpha. The building has 72 floors and many famous business centers. Even Kellent has his office in the tower.

she says for the hundredth time. I don’t answer. Can’t answer. The safe house is a non-descript apartment on the seventh floor of a residential building. Inside, it’s all functionality—monitors, communication equipment, and three FBI techs already working. Agent Nova greets us at the door. “Ms. Hart, we have full surveillance of Sterling Tower. You’ll see everything.” That’s what I’m afraid of. She leads us to the main monitoring station. Six screens show different angles of Sterling Tower—the lobby, elevator banks, the 40th-floor conference room, external views.

"If Mr. Cooper was the one who had gotten your help, you must know something about the business world. "The Starks are filthy rich. Their businesses range from finance to entertainment, as well as property. Besides that, there's also Stark Medical. It's Capital City's leading medical equipment company. It's rumored to be worth billions. They also have a research center under their umbrella known as Bactria Technology that focuses on genetics…" Esther kept explaining. She seemed to know them very well. "Hadley's mother is the wife of a high-ranking government officer. Don't even think about doing anything to him!"

I get instant recognition everywhere I go! People learned the name Stark even before learning the name of their country's president. STARK CORP was one of the biggest companies in the world, top notch of the real estate industry. Yet Isabella showed nothing similar to respect on their first meeting, even though she clearly knew who he was. She was driving him crazy, and truth be told, part of him was intrigued. “Why aren’t you saying a thing? Is my sister still alive?” She grabbed his wrist, squeezing it with panic.

Bella POV The elevator doors opened on the forty-second floor of Sterling Tower, and I stepped into what would be Hart Worldwide's North American headquarters. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of Silverton's skyline, and directly across the street, like a dark monument to everything I'd survived, stood Black Tower. Caleb's kingdom, looming over mine. "Mommy, it's so high up!" Tom pressed his face against the glass, his grey eyes wide with wonder. "I can see everything!"

Pov Samantha ** Getting back to the U.S. required a logistical masterpiece orchestrated by Benjamin. We used the foundation's vast network to secure passage on a cargo freighter, traveling in disguise as specialized ecological consultants. We landed in a remote cargo bay in New Jersey and drove a pre-staged, unmarked vehicle directly into Manhattan. The Sterling Tower, once the symbol of our power and our downfall, stood cold and silent in the heart of the financial district, a towering tomb of glass. It had been technically unoccupied since the Kovacs scandal broke, a massive, shimmering ghost of corporate hubris.

The absolute confidence radiating off him was staggering. “CEO of what?” I asked, my voice steady despite the cold. Julian didn’t answer with words. He simply smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his mouth, and tilted his head upward. I followed his gaze. We were standing at the base of a monolithic, seventy-story skyscraper made of dark, reflective glass and steel. It was a fortress of modern architecture, slicing into the gray Manhattan sky like a blade. At the very top, glowing in stark, silver lettering through the rain, was a single word.

The white-hot portal of celestial light tore through space, depositing Dominic, Clara, and their newborn son directly onto the private helipad atop Vance Tower. The night air over the capital was thick with the acrid stench of burning jet fuel, ozone, and heavy military silver powder. Explosions rocked the lower levels of the eighty-story glass skyscraper, lighting up the overcast skyline in violently pulsing shades of orange and black. Sirens wailed throughout the metropolitan grid, but down on the streets, human authorities were helpless against the supernatural war unfolding inside the tower.

The rain that had battered the coast for three days finally broke as the caravan of blacked-out SUVs and heavy motorcycles crossed the Blackwood City limits. The morning sun cut through the departing storm clouds, painting the towering glass monolith of Vane Tower in a blinding, golden glare. To the average citizen on the streets below, the building looked exactly as it always had—a pristine monument to corporate greed and high-altitude power. But to the select few who knew the truth, the tower was a fortress that had just survived a civil war.