Stark Tower Novels & Stories

"Wow! Are we really staying here tonight, Mom?" Rayden exclaimed in awe at the sight before him. He had just stepped out of the taxi with his mother and his superhero uncle. They were standing in front of a towering skyscraper, glowing with beautiful lights. This tall building was the most elite five-star hotel in New York City. It was Rayden's first time stepping into such a grand building, filled with high-class interiors and decorations. The floor beneath him was so shiny that he feared his worn-out shoes might dirty it.

"It's going to be okay, she's strong, Sandro. She will get through this." Eve said quietly, wishing so much to believe in her own words. Alessandro stopped walking and turned to her, his eyes sad and full of worries. "Yeah, I hope so." He sounded so broken. Eve followed him into the VVIP section which was built like royal quarters, the emblem of the Stark Corporation painted in gold which glimmered in an intimidatingly manner. As soon as they entered the second hallway, they were met with almost all the members of the Stark family looking pensive.

Her wolf didn't like being cooped up, and she missed her mate too, like she hadn’t been with him some hours ago or even for the last few weeks. She could mind link him. Or... she could just go surprise him. "Driver," Zara called out, her voice echoing in the hall. "Prepare the car. We're going to Smith Tower now." she said to the driver. The Smith Tower was a fortress of glass and steel in the center of the city. It was the heart of Alexander's business empire. When Zara walked into the lobby, the atmosphere quickly shifted. The receptionist, probably a new hire who didn't recognize the Luna immediately, looked up sharply.

Thorne Tower had once been a beacon of the digital age a needle of glass and titanium that pierced the New York clouds. Now, it was a hollowed out monolith, its "Smart-Skin" flickering with the static of a dying grid. Without the Master Plate to regulate the city’s power, the tower’s artificial intelligence had devolved into a series of fractured, territorial sub routines.