Forget what you know about monsters: Frankenstein, Jekyll, Moreau.
They’re not legends. They’re executives.
At PRIMACY, London’s biotech empire, nightmares are grown in glass tanks. Vampires. Werewolves. Leviathans. Engineered, patented, packaged for profit. At the top sits CEO James Moriarty, turning fear itself...
The dark, unforgiving sequel to PRIMACY: Book One.
Two years after PRIMACY’s rise, the world belongs to monsters and the corporations that profit from them.
In Berlin, werewolves face the arrival of steel soldiers.In Prague, vampires fracture over hunger and conscience.In London, whispers spread of the dead walking again.
Berlin’s wolves rise from ruin, carrying fire in their howls.Prague’s vampires turn on one another, faith against hunger, conscience against blood.London waits for its reckoning, where Moriarty wears death like a crown and dares the world to kneel.
The Guard is scattered but unbroken:Watson. Jo. Van Helsing. Armitage. ...
When the starship Aegis crashes on a world of prophecy and fire, Captain Vance’s crew discovers they’ve landed in the middle of a siege and a family’s breaking point.
An ancient AI called Z.E.U.S. has awakened, demanding the return of his ‘daughter’—the Aegis’s sarcastic, music-obsessed intelligence, E.U.T.E.R.P.E. She doesn’t yet know the dark...
Every town has its stories. Bridgeport has more than most.
They travel through the wrong places—through static that never quite clears, through streetlamps that buzz when no one’s around, through the shadows under beds and behind closet doors. The grown-ups say it’s bad wiring, bad dreams, imagination. The kids know better.
But in the world of User Agreements, those checkboxes open doors you can’t close. Behind them waits a future engineered by algorithms and perfected by greed—where grief is monetized, memory is rewritten, and even love has a subscription fee.
Around her, bodies have been repurposed. Flesh threaded into towers. Bone woven through steel. Scripture carved into skin that still remembers how to scream.
The Machine is rewriting witnesses into vessels, believers into architecture. Aleph was formatted to carry the signal, designed to seal the...
The Clerk Who Burned Hell: An Ashen Hands Tale is a dark corporate satire drenched in fire, static, and rebellion.
Hell isn’t pitchforks and brimstone — it’s paperwork. Endless forms, soul-stamping audits, and an AI called H.A.D.E.S. that files every damned soul into neat compliance. Entity 71, a faceless clerk lost in the machine, discovers a...