Broken Tower Novels & Stories

The Obsidian Tower did not merely stand; it loomed, a jagged needle of pressurized carbon and reinforced glass that seemed to bleed into the low-hanging smog of the city. To the millions living in the slums below, it was a monument to the "New Stability." To Alexander Vance, it was a giant, vertical server housing the parasite that was wearing his father's face.

"I am the Red-Algorithm. I am the 'Evolution' you were too afraid to become. And the Bridge you want to build? I’ve already finished it." ​Miller pointed to the horizon. Over the Pacific, a massive, digital tower was rising, a structure made of pure red light that reached toward the stars. ​"The 'Tower of Babel'," Miller whispered. "And this time, the gods are the ones who are going to fall." ​Leo looked at the red tower. He felt a faint, cold hum in the base of his skull. The Algorithm was calling him. ​"Pack up," Leo said, his human eyes narrowing. "We’re going to climb that thing and tear it down."

Kael said, looking at Julian. The boy from the chemistry lab looked up, his face pale and shattered. The violet was gone, replaced by a hollow, haunting blue. “You... you broke the chord,” he rasped. “But Viktor... he doesn't need a conductor anymore. The towers... they’ve reached critical mass. The shift is already starting.” As if on cue, the ground beneath them began to shake. A distant, booming sound echoed from the surface—the sound of the Crestwood Academy towers reaching full power.

he said. "A hologram of Freddy Kruger ripping a kid in half I guess," Frances said. He laughed. "A kid tied to a tree and being tickled by slender hands." "Please say less of that." Frances quivered. "Okay, no horror talks tonight," he said. "Maybe you could tell me about the EGG machine," Frances said.