Dominic_luke

Fragments of the Infinite 

Nova Quinn was born into nothing—just another street orphan in a city that devours the weak. Surviving by wit and theft, he never questioned the past. Until the past came for him.

A dangerous heist gone wrong leads him to an impossible truth: his parents' deaths were no accident. Their fate is tangled in forces beyond understanding—a mystery that defies time, science, and reality itself.

Hunted by a ruthless gang leader and watched by a shadowy organization, Nova’s only allies are a reckless childhood friend with secrets of his own and a drunken traveler who knows too much. As he uncovers clues buried in forgotten myths and advanced technology, the lines between past, present, and future begin to blur.

Because in a world where the rules of reality can be rewritten... who controls the truth?

 Genres: Sci-Fi | Fantasy | Action | Mystery | Adventure
 If you love: Time-travel twists, betrayals, deep lore, and a slow-burn mystery, this is for you.

Start reading now. The Infinite awaits.


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Fragments Of The Infinite

Jason ran a hand over his bruised ribs, breathing through the pain. The dim glow of the streetlights flickered as he made his way through Lowgrave's back alleys. Reagan thought he had Jason cornered. He was wrong.

If Jason wanted out, he had to move now. But to disappear, he needed money, protection, and a way to vanish without a trace.

There was only one person in Lowgrave who could help with that.

The name alone made Jason's pulse quicken. Arlo wasn't just a fixer—he was the kind of man who could make people disappear, for a price. He worked in the shadows, dealing in debts and secrets, always playing five steps ahead.

Jason hated that he had to go to him.

The bar was nearly empty, save for a few drunks slumped over their drinks. Jason walked past them, heading straight for the private booth in the back.

Arlo sat there, sipping a drink, eyes sharp despite his lazy posture. His dark suit was spotless, his hair slicked back with precision. Everything about him screamed control.

He didn't look up when Jason slid into the booth. "You look like hell."

Jason forced a smirk. "Feels worse."

Arlo finally met his gaze. "And yet, you're still breathing. That means you either have a death wish…" He took a sip of his drink. "…or you need something."

Jason exhaled. No point in dancing around it.

Arlo raised an eyebrow. "Out of what?"

For the first time, Arlo's smirk faltered. He set his drink down and studied Jason, his fingers drumming against the table. "That's a tall order."

Arlo tilted his head. "With what?"

Jason hesitated. He didn't have much. But he had one thing Reagan wanted—information.

Leaning in, he whispered, "Reagan's planning something big. Something even you don't know about."

Arlo's expression didn't change, but Jason saw the flicker of interest in his eyes.

Now Jason just had to survive long enough to play his hand.

A Dangerous Gamble