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In the dazzling yet dangerous city of Novaris, secrets are currency and trust is a luxury few can afford.

When fearless journalist Mira Kael uncovers evidence of a sinister syndicate known as the Veil, she’s thrust into a deadly game of cat and mouse. Teaming up with Lira Voss, a haunted hacker seeking redemption, and Draven Holt, a former operative with nothing left to lose, Mira races to expose the Veil’s greatest weapon: the Shadow Protocol—a chilling technology capable of erasing identities and rewriting memories at will.

As the trio delves deeper, they must navigate a labyrinth of betrayal, shifting alliances, and personal sacrifice. With the city’s fate hanging in the balance, each must confront the ghosts of their past and the limits of their own morality.

The Shadow Protocol is a gripping, female-driven suspense thriller that explores the price of truth in a world built on lies. With high stakes, unforgettable characters, and twists that will keep you guessing until the final page, this is a story for anyone who believes that even in the darkest shadows, hope—and courage—can survive.

The Shadow Protocol

The Helix Spire was a fortress of glass and steel, its twisting architecture designed to confuse and intimidate. Mira, Draven, and Lira stood in the shadow of its entrance, nerves taut. Rain streaked the city's neon glow across the slick pavement as they slipped inside, using forged credentials Lira had hacked into the building's security system.

Inside, the lobby was eerily silent. Lira led the way, her eyes flicking between her tablet and the security feeds she'd hijacked. "We've got five minutes before the next patrol. Elevator's clear."

They hurried inside, the doors closing with a soft hiss. As the elevator ascended, Mira's heart pounded. She caught her reflection in the mirrored walls—determined, but afraid. Draven stood beside her, jaw clenched, ready for anything.

The doors opened onto a darkened corridor. Lira guided them past biometric locks and motion sensors, disabling alarms with swift taps on her tablet. But as they neared the central server room, the lights flickered—and a voice echoed through hidden speakers.

"Welcome, Mira Kael. Draven Holt. Lira Voss. You've come far, but you cannot win."

It was Director Veylan. His voice was calm, almost amused.

Screens along the corridor lit up, displaying surveillance footage—moments from each of their pasts. Mira saw her father's last broadcast before his disappearance. Draven watched helplessly as a recording showed his sister Elara being taken by masked Veil agents. Lira's screen replayed the hack that had erased her family's records, leaving her alone in the world.

The corridor became a psychological gauntlet. Mira felt anger and grief well up, but she pressed forward. Draven's fists tightened, but he kept moving. Lira's breath caught, but she forced herself to focus on the code.

At the end of the hall, a reinforced door blocked their path. Lira knelt, working furiously. "He's locking us out. I need another minute."

Footsteps echoed behind them—Veil operatives, closing in.

Draven drew his weapon. "I'll hold them off. Mira, help Lira."

Mira knelt beside Lira, steadying her shaking hands. "You can do this."

With a final keystroke, Lira bypassed the lock. The door slid open, revealing the server room: a cathedral of data, with the Shadow Protocol's core pulsing at its center.

Draven fired a warning shot, forcing the advancing agents to take cover. "Go! I'll catch up!"

Mira and Lira rushed inside, hearts racing. Behind them, the door slammed shut, sealing them in with the city's most dangerous secret—and the final phase of Director Veylan's plan.