LOGINA shadow gnawed at Nero’s heart as he walked towards the backdoor entrance of the grand aureum hotel to slip inside, apparently invite was exclusive and the bouncers would'nt let him in seeing how shabby he was dresses and with no invite. He didn't want to cause trouble just yet. The golden glow of the unguarded backdoor entrance clashed with the storm of rage within him. One question burned brighter than his thirst for vengeance: *Why hadn’t Lila saved Natasha?* She’d been his sanctuary, the one who’d seen him at his lowest, bloodied and framed for murder. Yet she’d left his twin sister to languish in slavery, a betrayal that cut deeper than any of the Magnus family’s blades. Answers would come, but first, he’d face the heart of the empire that had destroyed his family. Inside the banquet hall, opulence reigned supreme. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen galaxies, casting prismatic light across tables draped in silk and adorned with gold-rimmed plates. The air buzzed with the cha
At the same time but In a forsaken corner of a wretched neighborhood city, Natasha, Nero's twin sister, now a broken shell of a woman, endured a punishment that clawed at the edges of human endurance. One leg hoisted high, tethered to a rusted hook in the ceiling, her trembling fingers scraped the filth-streaked floor. Her body quaked violently, muscles screaming, tendons stretched to the brink of snapping. Sweat and tears mingled with the icy torrents of rain that lashed her through the open window, each drop a needle against her raw, shivering flesh. She was a marionette in a cruel theater, and the strings were fraying. To falter was to invite a fate worse than this agony—a fate she knew too well.Seven years ago, at the tender age of eleven, Natasha’s world had been ripped apart. Sold to a slave merchant whose eyes gleamed with greed, she was torn from her twin brother, Nero, as their mother’s tortured screams and death echoed in her ears. The merchant had caged her like an animal
Nero’s boots pounded against the carpet as he stormed out of the hallway, the echo of the neighbor’s words still searing his mind like a brand.Lila, marrying *Cassian Magnus*. The heir of the Magnus empire, same empire he was once the heir off. The name alone was venom on his tongue, conjuring the memory of that night—Cassian’s laugh as they tortured and then burnt his mother alive, the same evil laugh he laughed as they tore his sister away to God knows where. Even Lila’s trembling form, Cassian’s smug leer, the crack of the lantern against the man’s head.Nero’s blood roared in his ears, a tempest of rage and betrayal, as he shoved his phone from his pocket, fingers steady as he swiped to the trending news.There it was, splashed across the screen in garish headlines: *Magnus Empire Heir Cassian to Wed Lila Sinclair*. The photo showed them arm in arm—Cassian, all polished charm in a tailored suit, his smile a knife’s edge; Lila, radiant but hollow-eyed, her smile a mask that didn’t
No ordinary prison awaited Nero. He was exiled to an isolated island called a Purgatory, a savage forest known only to the government and no where on the map, not even under satellite surveillance, it was in a middle of a very vast ocean, where high-level criminals—martial artists, archers, swordsmen, scientists and powerful warriors—were sentenced to and abandoned to die. It was an inescapable hell on earth. Ferocious beasts, biting cold, and relentless disease claimed most within days, their bones littering the undergrowth. But Nero endured. An old master named Draco, his own legend faded by time, saved Nero from some ferocious beast, he saw the fire in Nero’s eyes as he fought the beasts—a blaze of rage and purpose— he was impressed so he took him under his wing. For five grueling years, Draco forged Nero’s body into a weapon and his mind into a blade, teaching him to harness the island’s horrors. Each scar on Nero’s flesh became a testament to his will, each sleepless nigh
The Return Of The Shattered Son; Now The Legendary King Of WarBlurb-In the cesspool of New Delta City, Nero Magnus was framed, erased, and meant to be forgotten forever.The official lie: he burned his own mother alive, sold his little sister Natasha into slavery, and tried to murder his eldest stepbrother.The ugly truth: Baron Magnus, the city’s most powerful tycoon, had a secret second wife who had already given him eleven “legitimate” sons. When his first wife Eleanor finally bore him Nero and Natasha after twenty barren years, the second family decided the newcomers were a threat. They drugged teenage Nero with a ruthless aphrodisiac, forcing his body to rape his father’s virgin teenage bride in front of witnesses—then used faked DNA tests to “prove” Nero’s bloodline was false. Eleanor, Nero, and Natasha were stripped of name and home.Days later, the second wife’s faction struck the final blow: Eleanor was burned alive, Natasha sold to slavers. Nero, escaping the flames, r
Few hours later, Olivia's eyelids fluttered open, her mind foggy from the effects of the sedative she had been injected with. She was met with the opulent décor of a luxurious bedroom, the plush carpet and velvet drapes, a stark contrast to the cold, harsh reality she'd faced just hours before.As she struggled to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over her. She grasped the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of her captors. But she was alone.Her gaze fell upon a television screen mounted on the wall, the news anchor's voice droning in the background. Olivia's heart skipped a beat as she saw her own face plastered on the screen, accompanied by the haunting headline: "Heiress Olivia Found Dead in Tunnel Ambush By An Unknown One Man Squad Assasin"A chill ran down her spine as memories of the events leading up to her capture came flooding back. The masked assassin, the Doppler ganger, the feeling of being dragged away from the
Inside room 007 of the medical ward....Diana was reading Eddy's pulsating pulses and heartbeat, and presently she heaved a sigh upon noticing how severe Eddy's condition was. Her heartbeat was relatively slow also.Diana couldn't believe she will actually be treating this despicable woman lying on th
Derrick calmly followed her, he considered Anamika his savior from seven years ago. If not, he would have fallen into Four star general Manu's trap and he would have been forced to relinquish his position as the five star general.For the seven years now, he has kept Anamika by his side and satisfied
Derrick crouched down patiently and knelt on one knee and asked gently, "You sure of what you're saying? What did you see?" "I saw nothing. Nonetheless, even the stupidest person can deduce with one hundred percent accuracy how she was killed...only a grandwar master is capable of that." The little
Even when Diana was staring at the table and trying to avoid his serious gaze, he still didn't take his eyes away from her. Derrick was undoubtedly stubborn. Diana was so hot and pressed while speculating on why he would be staring at her all day long."Is there something on my face?", She thought,"G







