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Kingdom of Ash and Blood
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-10-30
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Kingdom of Ash and Blood Book one of the Sicilian Ruin Series She was the fire he thought he had extinguished. He was the ruin she barely escaped. Three years ago Amara Varela vanished without a trace --- betrayed, broken, and hunted by the man who once owned her heart. Now she's back in Sicily, not as the naive girl he left behind, but as a woman forged by survival and secrets. She has a score to settle and Luca Moretti is at the top of her list Luca, the heir to the brutal Moretti empire, never forgives himself for losing her. When he finally finds her alive, everything he buried erupts --- lust, rage, obsession. But the Kingdom he now rules is built on blood, and his bride-to-be is not the one who haunts his dreams. Torn between a crown he never wanted and a woman who could destroy it all, Luca must choose loyalty or desire, power or love. In a world of violent cartels, arranged alliances, and ruthless vendettas, Amara and Luca's reunion is anything but tender. It's a war. And their passion? It could burn Sicily to the ground. Dark. Obsessive. Addictive. This is not a love story. This is a Sicilian ruin.
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Kingdom of Ash and Blood 🖋️ Author’s Note — Enny
When I first started writing Kingdom of Ash and Blood, I never imagined how far this story would carry me. What began as a spark — a single image of a woman standing in the ruins of her past — became a journey that taught me more about strength, love, and survival than I ever thought a story could. Amara Varela was born out of silence and fury. She was every broken piece of the women the world underestimated, every scar turned into armor. Through her, I explored what it means to take back your power when the world has already written your ending. And Luca Moretti — cold, relentless, and devastatingly human — was her reflection. The storm to her fire. Together, they were never meant to be perfect. They were meant to be real. From the streets of Palermo to the crypts beneath Sicily, from betrayal to redemption, this series became more than just a dark romance — it became a story about what love looks like when it’s forged in ruin. About two people who refused to stay victims of their
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-10-30Kingdom of Ash and Blood EPILOGUE
Amara Sicily smelled of salt and wildflowers again. Not smoke. Not blood. For the first time in years, the air didn’t taste like war. The Moretti estate—once blackened by fire—now shimmered beneath the morning sun. New stone replaced the ruins, vines coiling around marble pillars, and the fountain that once ran red now poured clean water again. I stood at the edge of the garden my mother planted before she died. Lavender and rosemary swayed with the wind, fragile but alive—just like me. The crown rested on the stone bench beside me. Black metal, scorched and broken down the middle. I hadn’t worn it in months. Queenship had become a ghost I no longer needed to chase. There was peace in my quiet now. Not the peace of surrender, but of survival. I touched the scars on my wrist, faint reminders of chains long gone. Every mark was a memory. Every ache was proof. The world had called me the Queen of Death. But what they never understood was that I fought so life could mean somethin
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-10-30Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Two-Hundred and Forty
AMARA The world ended quietly. No trumpet, no screams — just wind moving through ruins that once echoed with blood and glory. The fire had devoured everything: the altars, the armies, the prayers. All that remained was silence… and us. I buried Damien’s crown beneath the blackened soil of Saint Helena, my fingers raw and trembling. It wasn’t gold anymore — just ash and bone fused together, cold as regret. “I thought I’d feel something,” I whispered. Luca stood behind me, a strip of cloth wrapped around his arm where the flames had kissed him. “You do,” he said softly. “You just don’t recognize it yet.” “What is it then?” “Freedom.” I let out a fragile laugh. “Freedom feels a lot like grief.” “Maybe they’re the same thing.” We rebuilt nothing. The world didn’t need another empire. It needed to remember what it was before crowns existed. So I gave it that — silence, space, the slow ache of healing. The villa was gone, the sea burned black at the edges. Yet somewhere in t
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-10-30Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Two-Hundred and Thirty-Nine
AMARA By dawn, the cult had multiplied. From the cliffs, I watched hundreds gather on the shoreline, torches burning even as rain fell. They chanted his name like scripture, eyes glowing with the fever of the faithful. Saint of Fire, burn away our sins. Saint of Fire, cleanse our flesh. It would’ve been almost beautiful, if it wasn’t so terrifying. Luca stood behind me, rifle slung over his shoulder, his expression cut from stone. The world below us was collapsing into worship, and somehow I was supposed to stop it — or become what they feared most. “The longer they kneel,” I murmured, “the faster his legend spreads.” “Then we cut off the tongue,” Luca said. “End it before it takes root.” “You can’t kill faith,” I whispered. “It resurrects itself.” He turned to me. “Then what are you saying?” I looked down at the sea of flames. “If we can’t kill their god…” My voice dropped, cold as steel. “…we replace him.” That was how it began — not with a coronation or prophecy, but
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-10-30Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Two-Hundred and Thirty-Eight
AMARA They said the Tiber ran black for three days after Damien burned. Some called it a sign of his ascension — others, his damnation. I called it what it was: blood and ash dissolving in a river that had seen too much of both. I stood on the bridge where I’d told Luca to scatter me. Only now,
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Two-Hundred and Thirty-Seven
AMARA Smoke clung to my lungs like a confession I couldn’t exhale. Rome was burning. Not with holy fire, but something older — something that smelled like revenge. From the balcony of the ruined monastery, I watched the Vatican spire crumble into itself. Bells tolled wildly, as if heaven itself
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Two-Hundred and Thirty-Six
AMARA The road to Rome began with silence. No guards, no parades, no Syndicate banners — just a black car cutting through the cracked Sicilian highway as dawn spilled gold across the hills. The world outside was changing. Fields once green had withered to gray. Churches burned in the distance. T
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Two-Hundred and Thirty-Five
AMARA The gates of Palermo had never looked so foreign. The banners of the Syndicate — black silk stitched with a gold crown — hung limp in the rain. And beneath them, for the first time in years, came a procession that dared to walk openly through my city wearing the white and crimson of Rome.
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