An Imperial Affliction Last Page Novels & Stories

Alastair had felt pity for any prisoner who had to endure his awful screeches and so he ordered such. The Emperor had then quickly retired to bed, with Agathus encouraging him like a mother hen and Alexis staring at him in guilt. She wasn’t over what Adam had said. It was completely true. She was useless. Unworthy. She could heal, and did herself but it did nothing to help Alastair who had mana exhaustion. She had originally detested Emilia’s arrival but now she wished it were sooner. When she arrived in her room to see an unexpected guest she wasn’t amused, especially when he was in her bathtub enjoying her small luxuries extensively. He didn’t cover himself with the curtain and just smile

"It was at such a time that I began to feel the... urge. On the way, I took a potion that was supposed to at least keep the sensation at bay until I got home. Unfortunately, the relief granted by the blend was fleeting. The sensation soon came back, and it was many times more intense. I found it difficult to walk, and talking was with great difficulty. And with the way things were going, I feared my life would be in danger if I didn't do something. I suspect it must be connected to that shape-shifting fellow. I was a fool to have believed that he'd let us go unharmed. Believe me, Wilhelmina, when I succumbed to doing what you caught me doing... I tried to finish quickly. But things didn't pa

I looked down at the parchment still on my desk, the petition, the signatures, the proof of my power. They were all powerful pieces, but why didn't they feel strong enough? Why wasn't I feeling a surge of power just by staring at them? Without thinking, I reached for it, tracing the lines of ink with a thumb, then fed it into the candle flame. The parchment curled and blackened, turning names to ash. “Every empire rots from the inside first,” I murmured. “And I'm going to make sure of that.” For a long moment, I stayed there, the scent of burning parchment mixing with smoke and wax, until I heard the door open again behind me.

None of them knew the real battles I go through to maintain my stance. I switched the channel, needing a better distraction. "British Royal Alliance Strengthens with American Billionaire's Visit," another headline read. I turned the TV off. I got sick and tired of being constantly reminded of the things I had to face daily. Was this it? How has my life played out now? All I had were Half-eaten bacon, a cold coffee, and tormenting flashes of Alex that wouldn’t let me shut my eyes. I sighed, stood up, and headed back up, a shower is what I need now more than anything else.

"Their forge is ash. The mountain belongs to its people. If you are an imperial remnant coming to claim old debts, you will find only iron at this border." The undead envoy let out a dry, rattling sound from his throat—a sound that might have been laughter four hundred years ago. "Imperial remnants?" he echoed, his socketless eyes flaring with a sudden, violent burst of violet flame. "The Council were children playing with matches in a powder keg! They were upstarts who found our old containment engines and thought themselves gods because they learned how to drain blood for power. They didn't build the inverted spire to rule. They built it to keep the deep asleep!"

Angeline insisted, saying, “It’s true that the last thing I want right now is to return to Imperial Capital and deal with those complicated people and things. But Imperial Capital’s medical facilities are the best in the country. Besides, Heavenly Stairway Town is the closest to Imperial Capital, so we cannot delay Dawn’s state of illness.” Mrs. Yorks took Angeline’s hand over and patted it. She lovingly persuaded her, “Angeline, listen to Aunt Crystal, okay? It’s easy to ask for priceless treasures but hard to wish for wonderful lovers. You shouldn’t give up on a good person like Master Ares for someone like Chloe Yorks. Moreover, you’re not even afraid of death, so why should you be afraid

Sinangga naman ito ni Armina na nasa gilid lang at umangat ang tingin kay Athelia. "Shh. Mapapagalitan tayo ng librarian. Wala na tayong mapupuntahan 'tsaka mahal tumambay roon sa Etheria." Tukoy niya sa malapit na cafe sa College Department ng CHSC. Wala namang sobrang matalino sa aming apat. Athelia was not dumb but she's not diligent in studying. Kaming tatlo naman hindi rin ganoon katalino na tanda pa ang mga leksyon sa mga nagdaang araw at hindi na kailangang i-review pa. We have to review the past lessons to recall. Maswerte lang dahil masisipag kaming tatlo sa ganitong gawain. Ena might be a sucker for fiction stories but she knows her responsibilities and would do it if necessary. Mi

His words were final. The Crown Prince bit his lower lip in annoyance and frustration as he eyed the endless rows of women in the vast hall. They all look the same, he thought, how will I be able to choose. I don’t even want a woman in my life. Why isn’t it enough to just go to war and expand this Empire’s territory as I’ve always done? It’s not like I even want to be the next Emperor…

By evening, the recovery suite had become unavoidable, and Moren intercepted her outside the western physician corridor with careful professionalism. “The emperor’s fever has stabilized fully.” “Good.” “The lower wound closure continues healing.” “As expected.” Moren hesitated. Halrem narrowed her eyes. “Continue before I diagnose cowardice.” “The emperor refused evening treatment from anyone except you.” A brief silence followed because, of course, he had, and Halrem closed the physician ledger in her hands with dangerous calm. “His recovery appears to have damaged higher reasoning permanently.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” The physician retreated immediately afterward with the survival instincts o

“And if we don’t like what we see?” “We adjust. We always do.” I looked toward the distant palace one last time. The first treatment had begun. Tomorrow morning… We’d know whether we’d gained ground… or whether we’d just declared war.