An Imperial Affliction Last Page Novels & Stories

It was the true diary of the late Solar Queen—Kaelen’s mother. I flipped the page, my eyes hyper-magnified as the ancient script rolled into my vision. The text wasn't a casual journal of court balls and gold-gilded banquets; it was a desperate, frantic record of a mother tracking her own family's descent into madness. The third generation must be pure, the script read, the ink faded to a blood-like brown. Richard has spent a decade forcing the scullery maid to swallow the silver-ash medicine to rot her shadow wolf, but his real cruelty is inside our own nursery. He has woven the Imperium Imperato—the royal submission spell—straight into Kaelen's channels.

"You keep implying there's more coming than just the test results." "There's always more coming," he said, something almost sad in the way he said it, like he was speaking from experience I couldn't begin to guess at. "That's the nature of families like ours. The war never actually ends. It just changes shape every few years, waiting for someone foolish enough to think it's finally over."

"You’re not here to protect the family interests, Dante. You’re here because you can’t stand the idea of me having a single moment you don't control. You’re so obsessed with your 'standards' that you’ve forgotten how to be a human being." "We are married on paper," he says coldly. "Don't mistake my presence for anything else." The words land like a slap, but I don't back down. I cross my arms, refusing to move another inch. "Then go back to the villa. Go back to your spreadsheets and your 'real' world. I’d rather be alone with the 'captive reptiles' than spend another second listening to your miserable bullshit." He stares at me, his jaw tightening as the silence stretches between us.

54 An: don't hate me on this chapter.. Hahaha this is needed for the story to progress and I am terribly sorry for a sudden turn of events, Anyhow.. This is the 3rd update. The Emperor's Phoenix is completed on my drafts after I wholeheartedly write this 3 days ago.. But there will be a lot of adjustments so who knows?  *** What Kana predicted come true, one morning at the court meeting, an official the Bureau of Internal Revenue voice out his concern.

I had tried nine methods of examination and all his organs were perfect, yet he lay weak on his bed, coughing every single time. The only sickness that was very hard to examine is the deadliest, it is called the Affliction and that was what Ethan was suffering from, it is almost incurable. "He had the Affliction," I said aloud, as I looked at Burke, who appeared very surprised. He was surprised that I could catch the illness in a short time and also at the fact that his father is suffering from the Affliction. "What? How the hell could he get the Affliction, Catherine, he hardly left the palace since became Alpha" Burke yelled, confusion written all over his face.

"I wasn’t even a decent man when I was alive. If I’m some chosen one now, it’s a joke. It’s all bullshit." The Guardian’s tone grew even sharper, a sneer threading through the voice. "The life you knew is gone, Zane. What you think you know about power, control, is nothing. You—" The Guardian paused, voice dripping with disdain, "—you are the worst of all your past incarnations. The one with no morals, no soul, the one who destroyed everything, including the one you loved. Your soulmate’s disappointment in you across all your incarnations has led to this. You have one last chance to make it right and save her."

“Why now? Why risk everything to surface after all this time?” The voice was quiet, deliberate. “Because the empire you stole isn’t as secure as you think.” Dominic’s heart beat a little faster, though he didn’t show it. “Empire or not, I’m still in control. You’re nothing but a ghost chasing a story long dead.” There was a pause, heavy with meaning. "I should have killed you when I had the chance" Dominic said through gritted teeth “You’ll see soon enough,” the voice said softly. “The past doesn’t stay buried forever.”

and they knew that the 179th chapter wasn't just about a war for land—it was a War for the Right to be Imperfect. "What now?" Leo asked, his voice returning to its youthful, resilient tone. I looked at the Marrow-Oak, its violet-gold sap pulsing with a renewed, jagged energy. We were messy. We were dangerous. We were "Too Much." "Now," I said, my violet-silver eyes glowing with a lethal, human fire. "We find the 'Server' that sent Caelum. And we Delete it." The Audit didn't end with a battle. It ended with a Rejection. But the New West is just getting started.

BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN (Jace’s Perspective) Fanaticism is a poor substitute for structural integrity. A man who believes he is destined to win will happily ignore the fact that the bridge beneath his feet is crumbling. The Imperial squad leader knelt in the toxic, frozen mud of the ash-wastes, his mind pinned to the earth by the sheer, crushing psychic weight of Elias’s Alpha command. But even as the blood dripped from his nose, the soldier looked up at me with a twisted, manic grin.

Tim managed it the way he managed everything, by not allowing it to interrupt the surface of things, but Daniel could see it underneath, in the tightness around his eyes and the way he had been checking his phone more frequently than usual. End of the week Tim had said. It was Thursday. Daniel looked at him for a moment and then looked at the bookshelf and said, “What are you reading?” Tim looked up. “Gibbon,” he said. Daniel looked at him. “You’re reading the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire for fun.” “For the third time,” Tim said. “It’s not for fun. It’s for the patterns.” Daniel stared at him. “The patterns.” “Every empire fails for the same reasons,” Tim said. “Overextension. Intern