City Of Brass Novel Novels & Stories

He couldn’t know what it meant to be someone who’d been bought and sold and then asked to pretend you were okay. We crossed bridges and avenues where I’d never walked before. The city unrolled itself in a riot of neon and glass and small quivering lives. People were still arguing over taxis, lovers kissed in doorways, an old man clutched a bouquet and limped past a shuttered shop. It was obscene and beautiful.

Trains shrieked in the distance, spitting smoke as they passed. Yet it was strangely beautiful. The kind of beauty that made your stomach turn. Like a knife with a jeweled handle. Statues of wolves stood on every corner watching, waiting. Red banners hung overhead, marked with silver crests I didn’t recognize. Not in the way the human cities used to be, all glass and metal. The city breathed power. And we were about to be swallowed whole. The bus stopped. The engine wheezed and died. One by one, names were called again. Not to be counted. To be claimed.

CHAPTER 158 — EMBERS OF THE FALLEN The city’s skyline burnt with a quiet, smouldering fury. Streets that had once carried laughter and life now twisted into jagged paths of blackened concrete, scarred by Bishop’s fragment-fuelled rampage. But Riven stood at the centre, crown key in hand, heart pounding, eyes scanning the horizon. He could feel every pulse of Meridian, every breath, every heartbeat vibrating through his body. The city’s consciousness was alive, but it hung on the edge of fear.

The men didn’t take their eyes off the two of us even as they rejoiced, and I was sure that before I could even make it past the barricade, a bullet would have already gone through my head. I had no choice but to go along with them into the city, Seraphina perched perfectly on my back. No matter what I had expected, what Millbrook held inside its walls was worse. The stench was horrible. A suffocating mix of open sewage, rotting garbage, and death. The buildings were dilapidated and could collapse any second. A few of them were even inhabited. But it was the people that made my stomach turn.

I couldn’t afford to slow down, not when I knew what was coming after me. The Camp of the Curse was the place I’d had gone before to make a deal to take her life. It was the only place in all of Cambridge, the only creature that was willing to go to war against the SilverGold Pack. But now that she was after me, I was out of Cambridge. I panted heavily as I reached the City of Darkness. The city was as vacant as a cursed land. No sign of life. No sign of breath. “What is that?” I murmured, seeing a spike in the ground and a human skull hanging on top of it.

This led to their downfall even if they were exceptional warriors. I rode on Toast’s bareback into the first city we would visit on our new journey, the Whispering Herbarius. As we approached the once thriving and magical city, I saw how broken it was now. The city wall had large cracks, gaps and fallen stones littering the ground around it. You could see the stains of blood on the stone still and the black soil that surrounded it where the poison had been spread to help kill the plants and the people that lived in it. The large wood and metal gates were on the ground, busted to pieces.

New York, once a city of dazzling grandeur, was now slowly sinking into darkness. A full week of chaos. Every corner of the city was filled with fear—residents no longer dared to step outside, businesses continued to shut down, and Nuovo Ordine expanded its grip without resistance. For those who chose to stay, survival had become a struggle. Throughout the streets, the Silver Rose emblem—the symbol of Nuovo Ordine—began appearing on storefronts, abandoned buildings, even wrecked cars. It wasn’t just a symbol. It was a mark of ownership. Cassandra stood by the window in her office at the police station, staring at the empty streets. In mere days, New York had turned into a ghost town. Where b

Chapter One — The Girl Who Burned Bridges The city never slept, not even when the moon was high and full, casting silvery light over the glittering glass towers of Crescent City. Neon signs buzzed. Taxi horns echoed. Humans hurried down sidewalks with coffee in one hand and stress in the other. Somewhere, music thumped from a club basement. And inside a tiny, too-warm coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vape lounge, Riley Hart was pretending not to exist.

Near the central bronze fountains, children bundled in thick scarves chased each other, their laughter echoing clearly through the plaza. Noah stopped near the edge of a frozen terrace, watching an elderly couple guide their grandchild toward the library doors. For years, Noah had viewed the city through the cold lens of a corporate architect. To him, the streets had been a chessboard; the buildings were assets to leverage, and the crowds were variables to manage or protect from the collateral damage of his family’s sins. "Look at them," Noah whispered, his breath pluming in the winter air. Vance stepped up beside him, his shoulder brushing Noah’s, shielding him slightly from the wind. "They

A city ruled by the Pierces. ****tbc****