Empire Of Storm Book Novels & Stories

“What if all this bond has given me is a gilded leash?” For a heartbeat, silence. Then Lucien’s hand lifted, almost reaching for her, before curling into a fist at his side. His voice was ragged when it came. “Then we break it. Or we burn the empire before we let them take you.” ⸻ And for the first time, Zaria realized: The storm had indeed changed its shape. No longer shadows. No longer contracts. But silk. And silk burned slowly—deadly when it caught flame.

The grand Empress sighed a heavy breath and closed off the book. It had been a complete day since she was engrossed into the book and had finished only one life. The book was entitled as “7 days and 7 lives” which meant that there were still 6 pending for her to come across. She was already baffled and emotionally unstable at the moment witnessing all the Chaos that Trinity had been through all her life which had been engraved on the muffled pages of that heavenly book.

I sit back, the glass still in my hand, the night stretching on endlessly. I think of my father’s ring on my finger. Of Luca’s warning. Of the blood already spilled. And of her—beautiful, unreadable, dangerous in ways I’m only beginning to understand. The storm outside breaks. Rain hits the windows in steady rhythm, drowning out the world. I look out into the dark and whisper to myself, “This is where it begins.” The war for the empire. The war for trust. The war for truth. And I’m done running

Zeke winced. “First it was the minotaurs.” Posy stated. “Then Nerius.” Hunter pointed out. “Those two mermaids.” Indrick finished. “I’m sorry Empress, but you are a damsel in distress.” “Oh no.” Oz whispered. “A damsel?” I yelled. “I...I am not a damsel in distress! I am an Empress! A powerful woman!” “You are, Empress.” Hunter agreed. “However...you do seem to be taken a lot. I mean I was knocked out and you were snatched.”

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

*Amelia* I cursed my luck as I watched streams of rain pour down the window of Adrian's luxurious penthouse. It was a typical dreary Saturday morning, and with no job to escape to, I saw no way out of spending a full day trapped inside this lavish, yet suffocating, space.

"Mother... he didn't marry her." Her mother looked at the screen and then back at Zara. "Then the battle for the empire has truly begun, my daughter. If he is free, then Falcon Enterprises is the next move." Zara stood up, the tears from the roadside bench completely dry. She wasn't just a girl in a flat anymore. She was the Queen, and her King had just burned his world down to find his way back to hers.

Just as Tsarayu picked up the book, he could see that it was a little different from the previous book. Its material was different from the previous one and did not feel as good, although it was still more superior than anything else he had seen back home. One more thing that was different about this book compared to the previous book was that there was actually a name written in the book. 'HEAVENLY DEMON WINGS' were the words written on this book in large letters.

We were fighting it the way we loved each other. With violence. With precision. With inevitability. With a bond reckless enough to reshape kingdoms. And God help anyone who stood in the path of a story like that. Because empires crumble. But storms with names? Those live forever.

She shakes her head, "it's just that this isn't how I imagined it from the books. It's a lot slower." She tells him. "Oh well, I guess our journey ends here. I don't have that kind of patience for naive girls." I said dismissively. She broke out into sobs and ran off. I look at form leaving. "Well that goes my chance of getting laid tonight." I say to myself disappointed. "Her kisses were terrible though." I say trying to comfort myself. "Well well well,