Empire Of Storms Free Audiobook Novels & Stories

"The Council hasn’t exactly been receptive to what you’ve been warning them about." Emereah’s lips thinned into a hard line. "They’ll listen now. Or they’ll be damned." They went down the path to the Keep without hesitation. The clouds on the horizon drew closer and closer, their rolling blackness darkening the sky, shutting off the previously peaceful light. There was a weighty feeling in the air. The storm was not a sequence of weather, but an embodiment of something old, something that had patiently waited for this moment.

"Fuck your empire, Sato. Go to hell." Hose unleashed torrent—icy deluge flooding Rourke's hooded face, board tilting to force lungs full of liquid fire. Gurgles choked wet, body convulsing, chains rattle, veins bulging, desperate. Kenji counted precisely—twenty seconds—then cut the flow. Rourke heaved air, savage, coughing pink froth, but his eyes still spat hate.

The storm had been a distant grumble on the horizon, a dark promise Emily had ignored. Now, it roared with a primal fury, shaking the very foundations of her small, rented bungalow. The power died with a final, pathetic flicker of the overhead light, plunging her into a gray, shadowy world illuminated only by the violent, strobing flashes of lightning. Rain lashed the windows like thrown gravel. She’d been trying to read, but the book was now just a shape in her hands. A deep, rolling crack of thunder, so loud it felt physical, made her jump. And then, a new sound cut through the storm’s symphony: a frantic, pounding at her front door.

It had always been this way, even back in college. Whether it began as an obligation or something real, she had accepted everything. Suddenly, her phone rang. She frowned slightly. “Jake?” “Boss, trouble. The Black Dragon Gang plans to smash the Stellar Grand Hotel tonight.” Aurelia’s eyes narrowed. “Do they know whose territory that is?” “They said their boss can handle the consequences.” Aurelia fell silent. Then she stood. A faint coldness entered her gaze. “Prepare the car.” Since Alexander wouldn’t be home tonight, she might as well take a look. After all, some people were asking for trouble. She picked up her coat. Behind her, the candles continued to flicker.

My head throbs again with that deep pulse behind my eyes, but it’s distant compared to the sharper pain spreading through my chest now—cold and creeping, as if an icy lake has been poured inside me and is climbing up toward my throat. “Pave…” I try again, forcing the word out as if saying it might restore order. “The riots—the integration—my orders— I said I would wait until everything was resolved and then I–” My voice cracks, and it shocks me more than the weakness in my limbs. Because I do not crack. I shouldn’t. I am Empress– have trained myself out of it. To keep my voice steady even when my stomach is hollow and my hands are shaking beneath the table. Speak like a ruler even when I am

She just wanted to be back in his room, in his arms and that's it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Michael : " Well well well look who is here. The master of all the masters, Headquater Ethan." There they were, three deadly empires standing right in front of each other with extreme fire burning inside of them but most calmed expressions on face like they came just out of Mommy's womb with no worries in life. Weather turned dark, while black clouds started to cover the whole country seems to have sensed the lava that was slowly boiling and anytime it could have burst out in it's worst form.

*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.

she screamed and the more she screamed the more her tormentor laughed. “ enough princess I won't kill you, but I will give you a life you'd wish you were rather dead . You'd beg for death to be brought to you but it won't. “ his smile was eerie , a dangerous stab to her already weakened heart. “ I will make you a meal to the wolves of the emperor Fascar. “ the Empire of wolves was in the Land of Audreit, ruled by the cold Emperor Kaliel Fascar. The ruthless Emperor,the unfeeling emperor rumored to be as cold as ice.