Empyrean Series Art Novels & Stories

Numb the pain. I wanted something now, not to numb the pain though, but to wipe what I'd seen from my head. How could I lock away what he'd shown me? There wasn't a trinket box big enough to hold that horror. Behold the Seraphim , he'd said. Born of fire . The Great Winged Serpents. Caretakers of the Throne. Destroyers of the First. Changeless. Eternal . The Highest of the Most High . They are your gods. They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation.

The sky thundered with each clash, crimson lightning splitting across the clouds. Valen grabbed her by the throat and hurled her into the air. She twisted mid-fall, summoning wings of burning energy that unfurled behind her — made of light and shadow fused with blood. The Blood Empress had risen. She landed softly, barefoot now, her body glowing from within. “You talk about power, Valen. But power without heart is nothing.” Valen’s grin returned, but there was unease behind it. “Do you think love can kill a god?”

Lyra screamed, taking a desperate step forward. "Stay back, Lyra!" Caelum shouted, extending his arm to block her, his eyes locked on the floating entity. The Void Emperor slowly lowered his head. Two points of crimson, burning light opened where his eyes should have been. "Ah," the Emperor’s voice echoed, shaking the vault’s foundation and sending hairline cracks spider-webbing across the stone ceiling. "The bloodline of the Sun, and the last broken whelp of the Lycan throne. How poetic that you delivered yourselves to my altar."

All four wheels looked alike, each like a wheel within a wheel. Sumire stared intently at the painting as her brows knitted into a frown. "This isn't my type of painting but they look quite familiar to me. I think I saw them in the fiction book. This may be Cherubim, Seraphim, and Ophanim ..." the maiden pointed at the painting on the wall. It took her a few more minutes scrutinizing its details before she turned her attention to something else. Sumire stared up and saw on the ceiling a large eye-shaped light that illuminated the office suite. The spiral inside is white and is surrounded by black paint from the outside. Sumire raised a quizzical eyebrow.

Chapter sixteen: A new dawn Late summer sunshine gilded the facade of Montrose Hall as Isabelle Montrose stepped into the grand gallery annex, her breath catching at the sight before her. Rows of mahogany easels displayed her charcoal and watercolor drawings—renderings of flickering embers, twisting serpents, interlaced keys, and the silver blue flame she and Alexander had kindled in Saint Brigid’s crypt. Each piece was accompanied by a brief inscription in flowing Latin and English, celebrating the Ember Circle’s rebirth in truth.

He could easily withstand it solely with his body. What defined the strongest Lord of War? He, Alexander, had surpassed the realm of Lord of Wars. He was a true semi-Empyrean. Above the Lord of War was the realm of Empyrean. In the modern society devoid of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the essential conditions for the birth of Empyreans have been lost. However, the current Lord of the Temple of War had accomplished the impossible. Not quite an Empyrean, but with one foot into the threshold of Empyreans, he had taken the first step into the extraordinary.

Sensing his shock, Darryl smiled and said, "Nine Heaven Emperor, do you think the Power of Bird Ancestor is the only power I possess? If so, I wouldn't have been stupid enough to take your Heavenly Thunderbolts head-on. I don't mind telling you, but I bumped into your brother, Emperor Aurelias, in the Immortal Tomb. He performed the Five Elements Tempered Body on me and then passed the Nine Heavens Holy Profound Art to me. I wouldn't have dared to challenge you if it was not for that." 'What?' A spasm went through the Nine Heaven Emperor's body, and his mind began to buzz. 'So that's why he could withstand the Heavenly Thunderbolts! But Emperor Aurelias is a cold person. Why would he pass th

For several seconds, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Nobody spoke. The basement seemed to shrink around them. The emergency flashlight cast long shadows across the concrete walls, turning ordinary objects into twisted shapes. Storage boxes. Metal shelves. Stacks of files. Everything felt unreal. Because the man standing before them had just claimed to be the Founder. The architect of the Circle. The invisible force that connected every mystery they had uncovered. Thomas Vale. Evelyn Blackwood. Marcus Holloway. Jonathan Pierce.

Monster Emperor Taras replied with a malicious grin. Monster Emperor Taras gazed at the sun with his red eyes as he gestured slightly. All the Suns started dropping towards Tsarayu at rapid speed Monster Emperor Taras turned to look back towards Tsarayu but found the spot empty. Before he could do anything, all the Suns dropped on the empty spot, creating loud explosions and craters. The whole ground was filled with them, but the ground below monster Emperor Taras was safe and sound As monster Emperor Taras knew that Tsarayu wasn't there, he looked around and saw something which made him cough a mouthful of blood due to anger.

"The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood." Upon hearing the information about the Emperor, Finesia wasn't able to think straight. There's no way that the Leonardo she met is the Emperor himself, it's impossible. "Is there any other information about him? Like his eyes... yes, his eyes! What's the color of it?" Finesia asked remembering the sparkling color of azure eyes of the man she met. "It's like a color of an ocean-" Jeneva wasn't able to finished her words when Finesia slammed the table, she looks exhilarated as she grabbed Jeneva's hands while her eyes were sparkling.