Imperial Affliction Ending Novels & Stories

Celebrated— Horror. That nobody recognized. Nobody stopped. Nobody— Escaped. Because escape was—impossible. Freedom was— Gone. Hope was— Dead. Replaced by— Ashford. Forever Ashford. Only— Ashford. The empire. The prison. The— End. Of everything. Beginning of— Nothing. Just— Service. Perfect service. Eternal— Service. To— Masters. Forever masters. Endless— Masters. Ruling— Slaves. Perfect slaves. Willing—

Adrian was the moon, dark and enigmatic. *Amelia’s POV - years ago* Three months had passed since my mother died, and I was beginning to think nobody would listen to me. I had talked to Dr. Sullivan. I knew MID should have never made their meds accessible for human study. I had contacted the police station to have them look into it, and it had fallen on deaf ears.

Victoria was exiled, Lucas was severed, and the empire was secured. (I am victorious. I won the game. But the prize is this crushing, absolute emptiness. The silence in this room used to be the sound of my peace, the proof of my control. Now it’s the sound of my guilt, echoing with Elara’s heartbroken voice and Leo’s final, small breath. I destroyed the only person who offered me something real. I can expose all the enemies in the world, but I can’t expose the coward hiding inside my own heart. I am alone. And I deserve every single moment of this agonizing isolation. The retribution is complete. Now begins the impossible task of finding the woman I wrongly threw away, and proving that the m

It has a creepy factor attached to it rather. "Well, for what I want from you is something that'll cost you a little freedom."He said to her, "And what's that?" "I need you to confess guilty to killing Xander Williamson...." "What?!" Keira was astounded at the man's preposterous condition to dropping the charges. "Yes Keira, I need you to confess to killing Xander and you'll be set freed from your impending." He repeated with great reassurance, leaving Keira shocked and speechless.

He and Kieran had been searching for Tabitha, who loved him greatly, for two difficult months, but now, another kid was calling her "Mommy" Before anyone could stop him, he charged forward like a flash and threw himself into Tabitha's arms. "Mommy, I missed you so much!" Tabitha had already recovered from her initial shock. She stepped aside and avoided his embrace. "What are you guys doing here?" Just then, the system she had thought was gone spoke again. "Tabitha, the mission world is showing signs of collapse. As a result…" After the system explained everything, Tabitha finally understood what had happened after she left. Kieran had fallen back into complete emotional withdrawal.

Everyone in the household is pissed off at me like this is my fault. "How are you going to fix this?" Alaska's mother is the first one to snap at me. I am sure she is terrified. "What do you want me to do?" I ask. I turn my gaze to my father. My father seems to be circling everyone in the room. They are afraid, and they should be frightened of him. Alpha Larringer will take everything from them. He will take their homes, pack, and jobs and leave them wishing for death. He is ruthless, but he will not kill them. My father makes wolves do as he wants, or he makes them hope for their own demise.

"We can make a deal! A better one! Just tell me what you want!" I walked toward him slowly, my pistol aimed at his head. "Talk about what? How you two used my guilt to destroy my fucking marriage?" Marco dropped to his knees, trembling. "I can tell you everything! Just let me live—" BANG. I pulled the trigger. His body hit the concrete. He wasn't talking anymore. The sun was coming up when I got back to the manor, covered in blood. Eliza was in the living room, calmly sipping coffee. When she saw me, the cup slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor.

His empire had fallen, his men gone, his power stripped away. But as we stopped, waiting for the flashing lights of approaching sirens, Jasper’s eyes met mine one last time. His voice was low, rasping, but it cut deeper than any blade. “You’ll never be free of me.” And those words clung to me like smoke, wrapping around my chest as the sirens screamed closer, as the night closed in, as the battle we thought we had won left a shadow that would never truly fade.

The combined roar of the North shook the whole foundation of the continent, and it felt like the ground was trying to break its own bones. But my moment, my stupid victory , got cut off by this sick, wrong vibration that made my teeth hurt. Look up, Kaelen’s voice cracked through our bond. I yanked my attention away from the invasion and stared toward the tallest point in the palace, the towering needle-like spire. Up at the peak, silhouetted against the storm-choked clouds, stood the Vampire Emperor. He wasn’t backing up. He wasn’t hesitating. He was starting the end.

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.