Through The Ashes Of Empires Novels & Stories

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 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.

Each had discovered irregular transactions. Each had left behind incomplete evidence. And each investigation abruptly ended. The similarities were impossible to dismiss. Seraphina rubbed her eyes. Exhaustion was beginning to catch up with her. The past forty-eight hours had felt like a month. "Look at this." Damian slid a file across the table. She examined it. A bank statement. Several transactions highlighted in red. Large amounts. Millions of dollars. The transfers originated from shell companies connected to Ashford Consortium. That wasn't surprising.

“Hi, Agnes. Long time no see. I wonder, by the time you see this video, will I already be dead? But even if I am, my body will stay here, just like these bones. So, Agnes, don’t forget to come and collect my corpse.” The air fell into a heavy silence. Even breathing seemed stifled. Then, the crowd erupted again, louder than before. “Don’t say that, Jacob! We’re sending people to look for you right now!” The video kept playing. I looked straight into the camera, speaking each word clearly. “I’ll record everything on Exile Island in my own way—to record how I walked toward my death and to record how the Yule family walks toward destruction. This video might never make it out, but I’ll find a w

My right hand twitched, the silver light flaring instinctively beneath my skin. "The Emperor is dead," I stated flatly. "I broke his spine in the throne room fourteen years ago, and Torin scattered his loyalists into the western ash-wastes." "The Emperor is dead," Valerius agreed, holding the letter out to me. "But empires are like rust, Jace. If you don't scrub every last flake away, it slowly eats the iron underneath." I took the envelope. I didn't open it. I could feel the faint, residual kinetic energy on the paper. Someone had carried this a very long way on horseback, completely avoiding the flex-rail train network.

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

If I was Mira, I would be strong. I held the remaining bandage in my hands and walked down the hallway. Like they say, bad news is the first to spread like wildfire. In no less than an hour, the maids already start to whisper, guards started to murmur, eyes scanning the area as they peeped to see if anyone out of their checks could hear them. But I walked silently past them. Like I hadn't heard anything, as if I was just a fly. The missing golds, the ships and now Alpha Darius’ empire was about to be doubted?

All— Owned. Like me. Like Hope. Like— Everyone. Eventually. If his plan worked. If we succeeded. If— We continued. Spreading. Converting. Destroying. Building— Empire. Perfect empire. Ashford empire. Where everyone smiled. Everyone served. Everyone— Died inside while appearing alive outside. Like me. Like Hope. Like— Future. Entire future. If Marcus won. If we—if I— Succeeded in mission. In expansion. In— Everything he commanded.

Let everything go back to normal. Normal. The word tasted like ash. I turned the water off and stood dripping in the quiet. Steam swirled around me thick and heavy. But I didn’t want normal, all I want is her. And that scared me more than any slap Ethan could throw.

The world was burning. But it wasn’t fire that consumed it—it was her. Emily stood atop a mountain of ash, her bare feet sinking into the remains of shattered bones and scorched earth. The sky above her was cracked like glass, bleeding streaks of black and crimson. And below her, the once-great supernatural realms lay in ruin. Cities devoured by shadows. Forests reduced to dust. Rivers of blood flowing like veins through a corpse of a world. And at the center of it all herself.