Ashes Of Broken Home
The night his kingdom burned, Darian lost everything, his family, his throne, and the home he once believed unbreakable. Branded a cursed heir, he wandered the world in shadows, hiding the forbidden fire that lived in his blood… a fire that gave him strength but consumed his life with every spark.
Years later, fate drags him back to the ruins of his childhood home, where secrets buried in ash refuse to stay hidden. There, he meets Lyra, a scarred healer with her own shattered past. She should fear him he is the heir the crown wants erased, the man whose power could destroy them all. Yet against reason, she chooses to stand by him.
But home is no longer a place of safety. It is a battlefield of betrayal, vengeance, and forbidden desire. As enemies close in and the locket of his bloodline unlocks a dangerous truth, Darian must decide;
🔥 Will he burn the kingdom that betrayed him, or rise from the ashes to claim it once more?
And in the end, will love survive when the world demands his crown… and his life?
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty Seven – The Vault BreathesThe lever fell and the Vault took a breath like a beast waking. Iron ribs along the ceiling sang with a note that scraped teeth. The circular frame above the seat closed its little gap and the dais hummed. Light poured into the hollow like a blade. For a second the room was nothing but heat and a single impossible sound that made the inside of Darian's skull feel like a bell.Hands gripped his wrist and the man who had tried to stop the lever held him like someone bracing for a fall. Lyra's fingers were at his elbow, white and fierce. Isolde crouched in front of him with a face that had always tried to be softer than the world allowed. Garric moved like a man half built of metal, making small ready motions to the tools at hand. Kade had the look of a hunter who had just seen the prey shift shape."Do not let it take you," Lyra said, and her voice broke with something old and raw. The scrap of names in her pocket fluttered as if the engine's breath touched it.Darian felt the seat pres
Last Updated: 2025-10-03
Chapter: Chapter Twenty Six – The VaultThe Spire said his name like a sentence carved into stone and then it spoke a place that made the air go thin. The word fell into the quay and everyone heard it, even those who had not wanted to hear.The Vault under the Spire.A hush slammed the night flat. Torches guttered as if a wind had passed through the crowd. Men who had sworn to obey the regent looked at him with mouths open. The regent, who had thought power was a thing you could set and forget, paled until the color bled from his robe.Varrow did not smile this time. His eyes glittered with a hard light. The device at his feet hummed and answered the Spire like a hunted thing. "So it calls the place alive," he said softly. "It wants its ledger made whole."Darian felt the binding in his chest like a second heart that beat to the Spire s rhythm. The Vault under the Spire was not rumor or hiding place. It was the old machine room where the engines had once been tended, the place they whispered about in kitchens, the place the
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty Five – The Price of PagesThe water had him up to his shoulders and the quay behind him was a smear of faces and torchlight. Lyra clawed at the rail and her nails left pale marks in the wood. Her scream braided with the shouts of men and the low hungry sound that rose from the river. Corin Vale went under with a look that was all apology and relief, like a man finally laying down a ledger he had kept too long.Hands dragged at Darian. Rough palms found his jacket and pulled. Someone shouted for rope. A fisherman he did not know wrapped a thick line around his waist and hauled. The current fought them like a slow clever animal. The clamp that had wrapped his ankle was gone when they tore the water from his leg, but the river held its secret like a mouth that keeps teeth.Lyra caught his arm as the men heaved him up onto the quay. Her face was wet and she laughed then in a small sharp sound like someone who had almost lost everything and had not yet decided whether to curse or sing. She clutched the ledger page
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty Four – The PullDarian stepped off the quay like a man who had already decided the worst of it. The water hit him cold and hard and the world folded into a narrow green tunnel. Torches above became thin stars. Voices became a far drum. He felt Lyra's hands on his sleeve for a blink and then they were gone.Under the surface the river was not empty. It had teeth made of current and memory. The torn page dropped ahead of him, fluttering like some pale thing that still hoped to fly. He kicked and the cold closed his lungs but the locket at his chest burned like a small fire and the binding hummed through him. It did not save his breath but it steadied a steady thing in his chest, a direction.He saw the hand that had stolen the page. It was long and webbed and pale like the inside of a shell. It moved with a grace that was not hunger but habit. It did not pull the page down as if destroying it. It held it as if reading. Around that hand the water moved differently, as if woven by gears.Darian reached.
Last Updated: 2025-09-18
Chapter: Chapter Twenty Three – The Ledger in the DeepThe quay smells of wet tar and iron and the sound of footsteps like small hammers. The ledger man stands with the book hugged to his chest as if it were a child on fire. The key in his other hand throbs with a white light that makes the lanterns look dim and ordinary. He is not a stranger any more. He is the regent s archivist, Corin Vale, a man who wore the crown s ink like armor and who had once signed orders with a steady hand.Darian pushes the oar against a slick stone and the little boat rides into the wash. Lyra keeps her breath slow, and Isolde has the mask tucked against her ribs like a blade. The river hums under them, a deep song that answers to names, to oaths, to binding. The current presses at the hull like a reminder that nowhere is safe while the Spire stirs.Corin Vale does not look surprised to see them. His eyes are bright as flint. He sets the ledger on a barrel and opens it like an offering. Pages rustle like trapped birds. Ink glitters where it should be matte. F
Last Updated: 2025-09-12
Chapter: Chapter Twenty Two – The Current RemembersWater closed over them like a hand with teeth. The bridge broke and the world narrowed to wood and river and the hot white arc of the locket at Darian’s chest. He lashed for breath and the current caught his legs and spun him like a coin. Torches tumbled into the dark and sparks stitched the surface with false stars. Shouts became thin ribboned sounds that the river swallowed.Lyra was under him then, not a shadow but a small fierce thing clawing for air. He pushed and she pushed and the river pulled them down into a cold that wanted to take names whole. The scrap of paper in his pocket soaked and clung like a living thing. The mask slid from his pack and twirled away, a silver moon gone to the deep.Something vast moved beneath them. Not a single creature but an old slow intelligence that smelled like salt and iron and engines. The same voice that had once said the words Forge and Oath met him in a sound that wrapped the inside of his skull.Darian thought of the binding and the ring
Last Updated: 2025-09-10
Chapter: Chapter 182: The InheritorThe sky no longer wept.It watched.Unblinking stars—newborn and unfamiliar—hung over the fractured world like eyes without lids. They did not shimmer. They pulsed. Cold. Intent. Alive.Kael stood in the middle of a crater that had once been the Sanctum of Ascendance. Now it was only dust, bone, and echoes. Around him, the last remnants of divinity bled into the air, torn loose from the new god’s body, drifting like the final breaths of a world that no longer knew how to pray.He did not fall. He did not speak.The thing that had stepped through the Door stood beside him now, still cloaked in that false shape of a man. Still smiling.“You feel it, don’t you?” the figure said softly, stepping around him, boots crunching in the ash. “The shift. The silence left behind.”Kael didn’t answer.Aravenna did.“What is it?” she asked. “What are you?”The figure gave her a slight bow, almost courtly. “I am what was waiting. Not behind the Door. Beyond it. I am not the hunger. I am its voice.”A
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Chapter: Chapter 181 — The Flame That Devours The ground pulsed.Kael stepped forward. Each footfall sent ripples through the shattered stone beneath him, as though the earth itself recognized what he had become. Fire trailed behind him, not like ordinary flame, but something older—something hungrier. The kind that did not burn wood or flesh, but memory, soul, and time.Aravenna followed close. Her sword shimmered with ghostlight, the blade whispering to the silence left behind by the gods.The sky cracked again. Not thunder—screams. Above, the remnants of divine power warped into veils of colorless light, bleeding across the heavens as if heaven itself were tearing. The new gods were not waiting. They were coming.“Tell me,” Aravenna said behind him, “is that truly you? Or the thing that came back wearing your name?”Kael didn’t stop. “It doesn’t matter. They’ll know me either way.”They crossed the ruin of the old sanctum, its broken pillars now nothing more than jagged teeth jutting from black soil. The bodies of priests and d
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Chapter: Chapter 180 – The Flame That WalkedThe wind was wrong.It moved like a living thing, circling Aravenna as she stood on the scorched altar ground. The sky above held no clouds, no stars, only a deep violet void, cracked faintly with red like molten scars. All around her, the ruins of the Hall of the First shivered with a power that hadn’t existed moments ago.She wiped her eyes, fingers shaking.He had begun.A sound split the silence—no thunder, no roar, but a low, deep pulse. Like a heartbeat too massive to belong to anything mortal. The ground throbbed beneath her boots. From the broken crater where Kael had vanished, fire began to rise.Not flame.Power.It had no color, only motion. Like liquid light and shadow, curling upward from the center, reshaping air, burning reality itself.Then he stepped out.Kael.But not the Kael she had known.This one wore no armor, no crown, no markings of god or war or death. His bare chest bore glowing lines that pulsed with each breath. His right arm shimmered with molten sigils,
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Chapter: Chapter 179: The Dustless Silence The silence was not just absence.It was a presence.It clung to the bones of the ruined Hall, whispered through the shattered gods, seeped into the very marrow of the world. Aravenna didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her legs had locked beneath her as though the earth no longer remembered how to carry weight. Kael’s name sat at the edge of her tongue, but her mouth could not form it.He was gone.And not in the way mortals vanished. Not in blood or shadow or flame. No scream. No farewell. No body. Just—absence. A raw rift in the fabric of the world where once Kael had stood like a burning tower of will.She reached forward, fingers trembling, and touched the place where he had been.Cold.Ash.And something else.A flicker.Like a pulse of heat beneath ice. Faint. Ancient.She closed her hand into a fist.The storm overhead had ended, but the sky remained broken. Veins of red starlight still bled through the heavens where Kael had torn the god-net apart. The celestial bonds that had once he
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Chapter: Chapter 178: The Last Gate Shatters The silence after the storm was always worse than the noise itself. Kael stood in the wreckage of the broken cathedral, its obsidian arches snapped like ribs around a corpse. Wind howled through the gaps, pulling ash into whirling spirals. Blood pooled at his feet, thick and dark, whispering of gods that no longer answered.He wiped the edge of his blade against his torn sleeve. The steel hummed, still hot from the last kill. Around him, corpses lay scattered in brutal heaps. The loyal. The mad. The blessed. All the same in death.From behind the shattered altar, Aravenna rose slowly. Her hair was tangled with blood, but her eyes burned with purpose.“It’s over,” she said. “We’ve torn down their last sanctuary.”Kael did not speak. He turned his gaze toward the northern sky, where the final gate shimmered faintly. It hovered like a wound stitched to the heavens, a trembling tear of light and old chains.Aravenna followed his eyes. “You feel it too.”“They’re gathering,” Kael said. “Al
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Chapter: Chapter 177 - When Gods FailThe sky above Ashveil cracked.A thunderous tear split the heavens, not with lightning, but with searing black fire that spiraled downward like the fingers of some vengeful deity. The clouds recoiled. The winds howled. And at the center of it all, Kael stood on the broken marble steps of the Hall of Ancients, blood dripping from his jaw, cloak half-burnt, the sword in his hand vibrating with a pulse that was no longer his own.Everything had gone wrong.Dusk had not arrived. The Crimson Eclipse came instead. And with it, the Veiled God broke His silence.Kael’s breath came ragged. His bones ached with power not yet mastered. Beside him, Aravenna stumbled, blood trailing from a gash along her ribcage. Her sapphire blade had snapped. She still gripped its jagged hilt, defiant.From the cracked doors of the Hall, silence pressed against them, too thick to breathe through.“They’re all gone,” Aravenna whispered. “The Order. The Priests. Even the High Warden. It devoured them, Kael.”He sa
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