The Empty Throne
Author: Beo
last update2025-07-03 16:07:09

48 Hours After Giovannis Death

Private Estate – Sicily Coastline

Sunlight spilled through bulletproof glass windows. The smell of saltwater clung to the air. Jason stood alone on a marble balcony overlooking the sea.

The fortress was gone. Giovanni was dead. But the war hadnt ended.

Because now… the world was watching.

And the throne was empty.

Behind him, Mila entered, laptop in hand.

You made global news,she said. Interpol raided five warehouses. The Moretti and Russo accounts are frozen. And the Vatican? They called it a spiritual purge.

Jason didnt react.

Your names on every screen,Mila continued. Some call you a vigilante. Others, the next king.

Jason finally spoke. Im not a king.

You sure? Mila asked. Because kings dont get to walk away.

Inside the Estate – Valentinas Room

Valentina sat at the vanity, brushing her hair, staring at her reflection. The woman in the mirror was no longer Giovannis daughter.

She was a warrior. A survivor.

Jason entered quietly.

Are you okay? he asked
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • The Despair’s Whisper

    The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents tattered and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a faltering rhythm, a pact strained but enduring through Soren’s redemption. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he no longer was, his mind a shadow drained by the enclave’s cage, now tormented by whispers—you are the haze. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air thrummed with a restless pulse that screamed of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, though dulled by exhaustion and despair, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav followed, his spear steady, his eyes carrying Kalia’s loss, softened by Tira’s, Renn’s, Lirae’s, and Soren’s redemption, yet shadowed by hopelessness.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shieldi

  • The Exhaustion’s Blaze

    The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a faltering rhythm, a pact strained but enduring through Renn’s redemption. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he no longer was, his mind a shadow drained by the enclave’s cage, now tormented by whispers—you are the haze. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air thrummed with a restless pulse that screamed of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, though dimmed by exhaustion, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav followed, his spear steady, his eyes carrying Kalia’s loss, softened by Tira’s, Renn’s, Lirae’s, and Soren’s redemption, yet shadowed by fatigue.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urgin

  • The Strain’s Echo

    The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a faltering rhythm, a pact strained but enduring through their latest victory. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he no longer was, his mind a shadow drained by the enclave’s cage, now tormented by whispers—you are the haze. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air thrummed with a restless pulse that screamed of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, though dulled by fatigue, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav followed, his spear steady, his eyes carrying Kalia’s loss, softened by Tira’s, Renn’s, Lirae’s, and Soren’s redemption, yet heavy with exhaustion.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urg

  • The Fracture’s Flame

    The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a quiet rhythm, a pact strained but enduring through Jason’s redemption. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he no longer was, his mind a shadow drained by the enclave’s cage, now tormented by whispers—you are the haze. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air thrummed with a restless pulse that screamed of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav followed, his spear steady, his eyes carrying Kalia’s loss, softened by Tira’s, Renn’s, Lirae’s, and Soren’s redemption.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urging another way. The stranger’s truth lingered: The haze is

  • The Shadow’s Guilt

    The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a quiet rhythm, a pact strained but enduring through Tira’s redemption. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he no longer was, his mind a shadow drained by the enclave’s cage, now tormented by whispers—you are the haze. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air thrummed with a restless pulse that screamed of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav followed, his spear steady, his eyes carrying Kalia’s loss, softened by Tira’s, Renn’s, Lirae’s, and Soren’s redemption.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urging another way. The stranger’s truth lingered: The haze is

  • The Rival’s Spark

    The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a quiet rhythm, a pact strained but enduring through Tira’s redemption. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he no longer was, his mind a shadow drained by the enclave’s cage, now tormented by whispers—you are the haze. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air thrummed with a restless pulse that screamed of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav followed, his spear steady, his eyes carrying Kalia’s loss, softened by Tira’s, Renn’s, Lirae’s, and Soren’s redemption.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urging another way. The stranger’s truth lingered: The haze is

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App