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Kingdom of Embers
Chapter 1 - Embers
Chapter 2 - Embers
Chapter 3 - Embers
Chapter 4 - Embers
Chapter 5 - Embers
Chapter 6 - Embers
Chapter 7 - Embers
Chapter 8 - Embers
Chapter 9 - Embers
Chapter 10 - Embers
Chapter 11 - Embers
Kingdom of Darkness
Chapter 1 - Darkness
Chapter 2 - Darkness
Chapter 3 - Darkness
Chapter 4 - Darkness
Chapter 5 - Darkness
Chapter 6 - Darkness
Chapter 7 - Darkness
Chapter 8 - Darkness
Chapter 9 - Darkness
Chapter 10 - Darkness
Chapter 11 - Darkness
Chapter 12 - Darkness
Chapter 13 - Darkness
Kindom of Honor
Chapter 1 - Honor
Chapter 2 - Honor
Chapter 3 - Honor
Chapter 4 - Honor
Chapter 5 - Honor
Chapter 6 - Honor
Chapter 7 - Honor
Chapter 8 - Honor
Chapter 9 - Honor
Chapter 10 - Honor
Chapter 11 - Honor
Chapter 12 - Honor
Chapter 13 - Honor
Chapter 14 - Honor
Chapter 15 - Honor
Kingdom of the Damned
Forward
Chapter 1 - Damned
Chapter 2 - Damned
Chapter 3 - Damned
Chapter 4 - Damned
Chapter 5 - Damned
Chapter 6 - Damned
Chapter 7 - Damned
Chapter 8 - Damned
Chapter 9 - Damned
Chapter 10 - Damned
Chapter 11 - Damned
Chapter 12 - Damned
Chapter 13 - Damned
Chapter 14 - Damned
Chapter 15 - Damned
Chapter 16 - Damned
Chapter 17 - Damned
Chapter 18 - Damned
Chapter 19 - Damned
Chapter 20 - Damned
Chapter 21 - Damned
Chapter 22 - Damned
Chapter 23 - Damned
Chapter 24 - Damned
Chapter 25 - Damned
Chapter 26 - Damned
Chapter 27 - Damned
Chapter 28 - Damned
Chapter 29 - Damned
Kingdom of War
Chapter 1 - War
Chapter 2 - War
Chapter 3 - War
Chapter 4 - War
Chapter 5 - War
Chapter 6 - War
Chapter 7 - War
Chapter 8 - War
Chapter 9 - War
Chapter 10 - War
Chapter 11 - War
Chapter 12 - War
Chapter 13 - War
Chapter 14 - War
Chapter 15 - War
Chapter 16 - War
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Kingdom Journals Volume 1 - Alena's Story
by Tricia Copeland
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Kingdom of Darkness
Kingdom Journals Volume 2 - Camille's Story
by Tricia Copeland
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Kingdom of Honor
Kingdom Journals Volume 3 - Jude's Story
by Tricia Copeland
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Kingdom of the Damned
KINGDOM JOURNALS – PROVOCATION – ANNE’S STORY
by Tricia Copeland
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Kingdom of War
Kingdom Journals Volume 4 – Hunter’s Story
by Tricia Copeland
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Kingdom of Embers
Kingdom Journals Volume 1 – Alena’s Story
“Now the serpent was the most cunning of all the animals that the Lord God had made.”
– Genesis 3:1
“Morning.”
The curtains swooshed open, and light poured into my room. I mashed the feather pillow into my face, wishing the woman moving around my room would disappear.
“Can’t I be homeschooled? Or at least try online high school. One year. I’ve only got one year left.” I exten
ded my arm and pointed my index finger up.
“You know what your mother would say.” I heard Elizabeth cross to the dresser.
“Does she remember what it’s like to be a teenager? Can I get a replacement for her? Or at least a refund?”
“Now, Alena. You know you don’t mean that.”
“You’re wrong.” I sat up and let the pillow fall to my lap.
“I have fresh flowers for you, and the ribbons for your hair all laid out.”
“I could smell the flowers from the hall and heard you lay the ribbons on my dresser. You don’t need to tell me everything. Ugh! I can’t believe they’re making us wear matching hair decorations the first day of school.” I flung the white silk sheet from my legs and swung my feet to the floor.
“It’s a thin ribbon.” Elizabeth held up the red satin piece. “At least it’s a good color. That bright orange at your last school was hideous.”
“Don’t remind me of Cal High.” I zipped to her and snatched the ribbon.
“You better watch yourself. Your mother wants you to be in the habit of moving like a human.”
“What’s the point of this place if we can’t be ourselves?” Rolling my eyes, I ran to the bed, jumped over it, and grabbed my phone from the table. Back at my closet, I checked for a message from Kaylie. My best friend had come up from San Ramon the previous weekend, and we’d bought matching outfits. We planned to text each other a selfie when we got dressed for school.
“Do you have your clothes picked out?” Elizabeth called from the door.
“Yes.” I lifted black pants and a flower print silk top off the bar.
“Your mother approved it?”
I popped my head out of the dressing room. “Last night.”
“I’ll make your breakfast. Orm will have the car ready to leave in”—Elizabeth lifted her wrist—“forty-five minutes.”
My hand went to my hip. “The car? I thought I could ride the bus.”
“Mother’s orders. LA is not like San Ramon.”
“LA is not like San Ramon,” I mouthed as I retreated to my bathroom.
“I can hear that, you know.” Elizabeth’s voice trailed behind her from the hall.
Tugging my hair back tight and securing it with an elastic band, I started the water and washed my face. Switching schools senior year felt like torture. I thought Mother would’ve learned from the debacle of my eighth grade year, but I hadn’t been so lucky. Patting my face dry, I applied makeup, making sure to swipe my eyelids with the cheerleader mandatory plum shadow.
Brushing my hair out, I parted it on the side and braided the front portion, weaving the red ribbon through the design. At least they weren’t dictating size or placement. If I had to wear a huge bow on top of my head, I would have staged a coup. Pulling on my pants and shirt, I stood in front of the mirror to check my look. Lifting my phone, I snapped an image and sent it to Kaylie. I gathered my shoes and backpack and headed to the kitchen.
“Alena,” Mother’s singsong voice called out as I entered the room. She sat perched at the end of the marble bar like every morning, reading the New York Times and sipping coffee. “Elizabeth has quail eggs and fresh bread from the market for you.”
“Thanks, Elizabeth.” I shot her a thumbs up and kissed Mother on the cheek as I slid into my seat. Mother looked me up and down as Elizabeth sat a plate in front of me.
“The outfit looks nice. Why the ribbon and plum eye shadow?”
“Mandatory cheer thing. I guess they want to show school spirit the first day. Either that or they’re marking us as a tribe right from the start.” I dipped my bread in the egg.
“And that’s the way you’re supposed to wear it?”
“We got to choose placement.”
“It suits you.”
The corners of my mouth turned up. “Thanks, Mother.” Mother was not one to hand out compliments, so when she did, I lapped them up.
“Okay.” She slapped her hand on the counter. “Orm has his instructions for driving. I will see you at dinner.” She leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. Standing, her heels clinked across the marble floor as she walked as fast as she could in her pencil skirt and four-inch heels. “Good day, Elizabeth,” she said as she exited the room.
“Good day, madam,” Elizabeth responded.
My phone dinged as I tore another piece of bread from the loaf. Opening the screen, I viewed Kaylie’s message. U look awesome. She’d attached a picture of herself in the same outfit.
U do 2, I texted back. Sorry about the pants. But you know my Mother.
R u kidding? It’s one day. I’ll be back in shorts tomorrow. I miss u. Hope u have a good day at your new school.
Thanks & miss u 2. Hope your day is good 2. Say hi to everyone for me.
“You should finish your eggs.” Elizabeth pointed at my plate. “You need to leave in five minutes.”
As I set my phone down, Orm appeared in the doorway. “Good morning, madam.”
I spun my head, looking in one direction and then the opposite. “I don’t see my mother?”
“Oh, Miss Alena. You say that every morning.”
“I know.” I winked at him. “It’s our thing.”
“Did you have eggs?” I dipped another piece of bread in my scrambled mixture.
“You know my tastes are a bit different.”
Elizabeth lifted my empty plate from the table. “He had broiled lamb and gravy with the bread.”
“Good choice. I have to brush my teeth, but I’ll be right back.”
In my sock feet, I slid across the foyer and to my room. Hopping over my white rug, I snatched my toothbrush and cleaned my teeth as fast as I could.
Re-entering the kitchen, I slipped on my ankle boots and lifted my pack to my shoulders. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Have a good day.” Elizabeth squeezed my shoulders. “Dinner is at seven thirty as usual.”
Orm and I crossed the foyer to the front doors. Waiting in the elevator lobby outside, my phone buzzed. Tapping the screen, I saw Sophie’s image, her red ribbon crisscrossed over a low braid.
Nice! We’re twinning. I texted her a picture of my braid.
The elevator arrived, and Orm motioned me in. The tone dinged as we passed floor after floor. “You don’t have to drive me. I can ride the bus.”
“Your mother has given strict instructions. With the level of—”
“Activity.” I made air quotes around the word.
“Yes, with the level of activity in the area, I agree.”
“Can I at least ride in the front seat?”
“You may, madam.”
Stepping into the garage, the cool dank air of the underground structure made me shiver.
“Perhaps you should have worn a sweater.”
“It’ll be warm in the sun.”
“That is true.” Having reached the car, Orm held the door open for me, closing it once I was inside.
“Moving sucks,” I told him as he started the engine.
“But you always do fine and make friends. You have already. You went shopping with Sophie yesterday.”
“She’s nice. I wish it didn’t have to be my senior year. I liked Cal High and the Bay Area.”
“Los Angeles is the City of Angels, it will grow on you. I’m surprised you don’t feel a connection with your birthplace.” Orm drove the car out of the garage and pulled into traffic.
“I have the memories, but not the sentiment, except for my friends.”
“Your imaginary friends?”
“Chase and Ivy.”
“Named because the little boy liked to play chase and the little girl had eyes as green as, well, ivy.”
“I don’t like to talk about Ivy.” Ivy left abruptly, and an absence, like a dark hole, lingered with her memory. We’d lived in Thousand Oaks, north of Los Angeles, until I was four. Mother accepted my imaginary friends for a year before she relocated us to Miami. My visions or hallucinations, whatever they were, disappeared with the move.
After Miami, we’d lived in Atlanta, Baltimore, New York City, Chicago, Seattle, and most recently the East Bay of San Francisco. You’d think they were military or corporate moves. But Mother was the head of her organization and had been since I was three. They relocated for her. She transplanted us because she was looking for something. I hadn’t figured out what it was yet, but I was close.
Her missions had something to do with me. The only time I spent time with Mother outside of five minutes at breakfast and an hour at dinner consisted of planned outings. They occurred once a month, or sometimes twice a week. She always knew her destination and required my presence. At first, I thought we were searching for my father.
I didn’t remember him. My mother always told me he had to be separated from us for my safety. Part of me wondered if he’d abandoned us. But in the past year, I’d put together some clues that ruled him out as her target. Mother seemed most on edge as we neared a teen boy. Her eyes would cut to me as if to gauge my reaction. Like I’d sense something about the boy if he were the one. At the end of each trip, she asked if I’d felt drawn to anyone.
“Like a magnetic pull?” I’d asked the first time.
“Or maybe you heard someone’s thoughts.”
“Like my imaginary friends when I was little?”
“Perhaps.”
But I’d never felt anything more than the normal hum of magical powers I detected in the presence of a witch. Her face fell each time I reported no special connection during our nights out. At first I thought I’d failed her, done something wrong. Each time she’d reassure me it wasn’t my fault.
Beyond guessing the target to be male, I’d hit a dead end, my hypothesis stalled on her search for a brother, half-brother, or a being like me. My shoulders shuddered each time I entertained the idea that she wanted to find a hybrid so I could have a husband who shared my genetic make-up.
Under the suspicion I wasn’t supposed to know anything, I played ignorant. I didn’t complain when we visited restaurants, stores, coffee shops, concerts, and sporting arenas. Time with Mother was rare, and I didn’t want to spoil it. Following Orm one day in Seattle, when Mother thought I was with a friend, I learned he helped with the quest. I saw him visit several churches, restaurants, and bookstores. That evening Mother took me to the same area and locations he’d been.