by RuNyx
THE EMPEROR
Dark Verse Book 3
RUNYX
The Emperor
Dark Verse #3
RuNyx
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Title
Copyright
Dedication
Author’s Note
Acknowledgments
Music
Preface
Part 1 – Breeze
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Part 2 – Gust
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Part 3 – Tempest
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
Bonus Epilogue
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To every survivor,
whether you carry your scars on your flesh or in your soul, whether you’ve seen the worst of humankind or fought the worst of fates, you’re still here.
This is for you.
This is the third book of the Dark Verse series and while it deals with a single couple and their relationship over a long span of years, there are characters and events mentioned from the previous two books. If you have not read The Predator and The Reaper, I highly recommend doing so for a complete reading experience.
If you’ve read the first two books, I feel I should mention that this one gets much darker. This book contains explicit, graphic scenes of violence and sexual nature.
There are also a few trigger warnings I feel would be fair to warn you about in case you are sensitive to these subjects – panic attack, post-traumatic stress disorder, sexual assault against a minor, violence against a minor, murder, mentions of rape and torture, mentions of human slavery and trafficking.
If any of these subject matters make you uncomfortable, please take heed. Your mental health is of utmost importance and if any of these affect you adversely, I urge you to pause. If you do continue to read the book, I sincerely hope you enjoy the journey.
Thank you.
Dante and Amara took me on a journey of my own inside myself. Some parts were extremely hard to write and some like water. But I wouldn’t be here, much less doing something I love so much, without the immense support of these people.
First and foremost, to my readers, the ones who have been with me through the beginning – thank you. Thank you for believing in me and for giving me something to live for. Knowing you are there to catch my characters when they fall is the best feeling in the world.
Second, to my parents – your endless love for me is the reason I am who I am today. Your love across distance and time is my pillar and every day, I am grateful to be yours. Thank you.
I also want to thank the entire book community that has welcomed me and accepted my characters. To all the bloggers and bookstragrammers, to all the graphic editors and photographers, to the friends I’ve made and the connections I’ve established, thank you. To those who freaked out with me and celebrated my book, thank you. I initially wrote a special shoutout and realized it got to a thousand words so I’ll just say, THANK YOU to everyone who picked up my babies and took a chance on me and recommended them to others, to everyone who has been kind to me and the few who have become close friends. You know who you are and how important you are to me. Thank you!
And to Nelly. There will never be enough words in my heart to thank you for what you do for me. Your art and vision and generosity truly makes me feel like the luckiest person. Thank you for giving my words the perfect visuals and for tolerating my annoying ass. I love you.
And Rachel, thank you for being my eagle eyes when I got squinty. I appreciate you and your friendship so much!
To my friends. Thank you for being so patient with me when I disappeared for days with messages unread and sometimes read and was a shitty friend basically. I love you.
To my tribe of readers, the gifts you have honored me with leave me speechless. The abundance you shower upon me fills my life every damn day. Thank you so, so much. You make my world a better place.
Most importantly, I want to thank you, the one reading this, for picking up my book and choosing to read me. If you’ve made it this far, I’m eternally grateful to you. I hope you enjoyed it but even if you didn’t, thank you for choosing it. I appreciate you taking the time so much. Please consider leaving a review before jumping into your next bookish world.
Thank you so much!
Prisoner - Raphael Lake ft. Aaron Levy
The Night We Met - Lord Huron
Back to You - Selena Gomez
i hate u, I love u - gnash ft. Olivia O'Brian
Far From Home (The Raven) - Sam Tinnesz
The Beginning of the End - Klergy ft. Valerie Broussard
Say Something - A Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilara
Little Do You Know - Alex & Sierra
A Thousand Years - Christina Perri
The Scientist - Coldplay
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
Cry for Me - Camila Cabello
Set Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol ft. Martha Wainwright
Satellite/Stealing Time - Above & Beyond
A Drop in the Ocean - Ron Pope
Back in Time - VV Brown
In the Air Tonight - Natalie Taylor
Shadow Preachers - Zella Day
My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark - Fall Out Boy
Next to Me - Imagine Dragons
Love's to Blame - Joel & Luke
Movement - Hozier
Graveyard - Halsey
i love you - Billie Eilish
Skin - Rag 'n' Bone Man
Go to War - Nothing More
Already Gone - Sleeping at Last
Cross Your Mind - Sabrina Claudio
Control - Halsey
Dogs of War - Blues Saraceno
New Divide - Linkin Park
Here Without You - 3 Doors Down
Survivor - 2WEI ft. Edda Hayes
Bad - Royal Deluxe
Wolves - Sam Tinnesz ft. Silverberg
Hurts Like Hell - Fleurie
Fire on Fire - Sam Smith
Distance - Christina Perri
Helium - Sia
Carry You - Jeffrey James
Between - Courier
When It's All Over -
RAIGN
Don't Deserve You - Plumb
Holding On and Letting Go - Ross Copperman
Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down
Easier - Mansionair
Rescue Me - OneRepublic
In Need - Gert Taberner
Stay - Gracie Abrams
Boomerang - Imagine Dragons
Eclipse (All Yours) - Metric
Please Don't Say You Love Me - Alessia Mamino
Say You Love Me - Jessie Ware
Poison and Wine - The Civil Wars
Here She Comes Again - Royksopp
Vertigo - Raphael Lake ft. Ben Fisher
Starboy - The Weeknd ft. Daft Punk
exile - Taylor Swift ft. Bon Iver
Find My Way Back - Cody Fry
Fuck it I Love You - Lana Del Rey
Fall for You - Secondhand Serenade
I Just Want You - Castle OST
Legend - The Score
One Last Night - Vaults
Rolling in the Deep (Acapella) - Adele
Shattered - Trading Yesterday
Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey
Rise - John Dreamer
I Should Go - Levi Kris
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The house was old.
The morning was cold.
And the stories, told.
But never loud enough to reach ears that could help.
The man stood by the tree, a tree he’d been using to watch the home for over two weeks. The lone house surrounded by land and mist was eerie enough in itself. Woods at the back, river a mile away, the nearest road two miles, it was truly a home of nightmares. From the outside, it looked like a home he’d once known – with thin, dilapidated walls that never silenced the screams, the rot on the inside enveloped in the stone.
He saw the young boy at the window, early in the morning, his curious eyes trying to find something in the thick fog. He knew that if discovered, the boy would take a severe punishment. But the kid was brave, or maybe desperate. The man didn’t know.
He should probably feel bad about using him. He didn’t.
The man flicked on the lighter in his hand and raised it to signal the boy. He saw the little eyes notice his arm, quickly looking back to check if anyone was coming. Satisfied, the boy nodded twice. Two very slow, precise nods, just in case the man missed it. The man lowered his arm, getting the answer he’d come for.
Brave little shit had been more help than he’d hoped.
He watched as the kid went back to the room, away from the window, and hoped he didn’t die. That none of them died before they were found. That’d be such a waste.
Getting the answer he’d been rooting for, the man stepped back into the fog he’d come from, disappearing from sight.
They weren’t ready.
None of them.
“In the middle of the journey of our life
I found myself within a dark wood
where the straight way was lost.”
Dante Alighieri, Inferno
They were kissing.
Amara watched with wide eyes from behind the tree as Mr. Maroni’s son and the pretty girl with pink hair stood with their mouths joined. She had pink hair. Amara has never seen anyone with pink hair.
Tilting her little head to the side, she tried to see exactly what they were doing. She’d seen the heroes and heroines kiss in movies, but never in real life. Since her father wasn’t with them, she hadn’t seen him kiss her ma either.
Wait, were they eating each other’s lips?
Ew.
Nose wrinkling, Amara swiped her tongue over her lips just to test how it felt. Wet. Icky. Making a face, she kept watching, trying to understand with her tiny mind exactly why they were enjoying it so much. It wasn’t like she’d come to spy on them. Not at all. She’d just been walking in the woods (which she absolutely should not have been doing alone) when she’d come across a little shack. Curious, she had walked over to see it, and hidden behind a tree after seeing Mr. Maroni’s son and the girl.
The outside girl.
Amara was young but she knew the rules well enough to know that outsiders weren’t allowed on the compound. That was a new word she’d just learned last week – compound. Caum-paau-nd. That’s what they all lived on. She was allowed because her ma worked at the big house on top of the hill. But this outside girl? She really wasn’t supposed to be there. She could warn them. But why? Maybe they had permission. She was with Mr. Maroni’s son, after all.
And they were kissing again. Weren’t they getting tired? It looked so boring after the first few seconds.
Done with the show, Amara decided to go back home since it was already pretty late. The sun was almost set, the sky about to get dark, and the woods could get scary without light. And she was not supposed to roam on the compound after six ’o'clock; she’d get in trouble.
With that thought in mind, she started to run on her little feet back where the woods ended and the buildings began. The sky darkened and Amara panted, getting scared. She didn’t like the dark. She shouldn’t have stayed out so late. Her small body started to shake as she reached the edge of the woods, and tripping over her own feet, she went down hard.
Ouch, it hurt.
Amara looked down at her knee below the hem of her skirt, bruised and throbbing, and winced. Ma said her pain threshold was low. That meant she felt more pain when she got hurt. Threshold was a new word for her too. Thresh-hold, she repeated in her head, seeing a drop of blood well up on the skin of her knee. Feeling sick, she looked up at the dark sky to not see the blood.
“Who’s there?” the voice of a man came from a distance, reminding her she had to hurry back home. She wasn’t supposed to be out on the grounds after dark, especially not on these parts of the compound.
Standing up, her injured knee wobbly, Amara hurried over to the building where she lived with her mother. As she went downhill towards her home, feeling the throb in her leg, Amara hated the Maroni grounds. Why did it have to be so big, and on a mountain? Hills were hard to climb and get down on.
“Sneaking out again, ‘Mara?” a boy’s voice from behind her startled her.
Almost falling on her behind again, Amara barely balanced and stopped in her tracks to greet Vin. He was her best friend, her only friend actually. And for some reason, he could never say her name right. She had always been ‘Mara to him.
“Vinnie! What are you doing sneaking around?” she demanded. Vin was just one year older than her – a fact he never forgot to remind her of – and he was wandering even though he wasn’t supposed to either.
Vin came beside her, an inch shorter than she was. She liked to tease him about that until he reminded her he was going to grow tall in a few years and she’d stay the same. Ugh, he annoyed her.
“I was training,” he said quietly, starting the walk downhill, taking her arm to help her. Okay, he was less annoying when he was being nice.
“What do you do in training?” she asked for the hundredth time, genuinely curious. He had begun ‘training’ – whatever that was – a week ago, the day after his eleventh birthday. She knew it had something to do with the big guns she saw the guards carrying, but nothing more. And Vin didn’t tell her what he did, no matter how many times she asked him.
He shrugged, glancing at the dark training building to the right, where he’d come from. Amara saw the building in the distance, seeing another boy limping down the hill but in the opposite direction, towards the lake. The new boy. Even though he’d been staying there for as long as she could remember, everyone still called him the ‘new boy’. She’d never met him, but from the way everyone talked about him, she knew he was dangerous.
“Have you talked to the new boy?” she couldn’t contain herself from asking.
“He’s been here five years, ‘Mara,” Vin reminded her. “He’s not new anymore.”
“I know,” she stepped over a stone. They were almost home now. “That’s just what every
one calls him.”
The light from the building showed Vin’s dark, floppy hair and dark eyes, his front tooth slightly crooked as he spoke. “He doesn’t talk to anyone. The kids don’t train with him.”
“He’s a kid too,” climbing the steps, Amara pointed out.
Vin shook his head, the hair on his forehead swaying. “He’s not like any of us. Stay away from him, okay?”
Amara looked at the lake in the distance. She’d never been to that part of the compound. Thinking of the angry boy who lived there, she didn’t even want to go. On the landing of the huge building where she and Vin lived – she on the ground floor and Vin on the third – she stopped him, excited to share her little finding from the day.
“I found a little shed in the woods today,” she told him, trying to keep her voice low so nobody would hear.
Vin, who had been looking up at the stars, looked at her with wide eyes. “You went to the woods alone? Are you crazy?”
“Shh,” she looked around, scared someone older would hear him. If the news got to her ma, she’d be grounded. She hated being grounded. After a second, when no one came, she relaxed slightly.
“The woods are dangerous,” Vin reminded her softly. That’s something every single adult around them had told every kid. Don’t go into the woods.
Amara rolled her eyes. “I didn’t go in deep.”
“But-”
“Oof,” Amara exclaimed in annoyance, punching his arm to shut him up. “I wasn’t the only one there. Mr. Maroni’s son was there too. With a girl,” she whispered, remembering the thrill of going into the woods, only to stumble upon the two teenagers.
Vin blinked, his eyes widening in excitement. “With a girl? An outsider?”
Amara nodded, grinning. Vin whistled. Or tried to. He practiced every day.
“They were kissing,” Amara informed him, her voice dropping even lower. “Kissing! Can you imagine? He was kissing an outside girl!”
Vin tugged at his collar, looking at the entrance door, looking uncomfortable. “That’s cool.”
Amara grinned. “Are you blushing?”
His chubby face flushed even more. “Of course not.”