A Memory Called Empire Novels & Stories

“I’m working overtime today. The company’s overloaded. If it’s not important, don’t disturb me.” Aurelia paused, her fingers tightening slightly. “Today is” “I’m really busy, okay? We’ll talk later.” Click. The line went dead. Slowly, Aurelia lowered the phone. The room felt unbearably quiet, the candles flickered softly, and the steak began to cool. She sat there alone, confusion clouding her expression. Her thoughts churned. ''Did he… forget what today was?'' The question lingered, heavy in her chest, as quiet disappointment settled in. Meanwhile, at the airport, a silver Rizmo was parked near the entrance.

“We have a legacy to uphold. If we all went around doing whatever we wanted, there would be no empire.” There it was. The word they loved more than anything else. Empire. He said it like it was something noble. Something holy. But it wasn’t. It was a business. A name. A reputation. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t life. It definitely wasn’t mine. Not anymore. I looked at him. My father. The man who once held my hand through every dentist appointment, who used to call me “princess” and bring me a flower on the first day of school every year without fail.

“I remember Rome before it had an emperor.” The room froze. “I remember Constantinople before it fell.” Another pause. “I remember kingdoms…” “…that no longer exist.” Matteo’s face turned pale. Those weren’t memories. They couldn’t be. No human being could remember events separated by centuries. Unless… The Archive wasn’t knowledge. It was memory. ⸻ Alessio slowly closed his eyes. Another wave struck him. Not pain. Memory. ⸻ A stone fortress overlooking the Mediterranean. A young woman placing the Oath Blade into a warrior’s hands.

"The empire isn't dead. It's just wounded. And wounded animals are the most dangerous." "How do we kill it?" "We don't." He turned to face the room. "We let it kill itself." "What does that mean?" "It means we stop chasing. We stop hiding. We stop reacting. We let the empire's enemies do our work for us." "Who are the empire's enemies?" Lucien looked at Elena. "Everyone Alexei ever crossed. Everyone Sergei ever betrayed. Everyone Margaret ever used." "That's a lot of people." "That's the point." He walked back to the table. "Strength in numbers. The same way they built the empire, we tear it down. Piece by piece. Person by person."

His hands clasped behind his back. Like a professor delivering a lecture. Like a man completely unconcerned by the danger around him. "The problem with history," he said quietly, "is that people only remember the names on buildings." His fingers brushed against an old shelf. "Dynasties." Corporations. Governments. Families." A pause. Then— "They never remember the people standing behind the curtain." The words echoed through the room. And for the first time, Seraphina understood what the Circle truly was.

We all sing. “Replay-ay-ay, Replay-ay-ay, You got my, got my, Heart on replay.” Mel sings while Haz and I sing the adlibs. “Thought I’d be fine, I was doing great, Then your story popped up its fate. You said, “remember this song we made?” Now I’m dancing in the mess we made.” Haz and Mel sings. “My heart’s a record that skips time, Spinning circles, losing my mind. I know I should press stop

I looked at the new vampires of Harlow Empire and I could tell how nervous they all looked. It was not something easy to be taken from your human life and get thrown into the world of vampires in a matter of a day or two. Such a traumatic experience if you would ask me. Each Empire was named according to the name of its founder. The founder of my empire was Jonathan Harlow; thus, the empire was called Harlow Empire.

They left Alex, all alone inside the Empires. Alexei rolled her eyes before she annoyingly leaned her head on the chair’s head rest. She looked around the big but empty place, it was beautiful and fully furnished. It has a bar area but all of their stock was all consumed. Then at the middle part, there has a big sofa and a center table. They named it “empires” because when they were inside of it, it is as if they are just minding their businesses and no one can stop them from doing anything. And it was like they were ruling their own life, not minding anyone.

The thing held a black box that he held towards Ellis. “Nardoes,” Nin said, flickering her eyes towards Ellis. Nardoes were not part of the Empire because the nation was in a constant state of war. Logan had told her it was part of their nature. She remembered that they had poor eyesight. If one stayed motionless, they could almost disappear in front of these creatures. “Which of you is the Empress?” he asked, his mouth clicking as he spoke. “I am,” Nin pronounced. Ellis turned to her with wide eyes. “Ni—”

Through their simple conversation, James learned about the general history of the Space Race. He also learned about the Empyrean herb that had been left by a powerhouse of the Human Race long ago in the Space Race’s plantation. No one knew this human’s name, but there were records of him in the Space Race’s ancient books being addressed as the Holy Emperor. Unfortunately, the Empyrean herb in their plantation could not be consumed by the Space Race.