An Imperial Affliction Novels & Stories

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

“After the curse, we stopped having soulmates. The truth is, we even forgot what it felt like—until we stopped believing altogether. Eda, what we’re going to tell you now… please don’t judge us. We Tarragons, our honor is precious to us. We are strong warriors and fighters, and we’ve survived many battles—we’ve always come out victorious. We’ve been attacked countless times by other species trying to bring us down, but we’re still here, standing strong. We were feared by many races, and at the peak of our power, some among us started believing they could do anything they wanted because we were the strongest species.” “There are several cities on our planet, four of which are the biggest and

A human has been found roaming the empire and seeking information. My blood boiled at the thought of the human. Not even the idea of feasting on it excites my vampiric spirit. I would rather starve to death than have anything that has to do with a human being in my bloodstream. Watching them get humiliated and abused is a soothing sight for me. Those good-for-nothing pests do not even deserve to exist. The audacity the moron must have had to step foot into my empire has to be studied. Every human that breaths on these lands is only meant to serve as a meal to the vampires or pets and sex slaves to the werewolves. Everyone is entitled to whatever they desire to do with them. Only that this pa

Only for a second. Then... he continued walking. His chest tightened painfully. Why...? Why does Father hate Mother...? And why... does he hate me? Inside the Imperial Palace... another storm had already begun. The imperial family gathered inside the Emperor's private chamber. The atmosphere was heavier than ever. Rian could no longer suppress his frustration. He stepped forward. "Father." The Emperor looked up. "Why?" "You allowed Marquis Dane to insult Uncle Rowen in front of the entire empire." "You didn't even defend him."

, the patriarch of the universe, the one who created and named each star in the galaxies. It is said, that he created them because he was lonely. None of us know where he is now, but we do know that he is watching us from somewhere with a beautiful view. Calling him my grandfather would not be wrong, since he is the father of the Evermores, and the Evermores are our parents. We, Immortals, are not a very populous race, as it is difficult for the Evermore to have children. Therefore, it is difficult for us to have children with each other.

He impatiently called his PA. A rather wiry looking man came in trembling "Y. Yes Sir" "Where is the MOM of yesterday's meeting??" He stammered " It must be here somewhere". Ishaan narrowed his eyes "what do you mean somewhere?" "Sorry. Sir I. I will get it now." "Why wasn't it here in the first place?" "I forgot Sir. It was a mistake." "You know I hate mistakes. One mistake can destroy everything. I have no sympathy or place for people who make mistakes. you are fired."