An Imperial Affliction Novels & Stories

“Don’t say that you never suspected the reason why your imperial command is stronger than the royal heirs. Why can’t they deny your order, following your words like a puppet? You know what it means, Candice. Come on, say it!” A cold pit opened in my stomach as I stumbled back a step, shaking my head. “No! That’s not. It …” I strived my best to kick away the startling possibility. But that vampire’s words hammered my head, showing me the truth. The pieces started to click, creating a clear picture. The way, I couldn’t be affected by any royal command. The way this imperial vampire couldn’t force me to answer. The way my wolf obeyed me throughout the bond’s complications, managing my heat. No

The leader of the imperial guards held a long spear and stood in front of the emperor, shouting angrily, "How dare you! The sect immortals are here, and you've no right to spurt nonsense!" The Holy Land Realm cultivator impersonating Phillip scoffed and uttered, "How weak! Death is already knocking on your door, yet you're still so senseless." "What?" The head of the imperial guards was stunned. The next moment, he felt his chin itch. The irritation came very quickly, and it swiftly spread to both cheeks, his head, and all over his body! It felt like countless ants crawled wildly under his skin!

“Mr. George, Agatha—I mean, did I really poison Lucius’s farm?” George regarded her strangely. “I went under the knife, you know? The anesthesia was really strong, and I don’t remember some things.” Since no one was going to believe her that she was not Agatha, she decided to become her. George nodded, and his expression turned grave. “You did. Imperial Enterprises has top-class markets all around the world. Everything sold in them is known to be top class, even without advertisements. “While Imperial Enterprises wasn’t this prestigious before, its items were still really good, and their target market was the upper-class society. But suddenly, someone died from eating their agricultural prod

(Mina) “..yeah…”.(Elijah) Although it might sounded rather absurd for such thing to be the cause of the Empire kept sending their Spies to infiltrate a nation, that already proved to be beyond their capability. The truth of the matter was, this is truly the reason, for the many people in the position of power in Fantasma, they tend to not react logically to denial and rejections, often time when they do not get what they want they tend to go on a spiral, this is the typical Nobility attitude, and for an Emperor, surely his reaction will become more and more absurd.

“Sixteen infected in our own walls! Elder Rowan’s daughter, a noble lady, struck down by a filthy plague from the marketplace!” More voices rose behind him. “Our empire is under attack!” “Pure bloods dying like dogs!” Alex growled, “You are in the presence of the Lycan—” “ENOUGH.” My voice rolled through the hall like thunder. Power bled from me. Thick, oppressive, and ancient. The shouting died instantly. Frederick’s face flushed crimson, but even he froze. I let the silence crush them. Seedy, bitter, disgruntled men. Half these bastards looked secretly pleased. They’d rather watch my empire rot than bow to me.

Wallace replied respectfully, “Good day, sir. It’s like this, I’ve encountered a weird case. It’s about my friend’s grandson. I wonder if sir could come and take a look?” “Oh? What kind of sickness that even an imperial doctor like you couldn’t handle?” “It’s like xenorexia. He has to eat about 0.7 pound of mud every two hours, or else he would harm himself.”

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

How in the hell will I live in a house with her and not touch her or be with her every day? The damn Imperials are ruining my life and my pack. There has to be a way for us to be together. I just do not see it happening right now. Maybe in the future. Kate needs help to control her raging emotions and anger. I cannot help her. The only imperial we had that understood Kate, and that could have helped her, turned into a damn vampire and is on the loose doing things I can only imagine.

It bit to infect. ​"It’s a regression," I said, my medical brain fighting through the panic. "The Imperial magic was a filter. It refined the wolf-spirit. Without it, the spirit is reverting to its original, feral state. The 'First Wolf' is calling the beast back to the wild." ​All around us, the "civilized" world was dissolving. Warriors were losing their minds, turning on their mates. The order we had tried to build in the vacuum of Solas’s death was being shredded in minutes.

Empires do not fall in a single moment. --- They don’t collapse with one strike— --- One failure— --- One mistake. --- They fall slowly. --- From within. --- Cracks forming long before anyone sees them. --- And by the time it becomes visible— --- It is already too late. --- The system trembled. --- Not violently. --- Not completely. --- But enough. --- Enough for the first fracture to show. --- Elena felt it ripple beneath her feet— ---