Black Onyx Empire Novels & Stories

Dominic and Clara stepped through the archway, walking side by side down the grand aisle of white marble. Dominic looked every inch the apex emperor who ruled both the surface world and the skies. He wore a tailored, void-black imperial coat trimmed with dark meteor-steel pauldrons that emphasized his broad, towering frame. The runic tattoos along his neck and forearms glowed with a low, contented black plasma. His dark hair was combed back, framing his sharp, granite jaw, while his grey eyes swept over the kneeling warlords with calm, absolute authority.

had been incinerated. She looked at the silver handgun in her lap and the ancient coin in her palm. The "Poverty Trial" was over. The "Revenge" was complete. Now, the real game had begun. "Marcus," she said, her voice echoing with the weight of an Empress. "Call the lab. I want a full diagnostic on that 'Broken Crown' symbol. It’s time we reminded the world that while empires can fall, an Everett... an Everett always collects the debt."

The grand obsidian court was dead silent, save for the hum of the twelve black-iron battleships maintaining their permanent, suffocating orbit over the glass skyscrapers outside the broken ceiling. The foreign kings had signed away half their wealth and fled back to their vessels in absolute, sweating terror, leaving our new empire officially consolidated. ‎ ‎I stood beside the high-backed Sun-Iron throne, my midnight-blue velvet suit absorbing the ambient violet-gold light pulsing from the room's energy nodes. The star-shaped scar on my right palm was hot, entirely locked into the capital's central infrastructure mainframe.

“You just want my child.” He didn’t flinch. If anything, the sharpness of his jaw only grew harder. “You are right. I need an heir. Not a wife. Not a lover. Not a woman to cling to my side. I built an empire from the ground up and now every man with a fortune wants to see it divided when I am gone. They circle me like vultures, waiting for weakness. Waiting for the day they can say Damian Blackwood left no successor.” His name struck me like a slap. Damian Blackwood. Even in prison, I had heard whispers of him. Some say he is ruthless. Others say he’s untouchable. A man who devoured competition and spat out bones. The kind of man people feared more than the law itself.

Nick's POV The screeching of the tires pulled me from my annoyance. The car rolled over the marbled courtyard of my father's mansion. The bright sunlight bounced off the polished hood of my sleek black Jaguar. The world outside looked buzzy. The neighborhood still maintained its clean calm essence, just the way he liked it. Just the way he believed everything should be. But inside me, it was anything but perfect. My jaw clenched as I turned out of the block and onto the sleek road.

“Together.” And as we stood there, the city lights stretching endlessly before us, I realized something profound: the empire was ours to protect, to grow, and to command but the true power wasn’t in the money, the offices, or the contracts. It was in the clarity of our minds, the unity of our hearts, and the unwavering precision of our choices. And I would not fail. Not for Xavier, not for Catherine, not for anyone. Because from this day forward, the Blackwood empire was more than an inheritance. It was a legacy and we were the storm at its center.

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

- "There are a lot of them, but the most famous is the Banshee Lake, also known as the Lamentation Lake. To help you get your bearings, I will show you a map of the Empire. Here in the center is the Kingdom of Midona with the capital of the Empire, Thetia, at its heart. You must notice the kingdom is surrounded by a mountain range: the Chain of 300, a disturbing name isn't it. Between 1500 and 1600, the Empire was invaded without anyone expecting it. The invaders destroyed everything in their path and forced their way into towns and villages, but they never managed to reach the center of the kingdom because of this mountain range.Thinking they were dealing with some form of witchcraft or oth

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

“I don’t need your money. I don’t want your name. I’m here because I gave my word.” He leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes dark. “Then hear me clearly. If you sign this, you sign away any claim to me, my company, my family’s assets. You walk away with nothing when this fails. Nothing.” The words "when" hit like a slap. My hands tighten into fists. “Fine,” I hiss. “Sign it,” he orders. I take the pen, but not without a flicker of defiance. I scrawl my name, push the folder toward him. He checks it, then says, “Good. Remember, Isabella, I’m always watching. One wrong move, and you’re out.”