Black Onyx Empire Novels & Stories

I just wish I could see her again. I got called to a council meeting for the Empire leaders. The room was dimly lit, mainly for the vampires. The Empire leaders were all sitting around at desks that formed a large circle around the room. The Kings sat with their mates or chosen Queen by their side. And it's going like it always does, pitiful."That rogue queen Nuala needs to be taken down." Dragen Blackheart said. He and his wife Violet were the representatives of the Blackheart clan. His short black hair was gel straight back and his face was a milky white. His eyes were dark and held no life to them. He wore a long black cloak over a black suit. His wife's long blonde hair was pulled into a

one of the Royal Guard's emissaries said. For eight years, Illarion Black sank the fangs of his power. Kingdoms that want to submit under Anarka's rule will be protected. Still, those who oppose her rule will be mercilessly destroyed by Illarion Black. The black-haired man was the current Black Emperor, the ruler of the entire Southern Continent now known as the Dark Continent.

Serena Sutton was my fiancee, but she wanted to marry my bodyguard, Evan Brooks. The man was a cheat. I didn't want her taken in, so I took her to see for herself what he really was. While the two of them were fighting, a car came through at speed and killed him. And Serena hated me for it with everything in her. In the third year of our marriage, she killed our son. I was in so much pain I was coughing up blood, and she put a knife in me. "Adrian, this is what you owe me for Evan." Only then did I learn that she had never forgotten him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the second before I meant to expose him. This time, I'm staying out of it.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

“Emperor, there is no such thing in my possession,” Prince Kin denied immediately. “It won’t be hard for me to track down the exact person who sold it to you…and then I will go on to destroy their whole chain of trade and production. After all, you are aware that love potions are illegal in this empire, are you not?” Ren said as he stared down his younger brother. Prince Kin seemed shocked at Ren’s apparent threat.

My reflection was a stranger—thinner, paler, with eyes that looked like they had seen the end of the world. Back in New York, the empire had reverted to its darkest form. Adrian had taken the reigns of Blackwood Global with a ruthless efficiency that made the old Chairman look like a philanthropist. He had scrubbed the "Monroe" name from the letterhead, citing the "fraudulent" will and the "unstable" nature of the former Director. He reigned from the top floor, a king of a hollow mountain, though the stock prices were propped up by fear rather than innovation.

After that, I will destroy your whole fucking empire before dipping my hand into your chest and pulling out your still-beating heart. The threat rang like a cold, dead bell in his head. How could he forget…? “Your fucking empire is already at the brink, and that leaves only one part remaining.” Even without seeing Mr. Black, Moore could tell the devil had a dangerous, mischievous smirk on his face. Then Ste-phen’s repeated words made his head reel. If his son was dead, his empire about to be destroyed, that left only one part… Oh shit!

The applause continued, but I was lost in his eyes, in the life we had ahead of us. Adrian Blackwood’s office had always been a sanctuary his kingdom of control and power. The glass walls reflected the empire he’d built from the ground up. The city sprawled beneath him, a vast sea of lights, cold and indifferent. His empire was untouchable, a name feared and respected worldwide. The polished mahogany desk, the shelves lined with awards, each a marker of success. Blackwood Enterprises had been forged in fire and loss, a monument to his genius and ambition. But tonight, as he sat alone, it felt more like a tomb.

Not the river. A different body of water. Still. Reflective. “You don’t visit the old skyline anymore,” Pierce said. “I don’t need to,” I replied. “Why?” “Because it’s inside me now.” He nodded. Understanding without explanation. Back home, I opened a new notebook. Blank pages. Not for memoir. Not for legacy documentation. For reflection. I wrote one sentence at the top: An empire is not what you build around you. It’s what you refuse to let collapse within you.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l