Black Onyx Empire Novels & Stories

With the increase in strength, he was able to repel his arms away from my grip. "You are an Evil Spirit!" I recalled. Oren smiled, and introduced himself, "I'm Imperator Nero Cladius Divi Claudius filius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, the Black Emperor of Ancient Rome." "Wait, the infamous emperor known for murdering his step-brother Britannicus, with whom he was meant to relinquish power, and proceeding via his wife Octavia, whom he abandoned for his mistress, Poppeaea?" Sahra recited. "Why does he look so proud, being seen as a bad guy in Roman History is definitely not a good thing. I personally don't want people to know," Gwyneth said.

Emma’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. The luxurious office on the top floor of Black Tower smelled of expensive leather and power. Across the wide mahogany desk sat Alexander Black — the 32-year-old billionaire whose name made people tremble. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp grey eyes that seemed to strip her naked without even trying. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of hard chest. “You’re late,” he said, his deep voice low and commanding.

She leaned in and whispered something in Sofia's ear. Sofia's gaze sharpened, and her smile froze. "Are you sure?" Anna nodded firmly. In the next second, Sofia's expression changed dramatically. She let out a sharp, panicked scream. "Has anyone seen my crown? My diamond crown is missing!" "What crown?" Vincent frowned immediately. "It was a coming-of-age gift from my father," Sofia said, her voice trembling as she forced out a sob. "It has five ten-carat diamonds on it. It's priceless."

Enforcers lead their own crews, my warriors & muscle. The Shadows work separately. Surveillance. Infiltration. Intelligence. They report to me alone. Even the Omegas evolved — Quartermasters, Ciphers, Fixers. Logistics and information win wars just as surely as claws. “Alright, chaos,” I murmur under my breath, “Let’s see what you’re planning today,"

"You shoot a foreign advisor in the street, you ruin everything. You spent a year building the East Pier infrastructure. Clean contracts, the union's trust. You build a legitimate empire, and now you want to burn it down over one rat?" "The empire doesn't mean a damn thing if you're bleeding out on a hotel floor," Dominic tore his arm away. He walked to the bar, poured a double of bourbon, the crystal clicking sharp against marble. "You think articles protect you on the asphalt? The street only respects force, Lina. And I own the street."

Standing at the center of the ritual platform was King Lucien Draven. He looked every bit the ruler the empire had come to fear and respect. Tall and broad-shouldered, he wore ceremonial black armor engraved with crimson runes that shimmered faintly beneath the eclipse. A long velvet cloak flowed behind him, and the ancient crown of the Night Empire rested upon his dark hair with effortless authority. His striking crimson eyes remained fixed on the altar before him, revealing nothing of the thoughts hidden behind them.

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.

she said. Adrian examined the photo. "No, it's not. This feels personal." Meanwhile, in a dimly lit café across town, a man watched the world pass by through tinted glasses. Christian Voss sipped his espresso, a slight smirk on his lips. Beside him, a polished woman adjusted her scarf as if trying to hide herself from the world, her eyes fixed on the screen of her tablet displaying Black Empire.​ "They're starting to notice," she said. Christian leaned back, satisfied. "Good. Let them. The game has just begun."

The amber liquid caught the dim light like fire. “There are four empires,” he began. “Four crowns that shape the underworld—and the world above it.” Smoke curled from his cigarette as he gestured lazily with his hand. “The first—you already know well. The Black Dragon Empire.” His lip curled faintly. “Your old stomping grounds. Filth in tailored suits. The rot under the city’s skin. They run the dirtiest businesses—guns, drugs, flesh, laundering—and when things need breaking, they’re the hammer. Most of the crimes staining our streets? Their fingerprints are on them.”

"The real CEO is right here next to me." She looked at me proudly. "The real CEO is Maya." The room was silent. Bryan's eyes went wide. "What?! " One of the other board members spoke up. "That's impossible…" Tasha smiled. "Oh, it's very possible. She's the daughter of the late Mr. Daniels. The founder. Maya inherited the company three years ago." People gasped. Everyone was staring at me. Even the man—the other CEO—was staring at me now, but not in shame. With something like… respect.