Blade-empire Obituaries Novels & Stories

"I just received word that our executors in Obsidia were murdered by Caleb, including my son! That's why I won't let you save him!" "Impossible!" Gigi bellowed. "You need proper investigation before making accusations! And letting a candidate be murdered without intervention is treason against the Emperor!" "Hah!" The First Elder of the Middleton City House of Arms bellowed back. "I'm already being nice not doing anything to him myself! But everyone else wants him dead, so just sit tight!" Then, pointing at the gray-robed figure, he finished, "Also, that man is from the Imperium. You'll be dead if you go—I'm doing this for your sake!"

Chloe's long legs clad in high heels had just touched the pristine tarmac asphalt when the emergency siren of Vanguard base let out a deafening roar to ears! BOOM! A giant electromagnetic blast (EMP) cracks the sky, extinguishing the ground base's entire radar, electricity, and lighting systems in a matter of seconds! Pure pitch darkness swallowed the runway. Only the pale moonlight reflected off the hundreds of pure silver katana blades that were unsheathed! Hundreds of mutant ninjas, The Jade Syndicate's elite squad of beheaders, had surrounded Alexander's jet in pure scythe formation! From the middle of the killing squad, a black palanquin was lowered. The porcelain masked man steppe

What he didn’t know was that Aurelia had already secured it, using methods and connections far beyond his imagination. Beside the contract rested a sleek black card, Unlimited, No spending limit, A gift for him. Everything was ready. Aurelia checked the clock again. 6:30 PM. Still no sign of him. She hesitated, then picked up her phone and called. The line rang three times before connecting. Alexander’s voice came through, hurried. “Aurelia? I’m busy.” “I just wanted to” “I’m working overtime today. The company’s overloaded. If it’s not important, don’t disturb me.”

Aster glowered down at them and asked, “Just tell me what are the vile things that the Emperor did and I’ll think if I’ll spare your life or not.” I watch in horror as one of them kneeled forward to Aster. It was Advisor Thompson, the coin master who manages all the wealth of the Empire, “Y-Your Grace, it is true that the Emperor was the one who sent all those men to annihilate the Bentham Clan, resulting in the death of your parents. It is w-well known in every corner of the Empire after he brought the head of your father here and displayed it in the pike for everyone as a warning for those who w-wanted to oppose the regime,” Thompson stuttered. His hands were both shaking while confessing

But no, she left him there and now, he's dead. He died without her telling him she's forgiven him for what he tried to do. He died with the guilt of his actions and she's to be blamed for it. No one else but herself. "Keira Logan....almost nineteen years old and you're a student of Camden university..."The taller one of the plaid shirted men, listed endlessly, staring into the file he was holding.

"What is your duty? To serve the Emperor's will! What is the Emperor's will? That we fight and die!"—chants from Warhammer 40,000 (videogame) (Content Warning—this chapter contains scenes of graphic violence and gore, reader's discretion is advised.) ** Ides of January, 41 AD The raw cry of—"Traitors!"—ripped through the torch-lit tunnel like a banshee’s wail. “Die!” SWISH THRUST “Urk—”

Matthew took a deep breath and exhaled. “Ahem. Good morning everyone and I wish you all a wonderful day. As you know, I am Matthew Dragunov, the newest Dragon Emperor of Destruction after inheriting my ancestor’s power. I have heard the many questions you all have and am here to answer them. As of now the Scarlett Empire remains our enemy. Although my friend here inherited the Scarlett Witch’s legacy, she is not an ally of the Scarlett Empire either. We both seek no quarrel with any one, but we will not simply stand idly if you seek to harm us.”

I held up a file, "you never attended any alchemy academy. Your so-called 'noble education' was just social etiquette and flower arrangement classes." A gasp went through the crowd. "The Silverclaw territory will be seized by the Council," Ethan announced. "All assets are frozen, pending further investigation." Liam watched in despair as his empire crumbled. He slowly turned to me, the arrogance gone from his eyes, replaced by a desperate plea. "Harper... please..." he tried to crawl toward me. "For the sake of our nine years..." "Nine years?" I took a step back, away from his outstretched hand. "You didn't seem to care about our nine years when you exiled me."

~ Doris ~ It had already been five days since Blade died, yet it still didn’t feel real. Every morning, I kept expecting someone to tell me it was all a mistake. That Blade would walk through the doors with that calm smile of his and tell us we were all overreacting. But reality was cruel. Blade was gone. And today, we were finally laying him to rest. We couldn't keep him hanging in the silence of the morgue anymore…Blade wouldn’t want to be trapped in the cold for too long

“I assume you’re going to tell me regardless.” “Mr. Stan is finally stepping down! His health has taken a turn, and the board has decided it’s time for one of his sons to take over. The eldest, Edward Stan, is coming back from abroad. He’s been gone for nearly ten years. No one really knows much about him — he’s like a ghost. Mysterious, wealthy, and apparently ridiculously handsome according to the rumors.” Joy leaned forward, lowering her voice dramatically. “I can’t wait to see him. Imagine — a powerful, brooding billionaire walking through these halls. Maybe he’ll shake things up around here.”