Blade-empire Obituaries Novels & Stories

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

Damian’s stomach dropped. Before he could respond, a news alert flashed across the central screen. Breaking News: Two Senior Executives from Wilson Empire Found Dead After Being Thrown from Skyscraper Window. Investigation Ongoing. The entire room went silent. The world seemed to stop. Damian’s heart hammered in his chest. “Jesus Christ…” He gripped the edge of the desk, staring at the news feed. Lancaster. Only one man could move that fast, strike that hard, erase a company within hours.

He looked like a ghost, which, according to the digital world, he currently was. He handed her a tablet. The headline on the Global Financial Times was screaming in bold, black letters: VANCE EMPIRE CRUMBLES: ALEXANDER VANCE PRESUMED DEAD IN MALTA EXPLOSION. SILAS VANCE DECLARES CHAPTER 11 BANKRUPTCY. "He’s fast," Elena whispered, scrolling through the article. "Silas is already liquidating the offshore accounts. He’s telling the world you died in a 'tragic accident' during a routine inspection of the Malta facility. He’s erasing you, Alexander."

the man blurted. “I’ve been in a coma for so long that I don’t even know which mafia empire that is,” Enzo sighed. “Probably a useless one,” Leone shrugged. He knew all the mafia empires around Italy and beyond and had their names at his fingertips. He had heard of the Velcan Empire, and it was one of the useless empires that aspired to be at the top of the food chain. “What a waste of time,” Leone scoffed, landing a heavy kick on the man, making him fall flat on the floor.

“My wife is gone. My soul is in pieces. My wife is gone, and now your son might’ve taken the last light I had." I jabbed my finger into his chest, shaking with rage. "If she doesn’t make it, I won’t be a man. And you—old friend—would be the first thing I destroy.” I stepped closer, eyes locked. "If she dies, Blade… I’ll dismantle you. Not with bullets, but with everything I know. The world will see you as I do—a monster in a suit." He said nothing. The weight of the empire we’d built pressed down on both of us.

“Yes, sir. Shall I get something for Madam, too?” “Sure, go wild. Pick what you think is best.” Emmet, finally smiling again after days of misery, pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Hello? Mr. Grant? Hey, I figured I should call you now—won’t have much time to catch up later, what with all the business deals coming in.” “No, nothing serious, just... you know, BM Group wants to collaborate with us…” “Hey, Mr. Blade…” By lunchtime, word had spread through the entire business world.

Other than Sachin, three more figures fell from the sky, and Tyr knew all of them well. There was the Reverend, whom Tyr and Dillon had joined forces to kill back in the Blade Hero’s tomb. The second figure was Andrastre, one of the Four Emperors of the Celestial Empire. The last one was Tyr’s biggest sworn enemy in the first half of his life. It was Dark Shura! “What the hell? F*ck me!” Tyr retreated to the side. His gaze was moving back and forth on the four of them. He felt like he was losing his mind.

“If you must know, I call myself Marshall but my birth name is Caspian Blade and I am the biological father of Casper Blade.” People began to take pictures instantly. Only people aged sixty and above would remember the story of Caspian Blade. He was announced to have given up the heirship of the Blades for love, forty years ago. Two years later, he was pronounced dead. Tilly was horrified, her hands clamped to her mouth. “But, you are dead.” “Is that so? How can you be sure?” Marshall asked expressionlessly. The woman was so shocked that she had forgotten the ongoing war, spilling,

Before he sat, he looked at Myllyof’s chair, and then left it empty and sat across from Termâs. “Be seated,” Termâs said. They all sat while Cai remained standing behind Termâs. “Sacio, Börnir, Toor, Kéman, Fëornir, let me welcome you to Careath once again.” All the leaders acknowledged him with a bow of their heads. Termâs looked at the empty chair next. “Let me begin with the sad news first.” He drew in a deep breath. “It is true…Myllyof, our beloved Emperor, and friend is dead.”

Ryan sighed. “I miss the days when our biggest problem was a bomb in a church.” Emily picked up another document from the folder. Her eyes scanned the page slowly. There were handwritten notes along the margin. Edward Knight’s handwriting. Daniel leaned closer. “What does it say?” Emily read the line softly. “If Helios fails, the empire collapses.” Ryan blinked. “That sounds dramatic.” Alexander replied quietly— “It wasn’t.” Across the city… Inside Blake Industries headquarters. Sophia Blake stood in the massive strategy room again.