Blade-empire Obituaries Novels & Stories

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.

Anything to numb the gnawing pain. Suddenly, the intercom on the desk crackled to life. "...can't believe that stupid bitch just walked away." It was Eliza's voice. I frowned. Who the hell was she talking to this late? "Your plan was perfect, Eliza," a man's voice answered. "Now that Flora's gone, you're the lady of the house." Marco. The whiskey haze vanished. I was instantly sober. That son of a bitch. He set up the ambush. He got my brother killed.

"What is she looking for." Priya hesitated, the kind of hesitation that meant she'd already worked out a theory she wasn't fully comfortable saying out loud yet. "The Baldore Heritage Trust isn't the only inheritance mechanism that family has," she said finally. "I did some digging into the trust structure last night, the same one Sam originally flagged. There's a secondary clause, buried deep in an amendment from almost thirty years ago, that ties inheritance eligibility not just to bloodline confirmation, but to the absence of any competing claims from other verified descendants."

Alpha Blade POV My eyes went to the wrist watch on my hand and I couldn’t help but notice that Emily was forty minutes late. A pint of beer was dropped on my table and when I looked up, my eyes met the stern eyes of the old lady that owned the coffee shop. “You shouldn’t have come here, Blade.” She said. “It’s too risky.”

Alpha Cyrus drew his sword from his sheath. My heart was beating, I couldn't die like this. Not now, not here, I had a whole life in front of me. I crawled backward slowly and the guard held me steady. "I find you, Hope Embers, guilty of treason and I hereby sentence you to death by beheading under the full moon in two days time." My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.

They stared at the severed limb in terror and shook so hard that their souls nearly left their bodies. "Does anybody recognize him? Oh, I think his name might have been Chad Spencer… Yes, Chad Spencer," Blade said with a cackle. He then pretended to sniffle and wipe his tears away, saying, "Poor man. He was such an unlucky guy that he got run over by a car this morning while leaving the house. Even his arm fell off. I feel so sorry for him." Blade pretended to look very upset, but the sight only made the shareholders tremble in fear as they looked at him like he was the Devil himself.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

Grace nodded quickly and wiped her face when Karim spoke from the driver’s seat. “I think I’m missing Rian the most,” he said quietly. Blade turned to him. “Who’s Rian?” Karim spared him a brief glance. “The intel guy. That was his name.” Blade’s expression shifted, sorrow flickering across his features as he remembered how Rian had gone with Niko and Tomas to back up Vladislav only to die alongside them. Silence settled again, heavy and raw. The rain outside had slowed to a drizzle, the sound faint against the car roof.

The years I’d spent building toward a revenge that had her name written into it before I ever watched her dance, before I heard her laugh, before she grabbed my arm in the dark like I was the only solid thing in the world. She wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t either. “Sir.” Bruno appeared in the doorway, folder in hand. “The Milan board needs you in person. Important matters. Seems like it can't wait.” I looked at him. “How urgent?” “The lawyers used the word immediately, sir.” I nodded once. “Book the flight for tomorrow morning.” “Yes sir.” He didn’t move. That meant there was more. “What else.” “Movement near the eastern perimeter last night. Nothing confirmed yet. Could be nothing.”

“Forget it. I don’t need it.” She stood up and swung her hands, imitating wielding a sword, and said with a smile, “The Emperor’s death shocked the world. The Black Shadow General of the Southern Plains announced that someone had used the Blade of Justice to kill him. I know that the Black Dragon is the only person who can wield that weapon. I hope you’ll stay true to your morals and not become a treacherous authority. Then, my brother will rest in peace.” Yvette waved goodbye and left with a smile.