Blade-empire Obituaries Novels & Stories

"Down with the Fake Empress and Emperor!" Cafer stepped away from Ravenna and intercepted the incensed Councilman with the blade of his knife. Ravenna saw the gnomes strange upward thrust into the man's gut with a dagger that looked strangely similar to one she had only heard described before. Birger slumped over onto Cafer as the light began to fade from his eyes. "Glory to the Empress! Long live Empress Aurora!" the Councilman screamed with his last full breath.

They knew Howard was someone no one would dare to mess with when they saw Emery, the respectful Nimbulus Warzone commander, knelt before Howard. 'The Reynolds family is doomed,' Keith and Holland thought. "Commander Steele, as you were!" Howard waved to Emery. "Thank you, marshal!" Emery excitedly replied. He could not hide his admiration for Howard with his eyes. He was a member of the Blood Shadow Squat, and his highest title was the deputy general of Carbonemys, one of the four generals. He had fought alongside Howard through many fierce battles. Yet, for some reason, he left the unit and came to Nimbulus. He still remembered that Howard had once rescued his life during that time. He was

“I don’t need your money. I don’t want your name. I’m here because I gave my word.” He leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes dark. “Then hear me clearly. If you sign this, you sign away any claim to me, my company, my family’s assets. You walk away with nothing when this fails. Nothing.” The words "when" hit like a slap. My hands tighten into fists. “Fine,” I hiss. “Sign it,” he orders. I take the pen, but not without a flicker of defiance. I scrawl my name, push the folder toward him. He checks it, then says, “Good. Remember, Isabella, I’m always watching. One wrong move, and you’re out.”

The younger burst into delighted laughter. The lightness was a fragile thing; it shattered as soon as they left the chambers. Zane pulled his shirt tighter against his chest, feeling the weight of the palace’s eyes and the weight of a name that was not his own. If the court put a noose on Yeonho’s name because of the blade in his hand tonight, it would not be a private death. It would be an execution of cover, trust and plans—everything the mission had promised to protect.

"Fuck, Blake, that's not what I meant. Look, I get it... all these rogue attacks we've had these past few years and your mate being MIA is getting to you. But you gotta look at the bright side, Blake." "Bright side? And just what exactly is the bright side for you, Ty? That I lost meaningful men and loyal members to those fucking rogues? That I almost got you killed last time too, you remember Candice, your mate right? It was my fault she's dead too...Or what about the fact that my mate is somewhere out there not giving a shit to come back?" He hangs his sight, nodding slightly. I was so hoping he gets out so I can continue with my work.

She heard Blanche's voice and the chair instantly swivelled. "You are late." Sumire said and gave him a stern look while looking at the files Blanche placed in front of her one by one. "Traffic." Abrupt excuse, Blanche replied with a smile on his face. Sumire didn't utter a word as she browsed the files her secretary had prepared for her. She read the contents in silence. Two of the business proposals caught her attention. The company names of the proposals are likewise highly peculiar. One is DEATH EMPIRE, and the other is CLEANING COMPANY. "Hmmm..." She hummed, sure she had heard of DEATH EMPIRE. It is a burgeoning company that was built 6 years ago. No one knows who the founder was of tha

Unlike when it was built, the pack house was now bigger, newer, and much more luxurious, and she was the stranger now. Trey, the oldest Chavére and Alpha of Kedar, always argued that the war hadn’t ended and wouldn’t let her return. The news of Nolan’s death two years ago snuffed out Emory’s desire to return to Kedar. Now Larc was dead, too: slashed by a Lycian sentinel two weeks ago.

They would build without needing to bleed first. Back at home, I opened the wooden box again. Inside: The unsigned divorce copy. The first article that questioned me. The Fellowship acceptance letter. The letter to my younger self. I added one more document. A single-page statement transferring final voting control to the next leadership council. No dramatic press release. No farewell speech. Just continuity sealed in ink. The empire had long since learned how to stand without me. That was the point of building it well. That evening, the balcony felt softer.

The Emperor said instead of answering the Emperess. The two kissed their Mother goodnight and left the tent, with Baihe looking back with a worried face. When they had left, the Emperor sat on his bed and sighed. “Well, what happened? Are they destroyed or not?” The Emperess asked, seeing that her husband was not speaking. “We have underestimated Blake Elon,” The Emperor said, recounting everything that had taken place at the fortress; the ability to render everyone immobilized and unable to move his consciousness scared him to his core.

Mangey and I arrived back at the surface, looking around Shattered Inkopolis. I grabbed out my X-Blade “Mangey stay with me” I said. Mangey nodded as we walked down the broken path, I then felt a cold wind chill blow pass me “ooh, I know Emperor did this, there’s no way that all Splatoon species would survive this fallout of the Killswitch” I said scratching my head. Mangey grunted *I know that Inkcanius, but that happened at a time when Emperor got bullied by the same Splatoon community that he just silenced long ago.* “Right Mangey and now Inkopolis is nothing but its former shell of its glory days” I said.