Blade-empire Obituaries Novels & Stories

“I’m confirming.” He stepped closer. “So confirm faster.” I finally glanced over my shoulder at him. “You don’t rush things like this.” “I don’t like waiting.” “That’s your weakness.” His jaw tightened. I turned back to the screen. “Dr. Adrian Vale,” I said calmly. “Declared dead six years ago. Official cause—cardiac arrest.” “That matches what I said,” Blake replied. “Yes.” “But?” “There’s no body.” Silence. Then— “What?” Blake said. “No autopsy report. No burial records. No next of kin claiming the remains.”

******************KAI'S POV*************************** The news arrived while I was still punishing the heavy bag in the gym, sweat stinging my eyes. Mr. Jobes Baker was dead. Natural causes, the lawyer’s email stated. Heart failure. Fifty-four years old. I let the bag swing back and slammed my fist into it one final time, knuckles splitting against the leather. We both knew what natural causes meant in our world. Baker had pushed too deep into the blood mines contracts, the offshore shells, the quiet rivers of money that kept the Voss empire breathing. I had warned him myself. Clearly someone else had grown tired of warnings.

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

All the high-level officials of the empire replied in unison. "I called everyone here today because I wanted to discuss a countermeasure. Hence, I will not hide this from all of you. The Sangruil Sinners have been preparing for hundreds of years this time and they are menacing. I retreated this time because I had been slightly injured after battling the leader of the Sangruilians, Moe Labate," Nimbus said. After he said that. Everyone present was shocked. The emperor was an invincible existence in the entire Milky Way, yet he was actually injured?

The Pillars of Unity, encircled by the heated deliberations, stood as silent witnesses to the political suspense that gripped the highest echelons of power. Amidst the political discord, a new figure emerged—an enigmatic informant who claimed to possess knowledge crucial to the empire's continued safety. This mysterious informant, known only as the Veiled Oracle, sent cryptic messages to the joint Senate, the Keepers of the Veil, and Valeria. The messages, delivered in secret, hinted at the existence of ancient relics that held the key to unraveling the empire's destiny.

Don't worry about it. Triple Blade responded, clearly startled, [Boss, you gave me a heart attack! But wow, digging up my real address? Hats off!] He sent over a string of thumbs-up emojis. Helma scanned the screen, her mind racing. She thought of all the employees at the funeral home. With Triple Blade's reaction, the list of suspects was narrowing. She contemplated for a moment. Emerald Crab: [I'm in Greenville too. Fancy a face-to-face?] Triple Blade, always the enthusiast, chimed in, [Absolutely! You've been an idol, Boss! Where should we meet?]

“Why now? Why risk everything to surface after all this time?” The voice was quiet, deliberate. “Because the empire you stole isn’t as secure as you think.” Dominic’s heart beat a little faster, though he didn’t show it. “Empire or not, I’m still in control. You’re nothing but a ghost chasing a story long dead.” There was a pause, heavy with meaning. "I should have killed you when I had the chance" Dominic said through gritted teeth “You’ll see soon enough,” the voice said softly. “The past doesn’t stay buried forever.”

“We can’t fight this! We need to find a way out before—” The ground beneath their feet cracked open, and the sky above seemed to darken. The rebels, once organized, scattered in panic, realizing too late that they were all part of a much larger plan than they had ever known. And at the center of it all, the masked figure stood, his arms raised high as if commanding the very earth beneath them. “This is your end, Kael,” the figure called, his voice rising above the chaos. “The empire has already been destroyed. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

They couldn't keep this all the time. Now, the only ones left in the air were the Immortal Emperor Wind, the Immortal Emperor Antiquity, the Blood Emperor, and the Evil Emperor. The other Immortal Emperors had all been dragged into the rift in the void. It was unknown whether they were still alive or dead. However, even if they could escape, they would be in a miserable state, not to mention there was a slim chance of escaping.

I spent my days working as a freelance illustrator, trying to save every penny for the baby growing inside me. My phone buzzed. It was a message from an old friend, a girl I hadn't spoken to since the divorce. Eve, have you seen the news? Are you okay? I can't believe he let it all go to hell after you left. My heart skipped. I opened a browser and typed in his name. The headlines were a bloodbath. BLACKWOOD EMPIRE COLLAPSES: LUCIAN BLACKWOOD DECLARES BANKRUPTCY. THE FALL OF A TYTAN: ASSETS SEIZED AMIDST SCANDAL.