Blood Of Empire Novels & Stories

Rome had bowed beneath our rule, Milan had been reforged in blood, and our enemies had learned the price of testing the DeMarcus family. But dominance didn’t end with territory. It needed permanence. A legacy that could not be erased. And now? Leonardo and I weren’t just ruling—we were creating something eternal. The walls of our estate had been built for empire—for deals struck in the dead of night, for war planned between the turning pages of history, for control that never wavered.

A human has been found roaming the empire and seeking information. My blood boiled at the thought of the human. Not even the idea of feasting on it excites my vampiric spirit. I would rather starve to death than have anything that has to do with a human being in my bloodstream. Watching them get humiliated and abused is a soothing sight for me. Those good-for-nothing pests do not even deserve to exist. The audacity the moron must have had to step foot into my empire has to be studied. Every human that breaths on these lands is only meant to serve as a meal to the vampires or pets and sex slaves to the werewolves. Everyone is entitled to whatever they desire to do with them. Only that this pa

Make it so. Raul’s amber eyes narrowed as he watched warriors sparring below. He had built an empire of blood and iron, yet the thought of mortality gnawed at him like a disease. He had daughters now—four of them. Beautiful, fierce, and unclaimed. The Moon Goddess he once believed had cursed him by never giving him a son. But now, he thought, it might work to his advantage to have all these daughters.

Rulers forged by blood. And somewhere in the shadows, unseen eyes watched. A whisper slithered through the corridors: “Empires never end… they just change hands.”

And Nathan, burned and trembling, knew exactly what that meant: The empire was about to bleed.

“Let’s all boycott Lincoln Enterprise and stop buying their stuff. I’m sure they’ll go bankrupt soon. Maybe they should taste some hardship for once!” One voice rallied another until people started throwing things at me. They were playing on the crowd’s resentment of the rich. Regardless of the truth, most would take Vanessa’s side. I hated trouble, so old me would have paid to make it stop. Luckily, I had been through this chaos in my last life due to my father’s death and knew how to handle it. One phone call, and he arrived with bodyguards, parting the crowd to get to me. He held up a stack of papers. “Everyone, don’t be fooled by this old woman.

“We go to the board first. We get ahead of this.” Alexander nodded. “And if they believe her?” “Then we remind them that blood builds empires, but it takes far more than blood to sustain them.”

The sight of her caused his blood to boil with irritation and resentment. How dare she raise her filthy hands to slap him? No one has ever done that, not even his father; Tony Kings has ever raised his hand to hit him. Who the fuck does she think she's? I'm so gonna deal with her, she'll regret ever messing with me. He vowed to himself, glaring daggers at her. "Bro, you've got to calm down." Xander, his best friend, cajoled him and he sighed exasperatingly, pulling himself from Xander's grip.

From that day, whoever was born with crimson red eyes was considered the royal bloodline of the Bliaviroth empire. ' Sigh! The cruellest truth is the crimson eyes hold the power of manipulation. They can suppress the low ranking werewolves and rule over them easily...' I sighed in relief because it was something which helped me in becoming the emperor. The civilians accepted me as their new emperor very easily without any hesitation. " We have cleaned the blood soaked sheets, your majesty. You can now rest," the nurses informed and walked out of the bedroom. The fishy smell of blood was invading my nose. I looked at Aly and said," I can't tolerate the smell. Can you spray some perfume oils n

A deal. And yet, it already feels like a war.