Blood Of Empire Novels & Stories

Serafina POV “Mom! Daddy” I murmured. A cold corpse lay in a pool of blood. “Ah!” I screamed. “No… no!” I gasped, jerking upright, my vision blurring as I tried to focus. My breathing turns uneven, sweat dampening my skin. I look down at the golden gown draped over my body. It appears flawless on my body compared to the memories tearing through my mind. My parents. The image won’t leave.

The sky thundered with each clash, crimson lightning splitting across the clouds. Valen grabbed her by the throat and hurled her into the air. She twisted mid-fall, summoning wings of burning energy that unfurled behind her — made of light and shadow fused with blood. The Blood Empress had risen. She landed softly, barefoot now, her body glowing from within. “You talk about power, Valen. But power without heart is nothing.” Valen’s grin returned, but there was unease behind it. “Do you think love can kill a god?”

Or maybe just the reflection of a man too far gone to care. “You don’t get to choose, Serena,” he said softly. “Blood decides.” That night, I didn’t sleep. His words haunted me, repeating in the hollow of my skull. Blood decides. Empire. Yours too. I wrapped my arms around myself, rocking slightly, whispering into the dark: I will not be yours. I will not belong to this. But blood is a chain you can’t cut easily. And Matthias was the one tightening it. He came two days later.

he hushed me. “Your mum died unjustly because of the blood she possessed, the same blood that flows through your veins right now. I was young and naive, I couldn't protect my mate. They exploited her and ended up ending her life in the most cruel way. Her blood drained and shared between packs.” I gasped I've always known the empire to be cruel, but I never expected it to be up to this extent.

The empire was ash. And from it, Lyla Blackwood would build something no one could ever control again. The ruins smoldered, the last remnants of the Elders’ rule fading into dust. Lyla stood at the center of it all the conqueror of an empire she refused to claim. The Bloodmarked waited. For her command. For the future she had promised. Eli’s voice was quiet but firm. “The world will come looking for answers.” Jorah nodded. “They’ll expect someone to rise from this.”

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.

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

In the darkness, the silver-crystallized blood began to glow — faint but clear, like the heartbeat of a soul returning. The Age of Blood was not just the rise of a new empire. It was the summons of unrested souls, pulling all back to where the cycle began — Bloodroot Vale. And Valenfort, once again, braced for the coming bloodstorm.

“Do you think that the Bloods make a single move I don’t know about, despite their vulgar ambitions?” My aunt knew…? My fingers curled around the map. I stared down at the metal pillars that created the wall behind Oxford, when precious gems and riveted metal recreated Wolve Empire. At the furthest edge were the bronze trees of the Jungles. Light reflected onto the entire empire from the glbutt towers of the Alphas. I traced my finger down the sparkling sapphires of the River Thames, which wound through the middle of the Lords. The covens looked down on the wolves as nothing but glittering toys, just as they could look down through the clockface at the humans as nobodies whose fates could —