Concordia Blade Empire Novels & Stories

I could feel her hesitation in her voice. " We can argue later. Hit me on my head. " I said to her. " You can pretend. " She said. " He is Duante Rego, The Mafia Emperor. He will easily get this. " I heard footsteps increasing, " He's coming. Do it fast. Give both guns to Duante. You know the summary. " I said. She nodded and hit me with the back of the gun on my head. I felt hot red blood, dripping down. It got black all of a sudden as I hit the ground.

Clandestine Empire. An empire consisted of different regions where mages and non-mages co-exist. The north was protected by people with earth affinity magic, south with wind, east with water, west with fire, southwest with lightning, southeast with ice and the northwest with plants while the northeast had magic affiliated with animals. Aside from the different territories under different lieges, the outskirts were composed of free cities. One of those cities would be found in the southern outskirts. The South City was also known as the Lawless City.

Blade asked, giving them a deadly stare. "She was to be the next Luna of the pack. But as you have found yourself a mate, won't you make Azura your wife instead—" Blade crashed his fist on the table, separating him from the elders. His actions caused the elder to stop talking. "Don't you dare repeat those words again. Because if you do, I won't think twice before I dethrone you from your position and feed you to the wolves. I have taken enough of your trashy talks. And if you have come here to discuss Azura and her father, then I better inform you that I do not care about her. She is a vampiress who needed more power, and I needed blood. We are fucking friends with benefits. I hope you do no

“What are they doing K?” A brief pause. “Waiting," The word settled heavily between us. Waiting meant discipline. Intent. Planning. “Stay on them. Do not overcommit. Keep moving for now, draw them away from the pack” The sound reached us before the comms clarified it — a low, distant concussion that rolled through the treeline like approaching thunder. Too close. "FUCK, Morgan we've..," static cracked & Kieran's voice stopped. "Impact near checkpoint two. Thermal spike confirmed. That wasn’t engine trouble.” Evelyn confirmed.

I snapped my head up. A sight of a handsome face and a broad frame. Tall. Dark blond hair. And those eyes. Ice blue, colder than snow, looked at me with an unforgiving gaze. Jump back on my feet quickly. I pulled the knife from my side-slit dress and lunged at him. He dodged too easily. Blocking another attack with ease. It irritated me. “What’s happening, Sera?” Kael’s voice came through. “I’m surrounded by Ventura men, and Zavier Ventura is here,” I whispered.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

Elena’s POV The air was electric. Spotlights cut through the night sky above the Helix-Tower, their beams crossing like swords. Screens the size of buildings flashed the crest of our newborn empire: Evexia Consortium – phoenix rendered in platinum and obsidian, wings outstretched over a globe. I stood behind the bulletproof glass, watching the sea of reporters, global executives, and masked rivals gather like moths to fire. My hand gripped the silver podium tighter than I meant to.

“When we came down from the penthouse, there was no way for our observers to have anticipated that. Now we’ve given ample time for whatever concierge or doorman is on the Oriri payroll to have notified them of our movements. Which makes the return journey the really dangerous part.” Raven breathed out, slowly and heavily. “Listen, I know you’re all in favor of paranoia and all that, but the concierge? Really?” “Why not?” Kade refolded his napkin. “I know they keep Frederick on the take. And besides, I control most of the concierges in each of the Lu siblings’ buildings.” She knew she shouldn’t be surprised. She knew the world she was in now, this cut throat race to be alone at the top. It wa

There are weapons that wait. Not for hands, but for excuses. Not all blades crave blood. Some hunger for silence, for the unsaid word, the undrawn line, the simmering resentment that can curdle unity into fear. In the long hush that followed the birth of peace in Eldoria, such a blade waited, patient and poisonous—a splinter in the soul of a realm trying to heal. They called it Virelance, the Blade of Dominion.

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.