Dark Consortium Stellaris Novels & Stories

Returning to the hotel, Riyjin Tsuki laughing was telling everything to Darkness-Star who was returning from a meeting with some interested in conquering other worlds, when they stayed cuddled on the couch watching television, later that hour, receiving visits from their new partners. - You're a great negotiator. – Darkness-Star praised him. - Thank you darling. – Riyjin Tsuki said. They would return to Argyropolis Lovecraft County afterwards. Meanwhile, elsewhere. There was a news item that ran on the news. The worst psychopaths weren't from his rogue’s gallery, but his associates, those charming cockroaches, who had charisma, were friendly, look like conquering heartthrobs, businessmen and

Black market ports. “We’re not dealing with the old underworld anymore,” Sera began, voice cool and clipped. “Lucrezia isn’t just resurrecting her empire—she’s mutating it. We’re looking at something hybrid. Military, political, criminal. And it’s being backed by anonymous wealth.” Bruna tapped the largest cluster of pins—Hong Kong. “She’s building her new core out here,” Bruna said. “Weapons. Genetic black market. Possibly even experimentation.” “Experimentation?” Valerio narrowed his eyes.

"If we leave them alone, they’ll tear each other apart before the first moon rises. They don't have the 'Bond', Silas. They only have the 'Hunger'." The Lead Engineer, now a flickering shadow of grey static, let out a chilling, mechanical laugh. "The 'Bond' is a 'Subscription Feature', Sovereign. The Architects didn't include it in the 'Biological Invasion' rollout. We wanted a world of 'Alpha-Consumers'—beings who take what they want without the 'Ache' of accountability. You gave them the power, but you kept the 'Conscience' for yourselves." He gestured to the window. "Look at your 'Legacy', Silas Blackwood. It’s the perfect 'Market'."

A familiar voice sounded as I turned to him. Lucian Vaughn, a famous rouge from blood moon pack, the most rebellious rouge I have ever heard of, I wonder how he has made it alive for this long after years of being wanted but never found, somehow he has gained his freedom back after deciding never to step his feet in his pack. Now he is alone and roaming around… What the hell is he doing in Paris? “It is Alpha Cassius to you, I could easily kill you right this instant if you don’t pick your respect.” I warned and turned to get into the car.

, she gazed at Dominic as if she were a lost hen. "Please communicate with me. Please stop ignoring me," Dominic begged. Helena did not answer when he called her a thousand times. To her, Dominic almost seems to have never existed. "I assume you have seen the prize I have prepared for you? Or do you still require me to explain it to you?" I used a soothing voice and sideways glances to give the impression that I was addressing an unseen entity. The volume of my voice gradually rose as I stroked my rage, which was itching to explode on Dominic. Suddenly, I sensed someone's hand on my leg. Keeping my eyes focused on the floor, I saw it was Dominic. He was sweating on his forehead. His face had

Bellatrix Sinclair Bjorn personally escorted us to The Rebel’s Creed base. I’d admit that the resistance has exceeded my expectations, they have created their own Kingdom within this dome with a system of supply and demand chain. With all the secrecy surrounding The Rebel’s Creed, I expected an undercover base and home within tunnels in the sewers. This was a city solely for humanity to exist without the disturbance of wolves. Something gnawed at my mind, wouldn’t it be easy to find them? They resided in a dilapidated Kingdom; Lazarus wouldn’t overlook such a thing.

- collectors of debts, takers of lives. Their presence strikes fear into the hearts of even the most hardened men. Each one a force to be reckoned with, ruthless and merciless. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Viktor Ivanov, the Strategist. Alexei Sokolov, the Ghost, is the most quiet and reserved member but he's as deadly as a viper. Mikhail Volkov, the Butcher or the Volk and then we have Nikolai Rostov, the Punisher.

"It feel‌s too qu‌i‌et, Damien. We spent years⁠ in t‍he cross⁠hairs of a shadow war. To have it end with a board vote and a press r‍elease‌… it feels like we’re waiting for th‍e other shoe to drop.‍" Damien turn​ed then, his ex‌press‍i‍on unre‍adable. The scars of the last few months were still etched i​nto th​e lines⁠ arou​nd his‍ mouth, but‌ there was a new, dangerous stillness in h‍is eyes. "That’s because‌ it’s no‍t an end. It’s a re​structuring. The board thinks we’re being altruistic, and the press thinks we​’re cleaning up our image. They‌ have no ide‍a that b​y opening the re⁠gistry, we’ve effec‍tively mapped the entire underworld. We aren't⁠ just gov‍erning the sh‍ips a⁠nymor‍e, Cel

, she thought. Kristina and Roxan proceed to the parking lot and leave. While driving Roxan teases her Madam, "Madam, it seems that Mr. Gracer likes you." "Dear, men are polygamous in nature. They were born that way. And in our industry particularly in sales, they have the same color. They all have a sweet tongue. So be very careful." Kristina said. "You mean Madam, you don't like him. He seems so gorgeous and yummy!" Roxan excitedly said to her.

Reina continued, "Well, when a human dies, his soul travels to the underworld. That much we know. However, a darkling's soul doesn't do the same. It appears to vanish out of thin air. What if it doesn't vanish at all? Instead, Moros collects it and uses it to strengthen himself. Daemons feast on spirits, but of course, souls from the underworld are off-limits as they all belong to Hades. That’s the only logical assumption." "It can't be," gasped Noah. "What's wrong, Noah?" worried Maura. "I know what he's trying to do," replied Noah. "Care to enlighten?" scoffed Erika. "Remember how we planned to save Elpis before? We gathered the darkness and sins among mankind to open a portal to Tartarus