Dark Imperium Novels & Stories

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

Two hours of us walking at the front, our shifting form a beacon that drew every eye. Two hours of counting down to transformation or annihilation. The palace appeared on the horizon, black with corruption, bleeding darkness into the sky. And standing at its gates, exactly as we had known he would be— The Void Emperor, ready to become unkillable. Ready to end everything. "This is it," we said to the army at our back. "This is everything."

"Who are you with and why are you trafficking in my kingdom?" "Hahaha!" the hissed man laughed hysterically. "Of course I'm with the Imperial court of the northern continent!" "Why would your empire want a few halfbreeds?" Levi asked. "What is this box?" "A power that can make any beast submit!" "COVER YOUR EARS!!!" Kyle screamed. "ALL FOR THE GLORY OF THE NORTH!!! APERI CISTAM!!!" the hissed guy yelled. Light detonated. It swallowed the room whole, white and blinding, and then the ground vanished beneath my feet. I hit grass hard, the air knocked clean out of me, sunlight blazing overhead like nothing had happened at all.

The shards slide into the silver scar on my forehead like they were always meant to come home. Warm. Heavy. Final. Crown HUD: 41 / 47 → 43 / 47 Strigoi King’s Legacy accepted. New passive: BLOOD OF THE IMPALER (Once per year, you may refuse death for someone you love.) The Forty-Eighth just lost two pieces she thought were forever buried. The blood in the sarcophagus begins to evaporate, turning into red mist that swirls around us, then dissolves into the night. A whisper (ancient, proud, exhausted):

Her weakest point is herself. NEW YORK CITY Hector Exconde's black Lexus parked outside Imperium. The heart of Viktor's oil empire. The guards were informed of his arrival. He was immediately assisted to the executive elevator and his security escorts were forced to remain in the lobby. All his effects were confiscated. Like walking to the gallows, the closest he gets to the elevator, the more powerless he becomes. With one last nod, the person who assisted him pushed the top floor. One floor to another. The indicating beeps on every floor fueled his anxiety. When he reached the top floor, the speaker blared, "Imperium Tower, Gratia Plena."

It piqued me even more, determined to win the battle. But he was set on his intention and right at that moment, I know he regained back his composure. He was able to get loose from me and swiftly rolled on his back and changed our positions. I was under him. Both breaths heaving. His eyes were even scarier than before. His lips were still red because of the shameful stunt. Yet I am here, underneath, meeting that devilish eyes. Testing this powerful Hades towering over me, with eyes enigmatic and menacing. Both his big firm arms on the side of my head, imprisoning me.