Dark Imperium Novels & Stories

Beams and lances alike turned everything inside into dust and magma. Many of the Discordians concentrated their fire on some of the heavily armed destroyers and cruisers in the Imperial fleet. Their plasma lances bore into their chitin with such intensity that they ripped right through in moments, chewed into everything along their path, then punched out the other side. Dozens of Imperial ships collapsed in on themselves as their punctured demimatter systems ate everything around them.

"Evan, I'm very sorry for what I did. I was so stupid and--" "Jasmine. I don't want to upset you or anything, but I'm not going through this with you again." "Can I ask you something?" "Go ahead." "Okay. What if you had come from a background where nothing was ever enough, and you grew up as the provider for Emma and Emily, and you were my personal assistant and I was the world's strictest boss." "Is this going somewhere Jasmine?" "Please listen, I need to get this off my chest."

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

Each word landed heavier than the last. “Let’s see how your family feels,” he added quietly, “knowing you’re here… suffering.” Luca’s chest tightened, panic flickering beneath the surface. Adrian straightened, stepping back completely now. Distance. Control. "Welcome to hell, Luca. This isn’t a game anymore. I’m not… kind. I don’t apologize. I don’t reward weakness.” He pulled back, his face a mask of impenetrable indifference, leaving Luca sprawled on the bed, naked, aching, and utterly, terrifyingly alone.

"Their forge is ash. The mountain belongs to its people. If you are an imperial remnant coming to claim old debts, you will find only iron at this border." The undead envoy let out a dry, rattling sound from his throat—a sound that might have been laughter four hundred years ago. "Imperial remnants?" he echoed, his socketless eyes flaring with a sudden, violent burst of violet flame. "The Council were children playing with matches in a powder keg! They were upstarts who found our old containment engines and thought themselves gods because they learned how to drain blood for power. They didn't build the inverted spire to rule. They built it to keep the deep asleep!"

Its funny how he was just standing there relaxed , sitting on his high horse watching unbothered as his loyal subjects dragged me to his hell . But I know there was nothing unbothered him , he was tempting me once again . I swear , if the devil ever made a deal , he doesn't even need to speak . His black eyes filled with the sheer indifference in them , spilling the demons out of his eyes was more than enough to entice or terrorize his victim . Depraved he called him , I didn't understand it then .After all he was everyone's golden boy . With excellent grades . Infamous Quarterback

“Y-You can’t die! Not like this!” “I-It’s over now, Mallory. You’re the one who brought yourself into this m-mess.” Madison said weakly. Farkas came to her to help her to stand up. “T-The battle between immortals has ended. I-It started with you, and will only e-end with you.” Mallory turned to ashes and perished. Just like that, her evilness ended. The superiors won and lived in a safe environment after the inferior leader died.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

To be a fortress, a system of allies rather than a web of personal connections. When the head of his father’s security detail sat him down that night and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the fatal car crash that supposedly killed his parents had been staged, he didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. It was the natural way for them to go. With assassin’s bullets in their skulls. If whoever killed them had expected the empire to crumble, though, they were woefully mistaken. There was absolutely nothing that could shake the company’s foundations, not while he was alive. He would never disappoint his father and mother, not even in death.

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.