Dark Imperium Novels & Stories

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.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

The subterranean citadel was cold, its walls damp with the weight of forgotten wars. Ash Ravenspine stood in the center of the arena, his bare feet echoing on the stone floor as he lifted his arms to the ceiling. His body was a map of scars, each one a testament to the empire's relentless training. Every day, he erased his identity—carving fresh lines into his skin, molding his body into a weapon as sharp as his mind.

Ross tried to approach me a few more times, but every time, Derek's death glare sent him scurrying back. That was Derek through and through. Everything he did—every move he made—was for himself. "Honestly, he does seem way more normal now," Mia chimed in. "They say a reformed player is worth more than gold. If this keeps up, Bella, you're basically a saint reincarnated." It felt like everyone around me wanted this to keep going forever. And without the edge, Derek did seem to be getting better. No smoking. No drinking. No fighting. No chasing girls.

Elara watched the city breathe from the penthouse window. Night lights blinked like promises that never kept. The room smelled of lemon and old perfume. Glass and steel held everything together up here. It fit Adrian—clean, sharp, cold. He came in without knocking. He moved like a man used to being obeyed. He took off his coat and did not look at her. He poured himself a drink with hands that did not tremble. “Elara.” His voice had no heat. “We sign tonight.”

He was pushing her away because he was terrified of what he almost did… terrified of letting anyone close. She wasn’t going to let him drown in that darkness alone. Aurora took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and followed the direction he went. Then she saw Salvatore coming out. She quickly hid for a moment, then slipped past him and followed the narrow corridor. Down the winding staircase, past the guarded doors, through the hidden hallway that led to the underground levels of the mansion;the real heart of the **Imperio Pecaminoso** empire. The underground office was a fortress: cold concrete walls, dim red lighting, long tables covered in maps, weapons crates, stacks of files marked

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

Eventually, though the noise faded as we had got so far from each other. Then just before I went into the tent, I heard some voices coming from the cave. I looked over curiously to see what all of the commotions were. What came out were soldiers carrying chests, which seemed to be full of metal. I was sure it was metal as I could hear it all clinking and clanking against each other. There conversation though I could not really understand… “These old Imperium ruins are the best, they have so much wealth…” “How could you say such a thing? They were all impure. Dam dragon bloodlines, they tainted the bodies of such talented people. Making them all heretics. It was lucky we won the holy war, aga

Exhaustive, brutal training that involved pushing themselves to the limits for the sheer pleasure of surpassing themselves in service of their nation. But…as for the rest of the army, they had other ways to entertain themselves. Namely, sex. The most popular place to visit for this was the infamous Quarter Rouge, the place she personally considered the one dark spot of the otherwise glossy and perfect Imperium. Without a doubt, that was a district where a man like Kaizat-Amun would attract a great deal of attention from both male and female soldiers, and countless civilians besides. Indeed, he wouldn’t even have to pay for any services. The most beautiful and sought-after courtesans would be

she bowed her head and stole a glance at Pietro. He didn’t even looked at her. He opened his eyes, straighten his shirt , and stood up. He claps his hand once and at that, one by one, hybrids show themselves. I stepped back, Pietro held my back and whispered, “Remember what I told you?” It rewinds in my memory: When we got there, stay calm. They might take you as an opponent. Hybrids… half human, half immortal, it doesn’t matter who’s the human what matters most were who were the immortals.