Dark Imperium Novels & Stories

A beastman barely out of his teens, he had clawed his way to the pinnacle of military command, a testament to his ruthless ambition and undeniable skill. These two monsters, sent as the vanguard of the Beast Kingdom's invasion, were a grim portent of the Empire's fate. Lance couldn't shake the feeling that the Empire was facing an insurmountable foe, a tide of darkness threatening to engulf them. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that victory would be a pyrrhic one, a triumph bought with the blood of countless innocents.

Ran bowed his head. Olgarias tilted his head to his private servant and raised his eyebrows asking if he had something to say to him. "I went to the Battle of Blood as you commanded me, Prince," Ran replied in a flat tone, his face was growling paler. "Then?" He questioned simply. "The battle has ended, Prince." "So.... who is the King of Imperium now?" "Lord Nrikawn Callan."

And after seven years, Seraphina still had no proof. Only suspicion. Only anger. Only a promise she refused to break. Outside, lightning flashed across the sky. For a moment the city turned white. Then darkness returned. And somewhere beyond the storm, Damian Blackwood was completely unaware that his worst nightmare had just been hired. Monday arrived too quickly. Blackwood Tower was even more intimidating in person. The skyscraper pierced the clouds like a blade. Employees flooded through the revolving doors. Expensive suits. Luxury watches. Perfect smiles. Power.

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

"Simple, to create other beings and the first thing he created were the six gods. Ashton, the gods of dragons also known as king of fire. Asmodeus god of the demons and the king of hell, Zachary god of sorcerers. Rosalyn goddess of the vampires and known as the blood queen, and Iris goddess of the fairies. Last of course is Kamaria aka the moon goddess and my mother." Simion and I sat still for awhile processing on what she just told us. I reach over to his hand to hold it to reassure not just him but myself as well. As I touch Simion hand his first reaction was to flinch but calmed down fast when he looked at me. He held my hand tightly. "I'm sorry Skylar but if Kamaria is your mother, then

She replied as she thought over what her father said. The Nagoka pack is dangerous and she assumed her father hoped for her to ask for a vacation outside, so that he can get her away from here. Serena had wanted to go on a trip for some time now but she knew now was not the time. She was aware her dad, Jeremiah, was concerned about her, after all the outcome of the whole ordeal cannot be predicted and they are werewolf not sears and one thing all were fully cognizant of was, that pack is a force to be reckoned with and they have some powerful connections. There are some rumors of them having a connection to someone very dangerous, someone even they didn’t dare cross. But it went without sayi

Because of this, he met the same fate as Alpha Trent. I reach the next pack, the Shadow Blade Pack. There are lit torches everywhere. I see a lot of pack members are enslaved and malnourished. They are all forced to create daggers and swords. The smoke from their forging ruins their lungs as they cough while working. I confront Alpha Harrid about his pack, and he welcomes me with a sword. He tries to kill me but fails. After a few seconds, his body lays lifeless on the ground. I free his pack members ordering them to stop working and rest. While in Alpha Harrid’s office, I find a dagger with a moon design on its handle and take it as a souvenir. I tell the Shadow blade pack that they will ne

All I can do is to assure them that after I’m gone I will always watch them from heaven And I'll always be there for them in the afterlife. I woke up in the morning and everything is white. I walked around until I saw a way ahead of me. I ran that way and finally I stepped foot in a beautiful garden. The place is full of flowers and small trees. So many birds and butterflies are flying around the area. I saw a fountain and I walked until I reached it. The water was so clear suddenly an image appeared on it. I saw my family and my beloved woman crying in front of a grave.

The only thing about this form is that I might be able to help Kate. My future is bleak and undetermined, but I must return to help Kate. I know the white wolf has come for her and Belle. I must get to her and help her before she descends into the darkness, just like her mother did. I could not live with myself if Kate went into the darkness. She nor her child deserves that fate. Why must the imperials be cursed with this? Damn you, Rainwater, you started this. You left your child to take on your fate. You should have faced this fate and left your children out of this. This is your debt.

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.