Novel & Cerita Dark Imperium

DIMITRI’S POV There was no scenario in which I could survive this marriage contract I got myself in... politically, morally, or even with what little remained of my conscience. I had known this. I recognized it the way one senses something is wrong with a foundation before any cracks become visible... You can feel it beneath the surface, that subtle settling, that quiet shift beneath everything. But tonight, something had completely broken loose.

Soldiers shouted at it to press forward and it tried, but the earth beneath its feet was no longer cooperating with forward in the way that earth cooperates with forward when it is simply ground, and the beast stumbled in the way of something very large that has misjudged the reliability of the surface it is moving across, and the stumbling became a fall, and the fall became a roar that was surprise rather than threat, and the roar became a dropping away, and the earth split open beneath the creature with the decisive crack of something that has been asked to open and has opened, and the beast went down into the sudden darkness with the sound and the fury of something enormous that has encou

What I became. And that’s by design. Because if she ever truly saw the extent of my darkness, I don’t know if she’d stay. So I keep my distance, even as I orbit her like a dying star. Close enough to feel the heat, far enough not to burn her alive. My gaze drifts past her, over the water, to the empire I’ve rebuilt. The ruins of the Dominion Society now rest beneath my feet, buried under concrete, steel, and silence. They once called themselves gods. Immortal. Above reproach. They held court in boardrooms and think tanks, behind the closed doors of governments and markets. They believed power was their birthright.

His gaze lingered on Isla longer than on Lucian, as if he were calculating a new kind of war, one not fought on paper. Damien gave a low, bitter laugh as he leaned back in his chair. “The empire’s untouchable now. Together, you’re both untouchable.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. They flicked once to Lucian, then back to Isla. “But even empires crack from the inside.” Lucian’s jaw tightened, but Isla’s lips curved, sharp, fearless. “Then you’d better pray you’re not standing under the ruins when it happens.”

And in Cynth's insane ideas he'd been left with a gift, however waning it now was. As he did when he used his gift, Valerik pushed from his within him, and when he felt it rise, he pulled from without. He felt the impact as the wave hit him, rushing into him. At first, he felt terror, then pain. So much pain it hurt even in his head. His mind flashed with old visions, ancients thoughts, and graceless wars. The pain of shadow fire scorched in his memories and a trauma once overcome bubbled for supremacy. Loved ones died and enemies won. Darkness smiled with a bitter grace and a predator stalked within, before and behind. Paralysis took him as it does all prey and he was powerless before it. H

I replied curtly. “Emily, you’re mine and you’re mine forever, whether you like it,” he continued in a calm tone. “You can do whatever you want with me, but leave them alone. Don’t touch them, they don’t answer to me,” I replied just as dryly. “Wow! Little princess claws out! My dear, you are in no position to negotiate or threaten. I remind you that you are in my territory. One command and you’re dead,” he replied sadistically.

From where she was, she could see God's perfect sculpture. Caraline couldn't deny that the man in front of her was captivating. The carvings of his face, cheeks, nose, eyebrows, skin tone, and beady eyes that so captivated her were priceless masterpieces. But she knew perfection belongs solely to God. The paralysis in Deric's leg was like a black spot on the charm the man had to offer. Once again, Caraline had to say that Deric was like an angel with broken wings. "How long are you going to look at me like that?" Deric smiled faintly. "Don't you have to go to work? I don't want you to be late."

You have your orders, find those that are marked and bring them to the island, the rest of them eliminated. A great roar went up as they organised into platoons and headed across the border nowhere would be safe for the humans they had brought about their own destruction. The Immortals were organised and powerful, they had immense strength and they had the numbers now that they had their Alliance the humans really did not stand a chance.

"Even our brothers sell us off for cheap change, and the battle our fathers from century fought and conquered, are the what in an ensemble we turn a blind eyes to, yet we suffer with gritting teeth." The hope for a utopia, was immersed in despair. The leadership was as it has always been in a typical dilapidated era, ruled by only power hungry lords. Ekryons, are the names of the emperors who ruled the four continents -Empire- that survived the last war: the servants of the god Ekron.

"Lets hope they bring something good. Once decryption is done have our navigators examine them. Maybe we can get a fix on our position. Any Intel on the faction?" "Those ships seem to belong to the Imperium Hominis, whatever that may be. Horvath found some corpses floating around in there. They appear to be human, only not as we are used to. Some have tech sticking out of their body, whatever purpose that may serve. Initial analysis says that these 'Imperials' are fighting those dagger ships." "Good to know we're not alone. If we encounter more daggers, or gods forbid, more powerful ones we may need to look to these imperium guys."