Dread Empire's Fall Novels & Stories

LIAM THREE YEARS LATER I looked out the office window, drinking in the mostly barren landscape but pleased to note several small looking saplings, their greenery a welcome sight. The attack on us three years ago had turned out to be widespread, from the Officials and fallen that were aligned with them. Their goal had been to wipe out the things in their way. Mainly us and the “friendly” angels. Of course women were to be taken captive, with the goal of procreating. As in all wars the humans were divided, many defected, choosing to join the side they thought was winning. Our base had gone down significantly in number, but now that the Officials were no more and the fallen aligned with them we

“Your empire is collapsing too. Don’t look so smug.” “My empire?” Delinda chortles, genuinely amused. “Sweetheart, I lost my empire the day Mad-Bishop dragged me here. I have nothing left to lose.” She leans forward, chains rattling. “You, on the other hand… you’re bleeding out and pretending you’re fine. The men are turning on you. The structure is crumbling. And you keep coming down here instead of fixing it.” Lydia’s jaw sets. “I didn’t come here for therapy.”

And we will not let Emma and Renata walk away from the destruction they caused. The fall of an empire doesn’t always happen with a grand explosion. Sometimes, it collapses silently at first—like a crack spreading through glass, invisible to the eye until, suddenly, everything shatters. And right now, Renata’s empire is breaking apart piece by piece. A few hours later, at the company headquarters, everything is pure chaos.

" Ethan laughs as the two teenagers appear to be vying for the best place of origin. "That major migration reaches our frontier, and we suffered a devastating defeat that caused the killing of the leader, showing military power is no longer unbeatable," he continues. “It demonstrates how the empire is evolving as it deteriorates. The eastern region endures for a millennium, while the western region is no longer the political hub. The fall was a gradual change brought on by numerous factors rather than a single incident. “

Even my skin prickled as I scanned the small, abandoned village. Dreadfort was a very historical battle sight between my father’s Kingdom, and the Kingdom that laid just North of us. This village use to be called Winterfreed. It was always known for its wide vast area of trees and best place for fishing spots. When our first nasty drought hit, it caused an uproar. Kingdoms that had once been allies, turned on each other for supplies. Unfortunately for us, we were one of the Kingdoms with the last supply of running fresh water. So Winterfreed became Dreadfort because of all the lives that where taken here out of jealousy and greed. Being the kind man, my father was, he left the territory open

He nodded once, tightly, and stepped back. “But I’ll think about it,” I said. It was enough to keep the door open. He left. I waited until the sound of his steps faded before I let my shoulders drop. The performance was still working. It was also starting to cost more. I stood there a few seconds longer, turning the new piece of information over in my mind. Jakob tested people as a matter of habit. Even his own son. That knowledge had value. I poured coffee I didn’t need. Damon appeared in the doorway a moment later, that same ugly, disgusting smile already spreading across his face as he walked toward me.

“He loses control completely. Board members resign daily. Assets freeze under investigation. The stock drop destroys confidence. My father becomes unstable. He knows the end comes soon.” I watched Havisham slam his fist on the desk. “The fear in his eyes is real,” I replied. “He controlled everyone for years. Now the empire cracks around him. Sarah’s evidence and the network did this. The countdown pushes the final collapse.” Havisham saw us through the window and waved us inside. His hands shook as he pointed at Julian. “You did this,” he shouted. “The resignations, the frozen assets, everything points to your moves. The empire falls because of you.”

But something about his tone made me pause. “What do you want, Daniel?” My voice was cold, emotionless, but I couldn’t deny the curiosity tugging at me. There was a long silence on the other end of the line before he finally spoke, his words slower this time, as if weighed down by the gravity of his situation. “Everything… it’s falling apart, Emily. My empire, the things I’ve built… they’re crumbling, and I don’t have much time.” I gritted my teeth. He was finally admitting it—the collapse of his world. Part of me wanted to revel in his downfall, to finally see him face the consequences of his actions. But the other part… the other part couldn’t ignore the sheer desperation in his voice.

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

*** *Adrian* I gazed pensively down upon the glittering cityscape spread out before me. Thoughts of my vendetta against MID flickered through my mind, and I imagined the spoils of victory that would flood my veins when I revealed to the world how despicable the company was. I had already uncovered a labyrinth of lies and deceit. There were just a few more moving parts I needed to validify before I was ready to begin hammering the nails into the proverbial coffin.