Novelas y relatos de Echoes Of Empire

“And if you’re wondering what to do next… just love. Big. Loud. Quiet. Deep. Messy. Beautiful. That’s where the empire begins.” She leaned back, smiling. “Still us. Always.”

"This is why I need her." .... Marcus drew his weapon. "What is that?" "An Echo," Emma whispered. "A fragment of Grimkeeper himself. A piece of his soul." The Echo turned its gaze to her. "Child of mine," it said in a voice layered with a thousand screams. "You have come to the altar of your undoing." Long shifted, preparing to attack, but Emma raised her hand. "No. Let me speak to it." She stepped forward, facing the Echo. "I am not your child. And this is not your world to claim."

Pov: Jane Jansen I struggled to keep my eyes open through the pain as it engulfed me. He stood above me with a malicious smile on his face. My executioner. There was no pity in his cold unfeeling eyes and I stared into the cold empty dark orbs as he pulled the lever. The sound of the blade dropping was the last thing I heard while I swore vengeance on them. On all of them. Everything here was different from home. From the people to the smell to the exotic foods they had. It was an experience that made my heartbeat race, forcing adrenaline to run free across my lithe body. Tonya was glad to have me and she showed me around.

They were wizards, in Kade’s eyes, of making the world of the rich and powerful dance to their tune. He was too young to remember a time before Sinclair and Associates—their first, noisier, more public child, in a sense. By the time he was born, the empire was firmly established, its roots sunk deep in the foundations of the city. It wasn’t until he was a newly-minted teenager that he understood the full nature of what it meant to be at the head of that empire. What it meant to be a Sinclair and to carry so much power, so openly in his name itself.

And now her body was aching. ​The alley tilted sideways. Her vision blurred dark at the edges, and the noise in her ears turned into a heavy ringing sound. Her knees turned completely to water. The fierce anger was still burning hot in her chest, but her battered, exhausted body simply couldn't back it up anymore. The blood loss, the hard strike to her calf, and the impact to her head finally caught up to her all at once. ​"You're crazy..." she rasped out, her voice barely a whisper against the cool night air.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

A voice echos infrastructure of me. Oh no, we've been caught.​

Recognizing. A low sound echoed from beyond— Not a voice. A reaction. “Yes…” Emily whispered. “…I remember now.” Marcus’s heart dropped. “Emily…?” But she didn’t hear him. Didn’t see him. Because in that moment— She wasn’t here anymore. Not fully. Fragments of something ancient flooded her mind. Wars. Destruction. Creation. Cycles repeating again and again. And in every single one— She was there. Not as Emily. As something else.

"Impressive, but can your echoes truly stand against the currents of time?" Elysia's eyes blazed as she met his gaze. "Our echoes are unbreakable, and they shall resonate with the echoes of all who have fought to preserve this realm!"

The gemstone hit the bottom with a sharp crack, the sound echoing like something breaking inside me. Vincent, our game is over, I thought quietly.