Empire Invincible Novels & Stories

“I’d trade the empire a thousand times if it means keeping you. You’re not my weakness, Lucy, you’re my only strength.” Her tears soaked his skin. “Then fight for it. But don’t fight alone.” Before his reply could form, a shrill alarm echoed through the estate. The house systems had been hacked, again. The screen on the wall flickered to life. Greg’s face appeared, smirking into the lens. Behind him, flashing lights of the press burned through the night. His voice slithered through the speakers, filling every corner of the mansion. “The DiMarco empire was built on lies,” he declared. “And tomorrow, I’ll prove it.”

I looked very calm and I was more controlled than ever because I knew that right now I was going to be unstoppable “Some empires deserve to fall flat on the surface without any chance to ever stand up again.”

“I was checking the company card expenses because Marcus asked me to reconcile parking charges.” Marcus. Ethan’s finance director. “What does that have to do with Camille?” “There are charges from Bellmont Crest.” I sat straighter. “How many?” “Four.” My hand went cold. “When?” Nina started reading the dates. The first was the week Camille moved in. That made sense. The second was four days later. The third was last Friday. The fourth was last night. I stopped breathing properly. “What time was the one from last Friday?” Nina became quiet.

I asked the soldier as he was turning to leave us. “The Flame Dragon Empire…” the soldier replied in a low voice. No more needed to be said. All our eyes dropped to the floor as the full-scale of the situation sank in. There was no way we could win a war against the Flame Dragon Empire, the biggest, wealthiest, and most ruthless empire in this region. This war isn’t something totally unexpected, rather it was just a matter of time before our land along with many of our neighboring towns would be under attack.

I said, my tone as quiet and icy as the morning winter mist. "Yes, my dear?" "I built this empire out of the wreckage of men who thought they could own me," I said, every word dropping like a lead weight. "You want my company? Come and try to take it. But bring a larger fleet than the one currently sitting in Singapore. Because I am going to burn Vance Maritime to the waterline." A brief, sharp pause hung on the line. Then, Damian let out another chuckle, but this time, the warmth was completely gone, replaced by a dark, sinister chill that made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

The void rumbled, and the Demon-slain Finger showed its power. The terrifying giant finger rushed toward the Fiend Emperor. Boom! Boom! The storm continued to rage, and the entire starry sky trembled without stopping. Various energies within tens of thousands of meters could crush Empyrean Immortals easily. This was a war of Immortal Emperors. No one else could interfere at all.

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.

“Single combat. Your continent’s champion against the Emperor’s chosen champion. No armies. No artillery. If your champion wins, the Iron Fleet will turn around and leave your shores forever. If our champion wins… your continent surrenders, and you, and the child, belong to the Imperium.” Liam stepped up to my side, his voice dropping into this frantic whisper like he was trying not to break. “Luna, it’s a trap. They know Dante is crippled. They want to force a surrender without losing a single ship.” I knew Liam was right. The Emperor wasn’t being honorable, he was being ruthlessly efficient, like efficiency was a religion. But then I looked out at the three hundred dreadnoughts blocking ou

— Typhon Defense Fleet Devastators: 4 Carriers: 12 Battleships: 23 Cruisers: 90 Destroyers: 307 Frigates: 554 Fighters: 1005 Mecha: 1468 Drones: 2497 Turrets: 1545 - Imperial Invaders (fleeing) Devastators: 0 Carriers: 3 Battleships: 0 Cruisers: 17 Destroyers: 78 Frigates: 223 Fighters: 317

However, the next second, Vincent shot to his feet, a desperate fire igniting in his eyes. No. It's not over. As long as he lowered his pride, apologized properly, and reminded her of what they once had… She would forgive him. She had to. As he frantically began planning how to win her back, even imagining how he could use the Costa family's power to strengthen the Russo family in the future… The door burst open. His consigliere stumbled in, his face pale, his voice trembling with panic. "Don… something's happened! "Our northern arms line has been wiped out!"