Empire Invincible Novels & Stories

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

Zeke winced. “First it was the minotaurs.” Posy stated. “Then Nerius.” Hunter pointed out. “Those two mermaids.” Indrick finished. “I’m sorry Empress, but you are a damsel in distress.” “Oh no.” Oz whispered. “A damsel?” I yelled. “I...I am not a damsel in distress! I am an Empress! A powerful woman!” “You are, Empress.” Hunter agreed. “However...you do seem to be taken a lot. I mean I was knocked out and you were snatched.”

His voice, amplified a thousand times over, echoed through the cavernous depths of the Iron-Port, drowning out the roar of the furnaces. "Workers of the Iron-Port. Citizens of the Lower District." Down on the floor, the laborers froze. The overseers looked up in confusion. "My name is Tristan," the voice boomed. "You know me as the Viper. The Empire told you I was dead. The Empire told you the God-Shell was invincible. The Empire tells you that your suffering is necessary for the greater good." Tristan leaned into the microphone, his blue eyes blazing with a cold, terrifying fire.

Let them fight. Let them all bleed. Let them all burn if they must. But in the end, the empire stands. I stand. And they – every last one of them will kneel.

“For the first time in a long time…” She smiled. “…I’m not planning ten steps ahead.” “That’s new.” “Yes.” She took his hand again. “But I do know one thing.” “What’s that?” Adriana looked into his eyes. “I don’t want to face the future without you.” Luca’s smile widened. “Good.” “Why?” “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Outside, the lights of Manhattan shimmered beneath the night sky. The war was over. Victor Hale’s empire had fallen.

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

he ordered before picking up the horn. "Attention unknown vessel. This is the Battlestar Invictus. Identify yourself or you will be fired upon." A few tense seconds later the radio crackled to life and a calm raw voice answered. "This is the Imperial Navy Carrier Ark Imperial to the ship claiming to be the Invictus. Respond!" Ark Imperial? The mightiest carrier in the entire navy beside them! The Imperial lieutenant could barely believe what his ears were telling him. He thought they had passed this ship long ago with one of the jumps. Apparently the old ship was faster than he thought.

We were fighting it the way we loved each other. With violence. With precision. With inevitability. With a bond reckless enough to reshape kingdoms. And God help anyone who stood in the path of a story like that. Because empires crumble. But storms with names? Those live forever.

With that, he pulled a gun from the back of his waistband. Another shot rang out. Guards scrambled for cover, weapons raised as they returned fire. “Who the hell are we fighting?” I snapped. “It looks like the head of a rival family I refused to ally with through marriage wants to show me exactly what I turned down,” he snapped. “How did they breach a place this secure?” I asked. Zavier fired another shot before answering. “My grandfather wants to teach me a lesson. Scare you. Or maybe kill you in the process so he can marry me off to the woman of his choice.”

To be a fortress, a system of allies rather than a web of personal connections. When the head of his father’s security detail sat him down that night and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the fatal car crash that supposedly killed his parents had been staged, he didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. It was the natural way for them to go. With assassin’s bullets in their skulls. If whoever killed them had expected the empire to crumble, though, they were woefully mistaken. There was absolutely nothing that could shake the company’s foundations, not while he was alive. He would never disappoint his father and mother, not even in death.