Empire Novels Novels & Stories

There was a king-sized bed with a custom black sheet, matching the black satin embedded headboard and the pitch black wallpaper, with the painting of a crown in the middle and the name KING boldly written under the painting. Probably, it was his room....but if it was, why then did he direct me here? Keira couldn't help but beat herself to the question while feeding her eyes with a tour around the room. There was a black shelf on the other side of the bed and it had tons of books neatly arranged in each of its cubicles. "He must love reading to have these books on his shelf." She aired her thoughts out loud, walking towards the shelf, catching sight of a familiar book cover.

The witches of the kingdom of the northern territory were closing the borders and preventing some exiles from reaching their kingdom, due to the advice of the witches of the north who would not want the war to reach them, they would have nowhere to run but hide in the own icy kingdoms. It is clear that some number of immigrants leave these kingdoms, fleeing between the stations and heading towards Lovecraft County, it turns out that during the hunts the order of the hunted organized expeditions and searches through those cursed regions. As he ran, he felt a certain surge of adrenaline, his heart rate accelerated, his muscles locked in place, and his stomach abruptly disappeared, leaving behi

“Gather every man we have, drag those bastards to the old field. I want their heads severed and mounted on the streets like flags. They think they’ve gotten brave, they think I have gone soft. Let me remind them who rules this city. Let me remind them what happens when you dares to touch what’s mine.” I ended the call with a tight grip, my knuckles pale from the pressure. I had built this empire on blood, fear, and loyalty and it seemed some fools had forgotten. They’d learn again tonight. Turning from the window, I barked another order into the intercom. “No one is to go near my wife, Not her family, not my family, not even the fucking maids unless cleared by Oliver himself. I don’t care wh

It felt like a place where a person could be plain and not be hunted. Sophia came in with mail. She dropped it on the table and sat hard. “There’s a note,” she said. “In the box. From someone who knows the old name.” Elara’s hands froze over the grinder. “Did they open it?” “No.” Sophia’s eyes were quick. “I did not. I want you to decide.” Elara took a breath, held it, let it out slow. She thought of the life she had left. The divorce that never said the child existed. The talk in boardrooms that would never learn about a small beating heart. She wanted the world clean, small, and private.

After a few minutes of heavy silence, the conversation began. He opened the conversation by explaining the nature of the contract. “One year of contract marriage. No feelings, no intimacy, no sex. Just total control over you and public appearances.” He paused briefly before continuing. “Isabella, let me tell you briefly about myself. From day one, I don’t believe in love, and I rarely have feelings for anybody.” He paused again. “The sole purpose of this contract marriage is to secure the empire for me, because my grandfather demanded I get married before he hands over the empire to me. My days are numbered. I was given 30 days to get married or lose the empire.”

The modest healer who spoke little and never let anyone too close. Until the twin Alphas of Red mountain stumbled into my sanctuary. They were legends even before they crashed through the vines and broken marble columns. Kain and Darius. Twin terrors of the largest pack in the northern wastes. Cursed by the old gods never to find a mate, doomed to rule without softness, without release, their rutting reduced to brutal, empty conquests. I smelled their power before I saw them—dark pine, smoke, and raw, frustrated testosterone that made my hidden cock twitch traitorously beneath my gown.

Lorenzo’s hand instantly flew to the holster beneath his jacket but I raised a hand stopping him. I looked at Luke, completely unbothered. I had been hearing his pathetic insults since I was a child. He was a weak spoiled child. He had the legacy, but I had the brains and the brutality. That’s why our father had passed him over to let me run the empire until I completely took over kicking my own father out of the board seat. "Keep drinking, Luke," I said smoothly, not even slowing my pace as I walked past the staircase. "Maybe one day you'll finally drink enough to forget that I own the roof over your head."

Like a house with all the lights turned off. Under his left sleeve, I saw the jagged edge of a scar. A gunshot wound. I'd heard the rumors. In the last five years, Gwen had become the undisputed king of Chicago's underworld. He ruled with an iron fist. No one dared to challenge him. The price was endless war and bloodshed. His eyes scanned the room, and then they landed on me. And stopped. We just stared at each other, the noise of the reception fading away. Five years, gone in an instant.

Not the river. A different body of water. Still. Reflective. “You don’t visit the old skyline anymore,” Pierce said. “I don’t need to,” I replied. “Why?” “Because it’s inside me now.” He nodded. Understanding without explanation. Back home, I opened a new notebook. Blank pages. Not for memoir. Not for legacy documentation. For reflection. I wrote one sentence at the top: An empire is not what you build around you. It’s what you refuse to let collapse within you.

Tyr had the book, and Seren couldn’t let him take it away. “Seren, that book is related to an upcoming global disaster. Our mission is to return this book to Dragun Squad. We must not allow this book to fall into the wrong hands,” Jabir explained. “A great disaster? What a joke!” Seren exclaimed. “This is hilarious! Why do you even bother to make up excuses if you want to take this book for yourself? You’re a joke! The Song of the Empire was created to collect the fortune of the Vraniel Dynasty of over 400 years. Give me that book right now. It’s a family heirloom after all.”