Empire Of Silence Series Novels & Stories

E C S T A S Y Joel creaked open Emily's door as silently as he could,thinking she was asleep. He entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Where are you coming from?" Emily who was standing by the light switch asked and immediately switched on the light. For the first time in his life,the CEO of EMPIRE WORLD CORPORATIONS felt chills down his spine as he stopped in his tracks. He had always said it, the woman standing before her was the devil. She-devil.

“This human body looks good. It’s a perfect hideout for you. Nobody would dare guess what lies under that soft pair of eyes. But… whatever you want to know, I am afraid, I can’t tell you anything…because(she turned to face him), I don’t know anything.” “Oh you do, Empress. And I knew it from the very beginning that you would make it difficult. The kings and queens don’t like easy things, I guess. Well, let get it the hard way.” Saying that Silvan approached Empress vastly, but was stopped in the middle when she just changed her eye color warning him, “STEP BACK.” Silvan marched ahead with a, “Oh, you pathetic Empress… but I don’t follow orders.”

His vision spun—figures blurred and swayed, the world too heavy to hold onto. “I’ll take your silence as a yes”, Emily hurried, her voice trembling despite the confidence she tried to muster. She knelt beside him, her hands rough and urgent against the cold, blood-soaked ground. Her new found clothes,rugged, the kind that spoke of someone who had been running for far too long. And then, the darkness swallowed him whole once more. (The next morning)

The battles she fought in silence? Axel tilted her chin up, his thumb tracing her jawline. “Talk to me,” he whispered. She met his gaze and, for once, she didn’t hide. Instead, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was something deeper. A silent plea, a moment of surrender. Axel responded instantly, his hands slipping around her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, his touch burning through the silk of her dress. Elara clutched at his shirt, anchoring herself to him, losing herself in the one place that still felt safe.

The parchment feels electric even through my numbness, like touching lightning through glass. The fire sputters again—an ember hissing against silence. Or maybe that's my heart, forcing itself to beat normally. To hide what churns beneath. What can never be said. Never be acknowledged. Never be allowed to exist outside. Empresses can not be distracted. The thought cuts through my mind like a blade, threadbare from overuse but still sharp enough to draw the correct response. Empresses do not grow weary. Do not dream of their brother. Do not feel their fangs ache when they think of—

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.

I'll be back. I know. You better be. I will. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She picked up the book. Clara's book. The one she didn't understand. Opened it. Read the first page. The words still blurred. She kept reading.

Lena asked looking around. “They can all come to the building”. His hand laid flatly on my back anchoring me to move forward. “But not towards this quarter again. This floor is closed”. Silas answered. As the elevator doors slid open and we stepped into the quiet enclosure, the adrenaline finally began to fade, leaving a hollow, echoing silence in my skull. My mind raced backward through the names of the people who had built this empire, the people who had kept the secrets, the people who had watched me bleed.

Chapter One : The Betrayal Maya’s POV The house was quiet. Too quiet. I stood in the middle of the living room, holding the red file close to my chest. My hands were shaking, not from fear, but from everything I was about to give away. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I had spent years hiding who I was. I had told myself I wanted a simple life, that I wanted someone to love me—not my money, not my position, not my name. Just me.

The club was quiet again. Too quiet. Dominic sat alone in the back office, the door half-closed, lights dimmed. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, untouched. He wasn't drinking tonight. Not really. Just thinking. Always thinking. The meeting earlier had been short — some dealer trying to push a new batch of product into Dominic’s territory. Sloppy, desperate. Dominic barely listened. He was tired of men begging for chances they didn’t earn. He’d built this empire from blood and silence, not noise.