Empire Of The Dark Novels & Stories

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.

To be honest, facing such Super Power, even I were a little bit reluctant to say that I can win, even if I throw Nuclear bomb at the Empire several times, I doubt that it can make a dent on their vast land. But one thing that is good about the Empire is that they were very hostile to the Church of Light religion, as they openly worshiped their own belief, which is the God Emperor, that is right they worshiped the emperor as if he was the god himself. Egoistic and most definitely full of themself, if I might say, but then again I don’t really blame them after all, it was the Monarch decision to shape his society to the mold that he desires. But another matter that made me worry about the Batt

On the ground are the rotting corpse of the beast folk and what seemed to be human soldiers who had their battle. The crows and the vultures circle above and gather around the corpses, singing to their feast. Seeing that there were no children and women from among the corpses, the Emperor felt that there was hope. But the reality has suddenly dawned on him: someone used the mark of the empire to do this to the beast folk. The reality of the Dark Order’s threat has just dawned on him. But the Emperor will soon leave the mortal realm and pass his empire down to his son without even finding anything about the Order.

The two strongest Empires constantly fought among themselves, without involving Oer Dakhar, the ruler of the Iri'es'shar Empire, the Ruler of the entire Dark World, into these squabbles, and he himself never interfered in the affairs of these two Empires. In total, there are seven Empires in the Dark World, and each of them has one who rules a particular territory, thereby maintaining order throughout the world. Oer Dakhar, on the other hand, sometimes leaves his Iri'es'shar Empire to visit others and check their integrity: to punish someone, and to reward someone for their faithful service. But he never interfered in internecine affairs: if two Empires are fighting, then there is a reason f

His entire form convulsed, cracks of golden light bursting through his darkness. He screamed in a raw, terrifying sound that rippled across realms. “You cannot destroy me!” he shrieked. “Darkness is eternal! I have built an empire for myself and, a realm. This is my world, not yours!" The Moon Goddess stepped forward, each stride shaking the ground. “Darkness may be eternal, but you are not.” And with a whisper: “Be undone.” The moonlight flared, exploding outward. It tore through the darkness, shredded the shadows,

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Nick's POV The screeching of the tires pulled me from my annoyance. The car rolled over the marbled courtyard of my father's mansion. The bright sunlight bounced off the polished hood of my sleek black Jaguar. The world outside looked buzzy. The neighborhood still maintained its clean calm essence, just the way he liked it. Just the way he believed everything should be. But inside me, it was anything but perfect. My jaw clenched as I turned out of the block and onto the sleek road.

The darkness had taken hold of her, and she was its willing servant, bound to do its evil bidding. And so, she set out on a path of destruction, leaving a trail of darkness and despair in her wake. The Blackwoods, once a powerful and respected family, were now a force of evil, feared and reviled by all. The darkness had won, and Emilia was its queen, ruling over a kingdom of shadows and terror. As the days passed, Emilia's power grew stronger. She could control the shadows with a mere thought, summoning them to do her bidding. She used her powers to manipulate those around her, bending them to her will.

The other four stood off to either side, close enough to their Prince while leaving enough space to show respect, though they didn’t look too happy. I make the mistake of shifting my gaze to one of his guards. The Wyre is just as tall as his Prince, just as muscular and lean. Just as powerful. His dark hair is trimmed short, unlike his Prince. Scruff lines his jaw, concealing the sharp edges I know lie beneath. With the two of them standing so close, I can practically taste their power. Bitter. Metallic. Dark. “Princess.” My focus snaps to the Prince. His voice is cold and expressionless, a deep rumble within the back of his throat. That one word is enough to send shivers cascading down my s

This stranger made him look like a mere schoolboy. He seems to absorb all the darkness in the room and extradite it in the form of pulsing power. The kind that promised to go deep within your mind and expel your darkest secrets. The same power that threatened to rip the skin off your bones if you get too close. And as I stare at him, all the breath leaves me.