Empire Of The Deep Novels & Stories

These races became famous for being barbaric creatures that dominated other planets, each of them tried to coexist unsuccessfully in the middle of the empire, in a struggle for survival and domination. - Until there is one left. – They said, in the midst of battles for domination. In the midst of this, a messiah appeared in this world, which they said could bring peace, killing other creatures, until those who wished to unite in a great army to subjugate other races along the way. In search of their destruction other smaller races allied themselves forming a new empire less that the few grew adding other creatures to their contingent in a great army.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

They were the Lords of the Transition, and the world was finally realizing that the only thing more terrifying than the monsters in the dark was the unit that kept them at bay. The "Deep-Note" from the Mariana Trench hit a new frequency - a resonant, booming sound that shattered the windows of the Arch’s lower levels. "She knows we’re coming," Xander said, his golden visor reflecting the flickering teal lightning of the Pacific storm. "Good," Evangeline replied, the sapphire ring in her eyes glowing with a lethal brilliance. "I have a few notes I’ve been dying to play for her." The "Resonant Rebellion" had moved from the forests to the deep. The "Iron Crown" was heavy, but as the jet engines

"Too shiny. Too fast." "Aethelgard," Aradaa whispered. He felt the cold creep up his spine. "The Empire from across the water. They cut their link to the global network decades ago. They never felt the Reset. They’ve just been sitting over there, growing steel while we learned to grow grain." The ships began to circle, deploying swarms of black, insect-like Harvester drones. The pine-scented air turned acrid. "They’re looking for us, aren't they?" Kaelor asked. He stepped off the porch, his boots crunching in the frost.

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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

Monster Emperor Taras replied with a malicious grin. Monster Emperor Taras gazed at the sun with his red eyes as he gestured slightly. All the Suns started dropping towards Tsarayu at rapid speed Monster Emperor Taras turned to look back towards Tsarayu but found the spot empty. Before he could do anything, all the Suns dropped on the empty spot, creating loud explosions and craters. The whole ground was filled with them, but the ground below monster Emperor Taras was safe and sound As monster Emperor Taras knew that Tsarayu wasn't there, he looked around and saw something which made him cough a mouthful of blood due to anger.

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“I do.” Magnus covered his mouth with one hand, though I noticed the corners of his lips twitch. Even Ragnar looked suspiciously close to smiling. I narrowed my eyes at all three of them. “You planned this.” “No,” Ragnar answered with complete seriousness. “We merely expected this reaction.” Valerian pushed the top book a little closer to me. The leather cover looked older than anything I had ever touched. “The Founding of the Iron Fang Empire.” The second followed. “Political Structure of the Northern Kingdoms.”

Empire was a legend. For more than five years, there had been no confirmed appearance. Governments had searched for them. Corporations had offered astronomical sums. Powerful families had attempted to recruit them. Every attempt had failed. Some claimed Empire had retired. Others believed Empire had died. A few insisted that Empire had never existed in the first place. But Zeke knew better. Empire was real. And if Daniel Han wanted to start a war... Zeke would make sure he had the strongest weapon available.