Empire Of The Deep Novels & Stories

“Empire doesn't have a specific owner now, it once belonged to an old man named McCall Dean and he died so the government took over it years ago and since then, a lot of people have been in charge of it, and luckily for me, it's my turn. I worked in Empire when Mr. Dean was still alive so luckily I got promoted.” “Wow, I am so happy for you.” She giggled and Hayden rolled his eyes. “You are going to flip when you discover that all of this is a lie and Empire is a fantasy,” Hayden said and she rolled her eyes at him.

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.

His massive hand is splayed flat over my stomach, his thumb tracing a slow, protective circle over the warm, quiet node of our pup. I look past his shoulder at the polished obsidian pillars reflecting the firelight. The continent is finally quiet. The traditionalist elders are broken, the rogues are ash, and the deep jungle packs are on their knees. The North and the South are no longer two uneasy factions; they are a single, unbreakable empire bound by shadow and flame—and the legendary royal bloodline we are about to bring into the world is undisputed.

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.”

He believed Kirin were mythical creatures like the Immortals and Dragons; appeared to be a judge of good, evil and whatnot to ancient beings who lived billions of years ago-- “She was… sold to me when I journeyed far to the Empire of the Inhumane… “ “Empire?--" “Yes. The Inhumane Empire across the ocean… the Yorub-an ocean… “ The Yorub-an ocean known to be the largest and the deepest sea in their world only few Humanes having the potency to journey that far were able to explore it however out of exhaustion with unfavorable winds and lack of sustainable provisions they fell into the deep sea thinking they'd be devoured by the sea creatures they heard from the horrifying sea tell tales existin

churning violently. Something massive... rose from the deep. Steel hulls... armored towers... Natalia’s new fortress, emerging from the ocean’s depths like a ghost reborn. Cold fear settled... She’d built something worse.

“I am the great emperor of the seven kingdoms who united them with my sweat and blood. I am the sovereign ruler and now I have moved beyond the realm of mere mortals. I am the ultimate one.” His grip tightened, lifting General Cade higher. The warriors drew their weapons, but none dared act rashly or hastily. They could feel the pressure in the air—the weight of something ancient that clung onto their emperor like a second skin. They felt something unnatural about the forest and desert which claimed over half their forces. The chambers of illusion and traps they had been through were even more unnatural but this— this was beyond unnatural. It felt worse. It was wrong. The herb lay between th

She aired her thoughts out loud, walking towards the shelf, catching sight of a familiar book cover. She pulled out the book from the stack when she got close enough and a smile formed on her lipstick-covered lips. TULLY by Paulina Simmons. "My Tully." She smiled to herself, a look of admiration on her face as she stared at the book. She was so engrossed in staring at the book, she didn't notice the figure that stepped into the room, walking towards her from behind. "Seems you've found something you love." A deep and hoarse voice spoke from behind her and she was startled, almost jumping out of her skin.

"The forty deep-water vessels have been permanently re-absorbed under our closed-loop encryption. Captain Vance has been detained by Marcus's team. The Pacific Protocol is completely blind." Julian didn't look back at the monitors. He reached down. His long fingers wrapped securely around her waist. He lifted her effortlessly from the chair. He pulled her form flush against his chest. His grip was heavy. It was fiercely possessive. It was thick with a finality that claimed her completely. "The ships are ghosts. The wolves are dead. And the world is quiet " Julian murmured. His lips brushed against hers. The last corporate battlefield faded into silence. "Now close the terminal, Elena. The em

The North Sea was a churning graveyard of grey slate and white foam. Here, five hundred miles from the nearest coastline, stood the Ice Fortress—a repurposed deep-sea drilling platform that had been transformed into a marvel of black glass and titanium. It was a ghost in the water, invisible to Sterling Northwood’s satellites, powered by the very geothermal vents it sat upon. Elena stood on the observation deck, watching the sleet lash against the reinforced windows. She was dressed in a sleek, high-collared military tunic of charcoal wool, the Everett crest pinned to her throat in cold platinum.