Empire Of The Sun Novels & Stories

The nursery lights steadied. Then the sun rose at midnight. Ra's boat had arrived over New York. A voice like noon over desert temples filled the world. WITNESS? NO. The windows turned gold. The old sun looked down. I REQUIRE WORSHIP.

I asked and she stared at me with a huge smile. "I’m singing... and I’m letting our little sun see the beautiful empire he will rule." Her response was quick, succinct and I could not resist as I approached her and wrapped her in my arms. "Our little sun?" I asked with a smile too big on my lips. "Well... it may be a moon as well, if pulling at you will probably be, but mortals often call the princes heirs the little sun of the empire." The mortals. Smile. "So you think we’ll have a child?"

His throne, an elaborate seat of blazing gold, was set atop a dais, encrusted with sunstones that shimmered with every step he took. The air was warm, always perfumed with the scent of molten amber and sweet nectar. His chambers were adorned with tapestries woven from sunbeams, depicting the many victories he had claimed over the eons. It was a place of immense power and unbearable heat—a fitting abode for the god of the sun, where only the most resilient could withstand the intensity of his presence.

The grand obsidian court was dead silent, save for the hum of the twelve black-iron battleships maintaining their permanent, suffocating orbit over the glass skyscrapers outside the broken ceiling. The foreign kings had signed away half their wealth and fled back to their vessels in absolute, sweating terror, leaving our new empire officially consolidated. ‎ ‎I stood beside the high-backed Sun-Iron throne, my midnight-blue velvet suit absorbing the ambient violet-gold light pulsing from the room's energy nodes. The star-shaped scar on my right palm was hot, entirely locked into the capital's central infrastructure mainframe.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

And far beyond the plateau — echoing through valleys, forests, and coastlines across the entire continent — millions of wolves lifted their voices in one single, harmonious howl, rising and falling together, acknowledging the sovereign yet to be born. Lawrence turned toward me, eyes burning bright with love and awe. He slipped his arm firm around my waist, drawing me close, resting his hand protectively over my belly — while the whole empire knelt before us. I lifted my voice, and every word carried the weight of unchallenged rule: “THE ROYAL MOON DYNASTY KNEELS TO NO ONE! THIS EMPIRE SHALL FLOURISH BENEATH THE STARS — AND BENEATH THE STRENGTH OF OUR CLAWS!”

His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae. “His Majesty demands your presence—now!” Zane’s mouth went dry. His palms began to sweat beneath the borrowed sleeves. For all his bravado, his pulse thundered in his ears. His life as Korea’s self proclaimed “King” flashed behind his eyelids. Back home, he had stared down men with guns pressed to his temple, had laughed in the faces of rivals who wanted him buried in concrete—but this? This was worse. Here, he was nothing but a bug wearing borrowed skin. This was a world where his rules didn’t matter, where there was no bargaining, no deal-making. If they caught him—really caught him—his head would decorate a pike by dawn.

He explained so that the people watching this event wouldn't suspect on where he get some paints that he use. Then, he started explaining. "This garden symbolizes the whole empire. The Sun being the Emperor giving good life towards his people. Then, this flower, the sunflower is the Empress. She's next to the sun and always follow its direction, the remaining flowers at the background is the harem, they will give extra color towards the garden but the sunflower will always stood out. The grass is the corrupt officials who will manage to get on the flowers to control them, to crawl on them, ask for their help to remain in the position so they can do more mischief," Kana turn his painting show

"So, as I said, Daax took human form and became part of a crew. Over time, he became captain of a crew of his own. He was living a pretty carefree life until he saw the first Imperial vessel. He remembered his anger and fear from that night and ordered his men to take the ship. It was a close call. The crew managed to be victorious, but they had many losses and ended up collecting cargo that made no sense. Below deck were rows and rows of containers, each container holding a single body of what looked like humans in an artificial sleep." "Not sure what to do, Daax found one of the surviving soldiers and asked them to explain. It turns out that the Imperium had been capturing cities and villa

Santoro looked between us with the quiet satisfaction of a man watching an experiment yield exactly the results he expected. “I hear she’s precious to you,” he said. I kept my eyes on him. Not her. Him. “What do you want Santoro.” “You know what I want.” “Say it.” He tilted his head. “Your empire. Your territory. Your networks in Milan, Rome, and the north.” He said it simply, like he was listing items on a shopping list. “Sign it over. All of it. And walk away.” “And if I don’t.” He glanced at Nina. Just briefly. Just enough.