Empire Of The Sun Novels & Stories

Not because I feel hope. But because I finally understand what I have become. Not Elara. Not the girl he loved. Solara. The Radiant Empress. The Fire That Devours the Sky. And the sky is very hungry.

“Of course, amidst this disparity, the empire was solidifying its foothold on the colonies seated at the edge of the Throne system. Of course, it had been done through the use of obscene force and violent power.” The image switched again, this time to that of a blasted landscape. The skies were far from blue or even gray. They were dark from the thick clouds of smoke that continually poured into the air. And the horizon was red from the fires that consumed it. The quality of the recording was the worst of the three. It was shaky, incredibly scratchy, and skipped numerous frames. As a result, the drogar on it seemed robotic and unnatural and inhuman in their movements. Not that they did much.

Emperor Solary is nothing more than a puppet, and witches are the ones who control this country. Three. The Glacius Empire in the North. Its ruler is a dark wizard Emperor, a Warlock master of black magic. Four, the Venturian Empire on the Central Plains. The ruling wind-controlling secret sect there. It is said that the Emperor of Venturia was part of that secret group.

The Empire of the Middle Lands. The setting sun glows through the balcony windows bathing my Dragonette and son in a warm orange light as she feeds him and I turn towards the window gazing out at the sun that meets the earth as if lighting the lands on fire… signalling the birth of our prince. Once he has fed, I help her from the bed. As we walk towards the balcony and open the doors, we step out. Our people are gathered below waiting for a glimpse of their future ruler. I place an arm around Xendaya, and I take my now sleeping son in one hand and raise him high above my head, letting out a roar that makes the grounds tremble as he is bathed in the light of the setting sun.

The Sun had fallen. ​But as the real sun—the one that didn't belong to any King—began to rise over the horizon, I saw the faces of the people of the Capital. They weren't screaming in terror. They were walking out of their houses, looking up at the sky with a strange, dazed wonder. ​They were free. ​Julian walked over to us, his violet eyes wet with tears. He looked at the ruins of the palace, then at me. "It's over. The Sun-Eaters have taken the city gates. The Empire is no more."

Victor Hale’s empire had fallen. And for Adriana Cole the powerful billionaire who had spent years fighting the world alone something far more valuable than victory had finally appeared in her life. Love. A new beginning. And a future she would never face alone again.

If she revealed herself now, Helena’s sacrifice meant nothing. Saoirse turned and fled into the shadows. She was no longer a Princess. She was a rat in the walls. The courtyard of the Sun Spire was a theater of horrors. Tristan, the Third Prince of the Empire, sat atop his black warhorse, looking utterly bored. Around him, the devastation was absolute. The Emperor’s Iron Legion—men encased in steam-powered armor—were rounding up the survivors. The enchanted forest, once vibrant with bioluminescence, was being fed into wood-chippers to fuel the tanks.

Rain hammered against the city like a thousand angry fists. From the twenty-third floor of a rundown apartment building, Seraphina Vale watched the storm swallow the skyline. The city never slept. It lied. It cheated. It buried secrets beneath towers of glass and steel. And somewhere among those towers stood the man she hated most. Damian Blackwood. The name alone made her jaw tighten. At twenty-eight, he was already one of the youngest billionaires in the country. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. Media darling. Ruthless businessman.

Nevertheless, the astrologer was right. “A new sun has risen. A new day has begun. Narendra’s era is over now. I am the mighty emperor of Hesmia. You all should obey me and follow my rules. If anyone dares to disobey, behead them right away. Those who support me will be rewarded.” Remington uttered.

the old Eunuch proudly announced as he gestured to the rows of women standing in the grand hall. “Before that, I have a very important announcement to make. The woman who manages to become pregnant with the Crown Prince’s child will be immediately promoted to the Empress of the Flame Dragon Empire along with the Crown Prince ascension to the throne as the new Emperor. As per the traditions and customs of our Empire, the Crown Prince is only able to become the Emperor once his woman is pregnant with an heir to secure the royal bloodline. I sincerely hope that the future Empress of this Empire is one of you lovely ladies standing in this hall,” the Emperor announced in an authoritative booming