Empire Of The Sun Novels & Stories

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."

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.

We were fighting it the way we loved each other. With violence. With precision. With inevitability. With a bond reckless enough to reshape kingdoms. And God help anyone who stood in the path of a story like that. Because empires crumble. But storms with names? Those live forever.

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.

“I’m very observant.” Silence. Then… Soren shook his head again. “You’re going to be a problem.” “I already am.” A knock sounded at the door. Soren stiffened. Then moved to open it. A servant entered. Bowed. “There is an order.” Soren’s expression tightened. “What order?” The servant hesitated. Then said carefully, “The Emperor requests the Omega’s presence.” Silence. I smiled slowly. “So soon?” Soren looked at me. Worried.

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