Empires Of Arcadia Novels & Stories

Ever since I returned to New York the night before, I had been feeling guilty. Even though I knew Jaxon and I had been reaching the end of our relationship, I couldn't stop thinking that maybe I had ended things too quickly instead of letting them naturally come to an end. Then again, nothing had changed between us for months. When I accepted this job knowing he wasn't coming with me... Maybe, deep down, I had already known our relationship was almost over. “The god is here,” Lucas whispered. I looked up. “Who?” “Dominic Cross,” he whispered.

THE ARCADIANS Many years ago, a girl was born to a farmer who the only land he had was a large Rocky piece of land, and was normally not possible for them to cultivate the land, the only site again was waters, and when they were tired of eating only sea foods, the only available food for them, how they ended up on the Iceland was not told but this family lived there, one day a wrecked boat was washed to the Iceland and many iron with it, and also an anchor too heavy to had possibly been washed by water, for that one reason, they concluded that it was Eledumare that had brought the boat to them, after succeeded in bringing all to their stoning land, they began to hit the rocks with them, and

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

After Dante’s outburst, she couldn’t blame him. He grunted. “I’ve watched them for a long time. They’re no different from your divines.” “That’s a given,” she said. “Apples rarely fall far from the tree.” “Why are you better than them?” Rodyn quipped and Emory turned around to face him. “I’m not trying to offend, I’m just trying to understand. You say the gods brought war to you. They wouldn’t start a war without reason.” “Your young, insolent divinities struck the heir of Arcanis. All our emperor asked for was an apology. They chose their egos instead, starting a war they couldn’t win.”

Galan’s face turned ever more serious, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on his words as he spoke, relating to us the tale that would haunt me and my dreams for years to come. “Long ago in the time of the ancients when the gods and goddesses were still honored and feared lived a king in the province of the Greek occupied lands. Arcadia, as it was called, was ruled by a cruel and ruthless king. King Lycaon lived in a grand palace filled with treasures he had acquired through his ruthless and cruel ways.

After the great war, the Empire was divided into 5 lands, the Northland Warine, the Southland Marshforth, the Eastland Downbridge, the Westland Hurthend, and the middle of the empire, Runalia. Each of the lands had their own lord and was famous with many tales behind the land. Some were ferocious with only mythical creatures or beast around and some mixed with each other to learn how they could co-exist with the human.

The deeper they went, the more it felt like the forest was watching them. “Does Arcadia truly exist?” Seraphina asked, peering through the endless trees. “You’ll see,” Nicolas said, glancing at her. “We’re close.” “I always thought Arcadia was just a fairytale,” she said. “But I’ve heard it’s powerful. Rich beyond imagination.” “My kingdom is real,” he replied. “Hidden from the world for a reason. Arcadians can come to outsiders—but outsiders can’t come to Arcadia. Not unless they're brought in.”

Flipping it over, Clara saw an almost faded illustration of five banners, each representing the five ruling empires of Hiestora—green with a golden brown tree for Terralis, red with a blazing ember for Fiordalt, misty gray with a spinning wind for Eirinia, blue with an ocean’s tear for Nivalon and chilly white with smoking icicles for Frostalia. In her mind, Clara’s curiosity was clawing its way out. It was the first time she saw the other emblem, the odd one out, drawn separately from the others. Surely, there was no existence of another empire, was it? It could not have been possible to be hidden from plain sight. Because, frankly, how could a big empire, assuming that it was, be invisible

“You flew here on my dime, in my plane, to insult me in my own house. Consider this your lesson in humility.” “You can’t—” “I can do whatever I want,” Marcus interrupted coldly. “Now get out of my house before I make you regret walking in.” Ares’s fists tightened until his knuckles went white. He wanted to lunge, to shout, to destroy something but instead, he straightened. “Fine,” he said quietly. “But you should remember something, Marcus.” Marcus didn’t turn. “And what’s that?” Ares’s eyes narrowed. “Empires don’t burn from outside. They rot from within. And you will rot for years.”