Empires Of Light Novels & Stories

“Cross them, and you won’t see it coming.” I felt the storm in my chest coil tighter, but I forced my breathing even. “The third…” His voice dropped, softer now, almost reverent. “The Blue-Green Twin Empire. My empire. We are not the shadows. We are the wall. The balance. Our people—police, soldiers, navy, air force—men and women who know war, who know justice. We hold the line, Dominus. We make sure the others don’t burn the world down in their greed and bloodlust.”

“Bu he did. And when he did he wasn’t known the Son of Light anymore. For the abyss had purged the light in him and had broken down his Spirit to that of Darkness. With an army of beasts by his side he waged war, and he wiped out our strongholds. He chased after us and destroyed the entire world to get what he wanted. All who stood in his way perished. Even the Twin Elementals of Glorious Victory tasted defeat at his hands. If not for those three – the Great Emperor of Light and the Twin Elementals – we would have long been wiped out.” “And we are still hunted to this day. All because we were too stupid to make the right choice.” The man seemed to have aged a few more years once his story wa

Then he looked at apparition / phantom condensed by the holy light. There were various kinds of divine beasts, gods, moon above the sea, or divine weapon s and sharp weapons, but each of them carried a great momentum and power fluctuation. "The Nine Emperors and Nine King-level disciples have been with the Divine Light for such a long time. It is very likely that they have benefited a lot from it. But now, they are still competing with us for this little Divine Light. They are bullying us!"

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

It all accumulated at the moment when Nadir finally had a moment of peace. In the end, however, she managed to finally fall asleep, but then dreamed about Maria all the time. There was only one word that showed in her mind over and over: empathy. Nadir woke up suddenly and the most sensible answer came to her - Maria is human, but she has the gift of deep empathy, that is, knowing the feelings and emotions of others immediately and managing to partially take them over. Maria was an empath, so she must also have sensed that something was wrong with Nadir, maybe even already guessed that she was not human. Realizing it all, Nadir clutched her head as it might mean revealing of her secret. In a

Callisto beamed a smile. The Emerald Sea is caught in the center of the Leonhart Empire and the Sylvester Empire. Our Empire has rights in the sea since it is a part of our economic borders, but the Sylvester Empire claims they have historic rights. The Emerald Sea is a habitat for exotic and rare creatures, engraved mana stones and jewelry underneath the ocean floor, and hundreds of uninhabited fertile islands. The dispute has been on-going for more than a hundred years, there is probably no person in both empires that are not aware of the gravity of this dispute.

"Even our brothers sell us off for cheap change, and the battle our fathers from century fought and conquered, are the what in an ensemble we turn a blind eyes to, yet we suffer with gritting teeth." The hope for a utopia, was immersed in despair. The leadership was as it has always been in a typical dilapidated era, ruled by only power hungry lords. Ekryons, are the names of the emperors who ruled the four continents -Empire- that survived the last war: the servants of the god Ekron.

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

- He said, in a fire, to hear laughter, in addition to caressing and kissing him. - We know. Huricane said. - Well, we know. – Anam said. - Give thanks to God for being soul mates. – Kurama said. - Amen. - They said. Many ages ago. On the sands of the desert. Due to conflicts that seemed to have no end, in search of followers and worshipers. The forces of dark and light have gone to war several times. Almost leading to the extinction of several races. What happened without seeming to have an end, there were for eons, the isolated conflicts between rebellions, taking place between the so-called blood wars.

But because it was being lived. And as the city lights flickered on outside, steady and indifferent, Nathaniel understood something he had never fully accepted before. An empire did not survive by making itself untouchable. It survived by making itself accountable. That was the cost. And for the first time, it felt like one worth paying.