Romans & histoires Evil Lord Of An Intergalactic Empire Novel

I shove his hand away, ready to strike, but his men grab me before I can move. “Let go of me, assholes!” I scream, kicking at them. Useless. “Ease.” His icy voice cuts through the room. His men immediately backed off. I glare at him, pouring every ounce of hatred into it. “You’re a rookie, aren’t you?” he asks. I say nothing. “Figured,” he murmurs, his tone enough to make my skin crawl. I bite down on my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. The image of my parents’ lifeless eyes fuels the anger burning inside me.

“Small stuff, big stuff — doesn’t matter. We should just barge in and break things.” “Dude chill,” I sigh, “remember the warehouse last night? Your heroic display scared off any chance of useful intel before Evelyn could get it.” “Technicality,” he says. “They were intimidated.” “Also true,” Evelyn chimes, mock-sweet. “Babe, now I have to work extra because of your intimidation tactics.” I salute Lou jokingly. “Congratulations. You’ve been promoted to Chaos Ambassador. Your first task: stop breaking things before intel shows up.”

The man wore a coat that did not belong to the road. It hung on him like a uniform. Rain made the asphalt shine. The van’s engine ticked. Sophia’s hands were white on the seat. The child slept under a thin blanket, small and warm, fingers curled around a loose string. Elara watched the man the way you watch a storm move in. He had a face like paper—no softness, no mistakes. Up close, his eyes were too steady. He did not show a badge at first. He just said, “Elara Vale.”

"Miss Isabella, I was wrong. I was a bastard. I deserve to die. Please, spare me…" "I'll give you two choices," I said, cutting him off. "First, take all your ledgers and the list of your core members, leave Sicelia, and never let me see you again." Hope flickered in his eyes. "Second," I said, standing up and walking toward him, looking down at him from above, "I have my people return every favor you showed me back then. One by one." The color drained from his face. "I… I choose the first. I choose the first."

"It said, 'At which hour invasion starts from the heart. The creatures of the dark cometh f'rth. The daylight shall bleedeth. The moon shall caterwauling. F'r imm'rtality shall cometh to an endeth'. I'm sorry but that's how it was pronounced, but it says that the attack will occur from the heart that I found out that it refers to the heart of Wysteria, the place where the border of each kingdom, Avalone which is one of the closest to the heart of Wysteria. The disciples of darkness will come and ravage. The sun will bleed, or if I suspect correctly, it's talking about an eclipse or something about turning the sun red. I just don't know what caterwauling—" "Caterwauling means a cry from the t

— L' I sat back and waited. Twenty seconds. His reply came back through a completely different route than the one I had used. A route I hadn't identified. He had found a gap in my system I didn't know existed. I sat up very straight. 'B minus. I breached the most sophisticated private security system on the planet and you give me a B minus.' There was a pause in the code, deliberate. 'Let me be very clear about something, Luna. I have killed men without blinking. I have built an empire that makes governments nervous. I have never in my life begged for anything from anyone.'

“So they sailed the seas bringing destruction and death. The crew swore to do it until their last breath. But Rowell wanted to gain more wealth and so he made a deal with the devil himself. Rowell gave him his soul and made a deadly deal. The consequences of such actions had not yet been revealed. When Rowell decided to make such a trade, he doomed himself and his crew for the rest of their days. They would sail the seas even after they died, haunting ships and innocents among the tide. Decades later, they were all ghosts, stuck for eternity at the same post. The only way for Captain Swale and his men to be free is to kill a group of ten and trap them instead for eternity.” We all looked aro

David said seriously, staring at the Octagon behind hundreds of mecha guards. “Hahaha! David, aren’t you afraid of hurting your tongue when you bluff like that? Do you know what this is? This is the Octagon built by the Milky Way Empire, and even Planet Rankers can't break through it. You’re just an aboriginal who is not even at Satellite Rank, and you dare to say something as crazy like killing us? If it weren't for your unknown means of restraint, we would have already planted the slave mark on earth, and you would have already been made my slave, a title you would never have been able to shed. Right, another minute is up. Another wave of humans will die because of you. Tremble before me,

When they opened again, the wolf was right at the surface. “Then let’s stop pretending,” he said, his voice dropping into that feral-soft tone that made my stomach flip. “Tonight, you’re mine, Eve. And I’m going to take care of you like a royal omega.” I scoffed under my breath. As if I wasn’t already a royal omega. I mean, I’m the heiress—soon-to-be owner of the entire Onyx Empire.

*** *Adrian* I gazed pensively down upon the glittering cityscape spread out before me. Thoughts of my vendetta against MID flickered through my mind, and I imagined the spoils of victory that would flood my veins when I revealed to the world how despicable the company was. I had already uncovered a labyrinth of lies and deceit. There were just a few more moving parts I needed to validify before I was ready to begin hammering the nails into the proverbial coffin.