Fantasy Empire Novelas e Histórias

Final. Aurelia's face lights with understanding. "Of course, of course. Go, go. You mustn’t keep them waiting." She waves us off and turns back to her circle, already laughing at something someone else has said. He steers me away, his hand moving from my wrist to the small of my back. I wait until we are clear of the nearest group before I say anything. “The Ferraris.” “There are no Ferraris.” I glance at him sideways. “You lied to your mother.”

Maybe, I can't tell, but I can tell you Regal was now sixteen years old, and he was quite a beauty! Here at Fang city empire, it was just daybreak, and everywhere was already bustling with life, the citizens were moving up and down. some trying to sell their goods, others trying to buy one thing or the other. Either way, they moved here and there satisfying their needs. Most of them walked just like human beings with a few exceptions, running very fast, probably trying to meet up with something or someone. The empire would probably pass for a human habitant if not for these few exceptions who were displaying super ability as they ran and jumped.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

Pellethia then said, “If I had that power, you don’t think…I could somehow…control the more…magical parts of the empire, do you, Aunt Lucy?” Lucianne read about those. The first few emperors were so powerful that everything that was imbued with magic in their empire was at their command because it was in their territory. The Forest of Oderem came after these emperors, so no one knew whether it could be controlled.

With striking red eyes and a heavy build, he is the most experienced warrior and even at the age of sixty, he is easily the strongest one of the lot. “They were seen running out of the mansion,” Theo states. “Hapsberg is under our jurisdiction and all of us should hold the Duke responsible.” “What if we are wrong?” Another one of the elders speaks up. Everyone turns their heads towards Emperor Phillippe Costa, the youngest one of the lot. He is barely in his thirties and a handsome man with a well trimmed goatee and long, silky brown hair. Phillippe recently succeeded his father as the new Emperor of Faika, a land in the west which is known for its rich resources and the hub of all businesse

This also meant that the world was severely divided, and there weren’t really any powerful forces keeping things in check. For instance, in the world of Zandor, there were four powerful empires that kept things in order: The Northern Empire, which boasted of the best generals; the Eastern Empire, which was famed for their brutal methods against their enemies; the Western Empire, which had the most nobles and the best military education in the world, and served as the centre for the Wielding Academy; and the secretive Southern Empire, which had the least number of wielders compared to the other three, but was very strong nonetheless.

Tyr had the book, and Seren couldn’t let him take it away. “Seren, that book is related to an upcoming global disaster. Our mission is to return this book to Dragun Squad. We must not allow this book to fall into the wrong hands,” Jabir explained. “A great disaster? What a joke!” Seren exclaimed. “This is hilarious! Why do you even bother to make up excuses if you want to take this book for yourself? You’re a joke! The Song of the Empire was created to collect the fortune of the Vraniel Dynasty of over 400 years. Give me that book right now. It’s a family heirloom after all.”

Hello, my beautiful readers! Wow. Just… wow. When I started writing His Sinful Empire, I had a vision for Nina and Enzo’s story, something dark, passionate, complicated, and utterly consuming. But I had no idea how deeply you all would connect with these characters, how invested you’d become in their journey, or how much your feedback and enthusiasm would fuel my creativity. First, let me say THANK YOU.

Inside, a florist stared at a future she had never chosen. And somewhere between legacy and strategy, a contract the empire could not break had taken its first breath.

Whoever she was, she had to be strong, powerful, maybe even dangerous to sit on that throne. "No one knows yet," my assistant replied. "But her identity will be made public soon." Could this be someone I already knew? Had she been working quietly in the shadows of business? Well, we’d all have to wait to see who owned the empire now. I paused for a moment before turning back to him. "Send our condolences to the Smithfield family immediately. Flowers, and a gift as well," I ordered. "Yes, sir," he said, quickly typing into his tablet.