Fantasy Empire Novels & Stories

"Okay, so if similar dreams attract each other, and a lot of people dream about sex, for example..." Julia grinned. "Well done. Yes, there are some really big dreamscapes devoted to very common dreams. They tend to persist as well, because there's always someone sleeping, and having that kind of dream. Some of them are very old. There's a dreamscape of an orgy that we're pretty sure has been going since at least the Greek Classic period, and there's a nightmare dreamscape that probably first emerged back in the Palaeolithic era." "Wow! Can we go visit some?"

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

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.

What he didn’t know was that Aurelia had already secured it, using methods and connections far beyond his imagination. Beside the contract rested a sleek black card, Unlimited, No spending limit, A gift for him. Everything was ready. Aurelia checked the clock again. 6:30 PM. Still no sign of him. She hesitated, then picked up her phone and called. The line rang three times before connecting. Alexander’s voice came through, hurried. “Aurelia? I’m busy.” “I just wanted to” “I’m working overtime today. The company’s overloaded. If it’s not important, don’t disturb me.”

They were wizards, in Kade’s eyes, of making the world of the rich and powerful dance to their tune. He was too young to remember a time before Sinclair and Associates—their first, noisier, more public child, in a sense. By the time he was born, the empire was firmly established, its roots sunk deep in the foundations of the city. It wasn’t until he was a newly-minted teenager that he understood the full nature of what it meant to be at the head of that empire. What it meant to be a Sinclair and to carry so much power, so openly in his name itself.

Spencer was not able to distinguish if it was a mock or not. Emmette gazed at the overview of the Empire. Thrascias was so huge Emmette could not seem to see the end. It was a peaceful, magnificent empire that is the total opposite of Aparactias. If Thrascias is an Empire of Defense and land of peacemakers, Aparctias is an Empire of Offense where most of the forces were war-freak who only obeys the Ruler. Emmette released a stressful laugh. What iconic places to be ruled by one woman.

Duante's POV I bottomed out my drink. It pissed me off when she pointed the gun at herself. She was going to hurt her. I've told her I don't feel for her. Fu**! I can't keep her out of my thoughts. She is driving me crazy. It's a pure feeling. I don't want her forcibly. People didn't dare to come near me. Today I allowed them, because I wanted to prove my wife wrong. I'm an international businessman, not just it, I'm The Mafia Emperor. My eyes were searching for my girl. I saw remorse in her eyes when these girls were swaying around me to catch my attention which I ignored like always. I put the empty glass down and picked up the second one. I sipped from my second drink. My eyes were fishin

It ripped through the air around him, creating several deep cracks along the sturdy wall of the advanced Infirmary. Their fury stemmed from a deep, shared trauma. A curse that haunted their entire race. The vast Royal Fenrir Empire commanded countless galaxies, but it was an empty, barren dominion. Its child population was a tragic whisper. The last official count showed only around 200 children across the entire empire. They could count the children born every few hundred years on their fingers.

A story where other supernatural beings ruled the areas which were situated beyond the gods reign? Yes, there was one. Beyond the major kingdoms, empires and civilizations where divinity was powerful at the time, there was a vast empire that was built by uniting the countries now known as United Kingdom, Germany, Italy, Romania and the other surrounding european countries. It was known as the 'Celestial Empire', and was ruled by the almighty vampire Emperor Amborgio and his wife and high priestess, the moon witch Celine. Although they were virtuous, pious, and exemplary rulers, over the time other supernatural beings, full of greed and jealousy for their immense power and popularity, began t

Jared took a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes darkening. "There is nothing to tell, Amelia." "Oh, come on," I nudged his arm. "That's a lie. You took over your father's multi billion dollar empire, kicked him out of his own boardroom, and you walk around with a security detail that looks like a small army. You clearly didn't have a normal childhood." "Normal is boring," Jared replied smoothly, his voice flat. "I did what I had to do to survive. That’s all you need to know."