Galactic Empire Series Novels & Stories

The pack was no longer just a kingdom or a planet; we were becoming a galactic empire of stone and fire. "The Grand Navigator has his first coordinates," Killian said, his silver eyes locking onto mine with a predatory, adventurous wit. "The hunt is expanding, Killian," I replied, pulling him into a kiss that tasted of cedar, fire, and the endless reach of the Polaris Cluster. The Silver Moon would always be our home, but as the First Mother’s Breath prepared for its next jump into the deep reach, I knew that the White Wolf would never stop until the entire galaxy was mended.

He lay on the ground, a fallen Ranger. Joseph's hands shook again. His vision blurred a bit but he stifled it in. Grieve later. This is a time of reckoning. A flicker of movement from the tree line across the field to the right. Slowly, he swung his barrel roughly towards that direction and scoped it out. It was unmistakable. The Empire of Greater Asia Marines; he had seen them so many times in the video feeds and the planetary network. Often, he'd see them, marching victorious, their wake of destruction in the background of some star system's city a few light years away. This time, he saw them for real, through his rifle scope, only 900 meters away. And what he saw was formidable.

The stars scattered and their glow dimmed into the ever darkness of these emotionless nights. Even the moons and various heavenly bodies receded from sight because all that could be seen was a displacement of everything in the immediate vista of the cosmos. No less than 50 galaxies had crumbled to dust with just the short war ensued between beings that were as grand as the heavens that tried to hold them up but ultimately failed in its shackled hands. "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" The newly arrived immortal's voice was set aside as the sounds of conflicting forces roused the darkness time and time again.

I stared at him, a cold, uneasy feeling settling in my stomach, the sense that we'd stumbled onto something much larger and uglier than a simple custody dispute, something that had been quietly unfolding in the shadows of the Baldore family long before any of it touched us directly. "We need to find out what that fertility specialist actually told her," I said. "Before Thursday. Whatever this is, George, I think it's bigger than either of us realized." He nodded, already reaching for his phone again, and I sat back against the couch, exhausted and wired all at once, my mind racing through every possibility, every ugly secret this family had apparently been hiding just beneath the surface of

Should do what I always did and put the empire first. But I didn’t move. Just stood there in that hallway outside her room, listening to Nico’s voice murmuring something I couldn’t make out, listening to Nina’s quiet responses. And I made a decision. I wasn’t my father. I wouldn’t be my father. Which meant I had to let her go. Even if it killed me. Even if she was the only thing that had made me feel human in years. I had to let her go before I destroyed what was left of her.

It had always been this way, even back in college. Whether it began as an obligation or something real, she had accepted everything. Suddenly, her phone rang. She frowned slightly. “Jake?” “Boss, trouble. The Black Dragon Gang plans to smash the Stellar Grand Hotel tonight.” Aurelia’s eyes narrowed. “Do they know whose territory that is?” “They said their boss can handle the consequences.” Aurelia fell silent. Then she stood. A faint coldness entered her gaze. “Prepare the car.” Since Alexander wouldn’t be home tonight, she might as well take a look. After all, some people were asking for trouble. She picked up her coat. Behind her, the candles continued to flicker.

Enforcers lead their own crews, my warriors & muscle. The Shadows work separately. Surveillance. Infiltration. Intelligence. They report to me alone. Even the Omegas evolved — Quartermasters, Ciphers, Fixers. Logistics and information win wars just as surely as claws. “Alright, chaos,” I murmur under my breath, “Let’s see what you’re planning today,"

His eyes scanned the room as if seeking the right words. “Maybe,” he said finally. “But whoever it is, they’ve waited a long time to make their move.” Matteo swallowed. “We have to be ready,” Dominic said, voice steady again. “This isn’t just about Leo or me. It’s about the empire. And what it cost.” Matteo looked up, searching Dominic’s face. “And us?” he asked softly. Dominic’s expression softened just a fraction. “You,” he said. “Stay close. More than ever.”

“To answer your question, the thrones of two kings are only limited to SO. On the other hand, the imperial throne is the rightful place of our beloved Emperor.” Did he… ignore my question? Aidan clenched his trembled fists. “What is your empire? To what extent?” Firash inquired, pointedly ignoring his elder brother. “Her empire includes all the affiliates in almost all countries that exist on the world map. Except for a few, of course.” The rest of them were collectively listening to them. The second question was answered by the otherwise silent Sleepy. It showed the importance of the information. It was always important if the tight-lipped voluntarily released the information themselves.

They are a family of soldiers, General Han Li leads a 50, 000 armies loyal to the Emperor. That amount of armies is divided into 5 battalions and also devided into troops to guard in every nook and boarders of the Jong Empire. While Deputy General Han Yin, has 20, 000 strong willed soldiers under his leadership. Their empire settles in the middle of the continent. Having the Yuan Empire on the North, The Silla Kingdom on the south, the Ottoman Empire on the Far east and the Ayuthaya Kingdom in the Far West, Jong Empire managed to maintain the good relationships in all the powerful countries that surrounded them to avoid war and conflict.