Galactic Empire Series Novels & Stories

’ is what they thought. The living planets’ level of civilization surrounding the empire are divided into 7 categories- lowest, lower, low, intermediate, high, higher, and highest. As explained before, the lowest to intermediate civilization planets’ people are far weaker than an F rank from the empire since they haven’t undergone the same evolution process.

Annie was cornering me and somehow, the man who claimed to rule an empire couldn’t see through it. I reached for my phone. But Luca moved faster. He snatched it from my hand, his gaze snapping back to me. “Who are you calling? Isn’t this embarrassing enough? You want more people to see our family fall apart?” “Give it back!” I struggled, my wrist still tied, unable to even sit up properly. He stared at me for a second, then tossed the phone onto the bed. “Fine. Take it,” he said coldly. “But listen carefully—if you make a call today, any call, I’ll drain every last dollar from the Kane accounts like it’s nothing.”

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.

"The physical shell left behind is basically a black box. A flight recorder for the entire Cleansing Fleet." Kenji hit a key, and the lights in the laboratory dimmed. The holographic table flared to life, projecting a massive, incredibly detailed, three-dimensional map of the Milky Way galaxy. "This is the territory controlled by the Original Architects—the golden empire," Kenji pointed to a massive, sprawling cluster of shining gold star systems that occupied nearly a third of the galaxy. "It's an empire millions of years old. Technologically invincible. They consider themselves the gardeners of the universe, pruning planets like Earth when they deem them 'corrupted'."

"Now, let's talk business." Lucas turned his gaze to me. The soldier slowly lowered the gun from my temple, but stayed close enough to end my life in a heartbeat. "The Amelia problem," Lucas began, his voice calm yet terrifying. "I heavily invested in Qunnix because it was supposed to be a clean, highly profitable front for my operations. Now, your resurrected ex-wife is parading around with Jared Donovan, threatening to bring down the board, the investors, and the entire corporate structure." "I can handle it, Mr. Giovanni," I pleaded, my voice shaking. "I had a restraining order signed today—"

logic of a piece of trash. [Is Ethan really that stupid? Layla said that she hated physics to accommodate these idiots. Can’t he tell?] [Noah is gaslighting again! “We’re worried about you,” my foot. Let me translate that. “How dare you break free from my control?”] I finally looked up and calmly swept my gaze over them. “Calculative? Lied to you?” I chuckled. The situation was so ridiculous that I wanted to laugh. “Tyler, you’re the ones who switched your universities of choice. I didn’t force you to.

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.

2,000 years ago, when the War of Dawn comes to an end as the final divine seat in Seranindun is claimed, consolidating the positions of the original members of the Seven Emperors of the Forgotten Sectors, with the defeated gods who refused to live under the rule of the seven Emperors from the Forgotten Sectors fled to the Black Sea Planets, where they became evil gods. After Barbatos pays a visit to Moraxiun - not looking for help, but rather to explore the neighboring empire's planet - the first generation of the Seven Emperors of the Forgotten Sectors used to gather at Liyu Port, in the aristocratic period of From the Empire Galaxy of Tasmond (2600~1000 years ago)

To be a fortress, a system of allies rather than a web of personal connections. When the head of his father’s security detail sat him down that night and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the fatal car crash that supposedly killed his parents had been staged, he didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. It was the natural way for them to go. With assassin’s bullets in their skulls. If whoever killed them had expected the empire to crumble, though, they were woefully mistaken. There was absolutely nothing that could shake the company’s foundations, not while he was alive. He would never disappoint his father and mother, not even in death.

*** *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.