Galactic Empire Series Novels & Stories

“Did you read this?” “Yes, my prince.” “Oh boy!” without another word, Rudieloff left the room. Oliver was very confused at the moment. Queen Eleanor tapped him on the shoulder “don’t worry. He’s not going to do anything to you. You have my word. Go home now.” Oliver was escorted outside by two guards. But everything that had just happened did not make sense. First, they wanted to ask about Vivienne. Next thing he knew he was reading an old text with a battle so uncoordinated that he could not connect the dots no matter how much he tried. Why would the queen offer him the text given the fact that now he was being looked at as a potential threat to the kingdom. But Rudieloff was visibly angry

The Silver Empire had its Queen, its Alpha, and its heirs. The Diaspora was no longer a collection of refugees. It was an army of the stars. And the stars were finally beginning to shine for us.

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

“We can’t fight this! We need to find a way out before—” The ground beneath their feet cracked open, and the sky above seemed to darken. The rebels, once organized, scattered in panic, realizing too late that they were all part of a much larger plan than they had ever known. And at the center of it all, the masked figure stood, his arms raised high as if commanding the very earth beneath them. “This is your end, Kael,” the figure called, his voice rising above the chaos. “The empire has already been destroyed. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

No one wanted another war but Thaveri is going to think that there will be a war. The guards closed the mountain routes from the empire to Thaveri from all sides. It was during the plans that they realised they had not named their merged empire. They were still using the separate flags and documentations on some of the cases. Thus they merged the flags and named the empire 'Mahamaure'- the only empire in Arthanava.

Clouded with a thick fog of apprehension and nervousness, Keira blurted a 'yes sir', to the owner of the voice, even before she could stop herself. Appalled and embarrassed by her impulsive response to his command, which everyone heard clearly, she pulled the door open and scurried out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

I raise my head to the butler my dick still hanging out. He raises a questioning eyebrow, "Aren't you going to get dressed sir?" He asks me. I smirk lazily before pulling my robe closer and tying it. The butler eyes me in satisfaction, I look at him and sigh. "What made you interrupt my rest session this afternoon?" "Well your father deemed it fit to inform you that the American family has arrived for the gala tonight." The butler told me. "Well why are you telling me, they are not the only one attending the gala. What's so special about them." I ask the butler.

The Milky Way Empire would only allow someone to destroy a planet or even a portion of their population with justifiable reason. However, they would never allow someone to plant a slave mark on the planet. This was the Milky Way Empire’s bottom line. “You can check on the Internet to see if I’m joking or whether the Milky Way Empire has registered Earth as a high-class citizen planet,” David said with a chuckle. Inside the control room of the Milky Way Battleship. Adan looked at David for a while and barked, “Look it up!” “Yes, Lord Adan!” After a while… “I found it, Lord Adan!”

All those comic books were going to my head I know. I tugged at my pads and flexed my fingers, trying to shake off the static. Or what ever I was feeling. “You good, Wilder?” My teammate and best friend Mike Gibson, or Gibsy as we call him asked, slapping me on the back. “You look like you’re about to puke.” I looked at me giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine.” I muttered even though my stomach disagreed with me. I truly felt like I was going to be sick.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l