Novel & Cerita Godzilla X Kong: The New Empire Novel

He thrashed the ghost lady with the goblin toddler, which was still crunching on his hard fist. The whole fighting was happening under the blood pool. So, he became exhausted soon and got severely injured. The ghost lady tore a part of his upper thigh flesh and the goblin toddler bit off his two fingers. The good part was that he got two keys. With one key, he entered into another red door. As expected, behind the door, there was another space. This time it was a beach, and it was not crowded like the park scene. There were only two people here, a little girl of 3-4 years of age and a beautiful mature woman of mid-thirties.

People say he’s a myth. “You look scared, princess.” His voice snaps me out of it. I glance around. The speakeasy is thinning out. Only a few attendants remain, too attentive, too still. Watching. “The Godfather, Dominic Ventura?” I ask. “You thought he was a myth?” Zavier’s smirk turns colder. “He’s not.” I follow his line of sight.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

"Marco, Matthew is the first book in the new testament." He glanced at me and then turned back to his bible, nodding his head in satisfaction when he finally got to the verse he was looking for and stared at it, for a long time, before proceeding to another passage which the pastor had called. I didn't hear what he said but I think Marco was searching for Obadiah or Ezekiel in the New Testament now. "Let's invite Mr Saint D'Angelo for the benediction and prayers for sinners." The man in front of me stood up and I scoffed lightly as I did what all the other members of the large beautiful church did. Standing up.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

An entire arsenal, and an increasingly ruthless one. He had to clear up this mystery of the brother-in-law though. Of the man who had helped arrange and then erase the murder of his parents. That was a matter of personal pride, all sentiment aside. Not that sentiment had much to do with it. His parents were his heroes—but not because they’d loved him. Not because they’d kept him safe. But because they’d built this empire, and because they’d built it so well it had survived their death. Their death at the hands of Christina Lu.

"The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus." Finesia flinched a bit as her lips parted, she doesn't know what Jeneva is talking about. Hearing Leonardo's name from someone's mouth makes her envious, it feels something wrong deep inside her. "I don't exactly understand, who is this Emperor you're talking about?" she asked. Jeneva trembles just by saying the Emperor's name. "The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood."

Ruthless and insatiable for power, he thrived on control, growing more ravenous with every conquest. And now, when he was at the peak of his empire, basking in the wealth and influence he had long craved, Lorenzo Kim had returned. The Kim Clan, once the supreme rulers of Korea’s underworld, had been a shadow of its former self for years. But Lorenzo had changed that. One by one, he was tearing Zane’s empire apart—stealing his contracts, luring away his allies, undermining his control. And now, Zane was steadily losing ground. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “How the fuck do you have no clue about this?” His sharp gaze snapped to Vanessa, his inside woman—the bait he had ski