Hidden Empire Book Novels & Stories

"He trained you to be a warrior, didn't he?" With tears in her eyes, she nods. "But I'm not half of what he wanted me to be." The two plunge into an uncomfortable silence once again, both lost in their own thoughts... And losses. "Well..." He speaks again. "Ynora Deanna was a High Empress who dominated almost every kingdom in the world. She created demon colonies and also territories in several countries, establishing her dominance once and for all and ruling all her subjects with an iron fist." "Demonic colonies?"

Flipping it over, Clara saw an almost faded illustration of five banners, each representing the five ruling empires of Hiestora—green with a golden brown tree for Terralis, red with a blazing ember for Fiordalt, misty gray with a spinning wind for Eirinia, blue with an ocean’s tear for Nivalon and chilly white with smoking icicles for Frostalia. In her mind, Clara’s curiosity was clawing its way out. It was the first time she saw the other emblem, the odd one out, drawn separately from the others. Surely, there was no existence of another empire, was it? It could not have been possible to be hidden from plain sight. Because, frankly, how could a big empire, assuming that it was, be invisible

Present Day I’m in desperate need of a fucking cup of coffee! It's only ten o clock on a Friday morning and I have no clue how I'm gonna make it all the way to three in the afternoon. I watch as student after student approach the front of my classroom. I try my hardest to concentrate on what they are saying as they each give their thoughts on the book we have just finished reading. Many of the students end their presentation with the phrase stay golden pony boy. I am so glad that they enjoyed the book. Of course they did, a story about a gang of poor orphaned misfits fighting with the well-off rich boys from the other side of the tracks, it was a no brainer. I’m so glad that this book is par

Elijah answered me and I saw the doubt in the general's eyes. "If that is the case...Wysteria is in great danger," I promised as the three of them looked at me. I swallowed before speaking. "The message that you got seven hundred years ago is a warning that the dark entity is rising...immortality is at stake...and the dark lord has risen—" Elijah stood up completely and broke the rectangular table that created a loud noise. We were all silent and I heard feet running on the ground towards the tent we were in. He's angry—or scared and threatened.

She aired her thoughts out loud, walking towards the shelf, catching sight of a familiar book cover. She pulled out the book from the stack when she got close enough and a smile formed on her lipstick-covered lips. TULLY by Paulina Simmons. "My Tully." She smiled to herself, a look of admiration on her face as she stared at the book. She was so engrossed in staring at the book, she didn't notice the figure that stepped into the room, walking towards her from behind. "Seems you've found something you love." A deep and hoarse voice spoke from behind her and she was startled, almost jumping out of her skin.

For the millionth time over the last month, I wrote imaginary letters to them where I updated them on my life as Sarah Mitchell. *Adrian’s POV* Life as Marcus Stern was infuriatingly mundane. Once, I had reveled in the exhilarating chaos of orchestrating an underground empire while my legal practice provided the perfect façade. But all of that glory had come crashing down, and now I found myself simmering in the shadows, a private investigator relegated to the trivialities of petty cases that barely scratched the surface of my thirst for revenge.

Too many cracks forming in the empire she built. Sophia stood across from her, arms crossed. “We checked security logs. No unauthorized access, no external breach.” She hesitated before adding, “That means the leak is someone close.” Elara exhaled slowly. The weight of betrayal was heavier than any threat from the outside. Thornfield Industries was impenetrable by design. If someone had managed to slip inside, it meant they were already there to begin with. A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. The handle turned before she could answer.

LOLETTE. These expensive balls always made me feel like I was suffocating. Today, I had to be here though. For him. The boy who wasn’t only my best friend, my closest confidant, but the man of my dreams. The last part was a secret though. And he was about to step into something even bigger than himself, becoming the next CEO of the largest petroleum company in the world, Emporio Dynasty Petrol. My eyes locked in on the table in the centre of the large gathering, where you could find the most expensive Armani, the flashiest Rolexes, and the most iridescent diamonds. All because that table seated the richest family in the entire hall.

My stomach twists in anticipation, my chest swelled in a way it hasn’t in years. I was feel like crap today, because I woke up to call from my house manager, he told me there was a break in at my Manhattan apartment. A brand new stalker. New creep, at least I know I’ve never stayed at the apartment yet. The things in the house were all brand new.

"He wanted a controlled evolution. Instead, he’s getting a global uprising of every person he ever stepped on." I stared down at the Hidden Empire. From the stars, it had looked like a glowing emerald; now, up close, it looked like a wound. Massive, obsidian-black vines—each the size of a skyscraper—had erupted from the city's foundation, wrapping around the glass towers like the fingers of a titan. These weren't plants. They were solidified conduits of the infection, pulsing with a dark, rhythmic light that matched the portal opening at the peak of the Director’s Spire.