Hidden Empire Book Novels & Stories

With a sharp click, the lock gave way. He pulled out a thick stack of legal documents. The header, embossed in gold, mocked him: FALCON ENTERPRISES – ASSET TRANSFER & TITLE DEED. Rahim ran his thumb over the blank signature line at the bottom. This was it. This was the piece of paper that would officially turn him from a caretaker into the undisputed King of the Falcon Empire. For sixteen years, he had lived in the shadow of his dead brother’s legacy, pretending to be the "kind uncle" while feeding off the scraps of a fortune that should have been his.

Keir’s voice became more severe, his bright eyes "that shit will soon be found and killed." "Do you think... everything will work out with that?" I asked and a part of me - one that was silly, innocent and kind, one that I thought died in these many reincarnations -, wished that it was possible, that’s how things would work, but Keir snorted. "Dear... this is not a book, there will be no "happy ending". This empire is impregnated with political, social and economic problems. The lack of communication between the people and their monarchy is so absurd that, even possessing magic and so many forms of evolution, it is like being released from the dark ages" the redhead said, the eyes facing the

if he would be this cautious around her, what’s the point of being his empress? She looked around and noticed the bookkeeping Shane had given to her. Her eyes glowed gold and the book flipped on its own as the powerful magic from her went out. Lixien breathed out and saw what was going on in this Empire. The book flipped and floated at the right time. Just then, what her eyes caught made her brows perk. ‘Embezzlement of money from an Official, and with a high status of that?’

The shuffle of hangers, the low hum of a dusty radio playing soft rock in the background, the occasional exclamation from a customer who’s found a hidden gem. In the back corner, I discover a wooden crate filled with books. My fingers hover over the spines, titles half faded, pages worn. I crouch down and start flipping through them, the paper whispering under my touch. Valerie appears beside me a moment later with a woven basket in one hand and a sequined scarf slung dramatically around her neck. “Any treasure?” she asks, crouching beside me. “Not sure yet,” I murmur, pulling out a leather bound book with a cracked spine. The title is barely legible. Myths of the Forgotten Realms. My breath

Guardioni bowed. "Please, refrain from the salutations," said Hrishikesh as he always does. "Here is a book the Emperors wanted you to have. High King Eloy discussed it with Emperor Malvan and Emperor Mithraos. They instructed me to find this for you," said Guardioni. Rishikesh was surprised. "They said it has knowledge that will help you gain your heart's desire," said Guardioni with a small smile. ----------- Hrishikesh read the book from cover to cover and he understood what they wanted him to find. Finally, as he kept the book aside when the sunlight streamed into his chambers, he felt hope bloom in him.

I don't care how expensive or rare it is. "What's that?" I asked anyway cause let's be honest, I don't know what it is. "Are you kidding me? You're a caster and you don't even know what this is? What century are living in? This is a Monarian spell book, one with rare, and powerful spells. The guy I stole it from is some kind of lord under the Sothern Empire. Don't get me wrong. I want to sell this baby so bad but I'm a freak for knowledge. I simply cannot let it go." She started hugging the book, then tucked it beneath her jacket quickly when the men who were chasing came by again.

That was the problem with building an empire—the target on your back only grew wider, heavier, and impossible to hide. When I stepped away from the battlefield years ago, I thought leaving the blood-soaked pack wars behind and transitioning into legitimate enterprise would buy me peace. I was wrong. Turning my war instincts toward global commerce hadn't granted me a quiet life; it had simply traded rogue wolves for far deadlier monsters.

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

Hello, my beautiful readers! Wow. Just… wow. When I started writing His Sinful Empire, I had a vision for Nina and Enzo’s story, something dark, passionate, complicated, and utterly consuming. But I had no idea how deeply you all would connect with these characters, how invested you’d become in their journey, or how much your feedback and enthusiasm would fuel my creativity. First, let me say THANK YOU.

And that means they should not complain about how hard it is after they almost annihilated the scholars that were loyal to the former Wycliffe Emperor. “Can you help me with all of this?” He asked me. There is no loathe in his voice and he didn’t sound as if he is forcing me to do it just because Helena assigned me here. He was asking politely. His crystal blue eyes pleaded at me, making himself look cute. “As if I have any other option,” I laughed at him and then ascended towards the top of the platform to join him on the table and look at the documents in front of him. “Ow! You hurt my feelings,” Emyr grinned at me and then handed me a notebook that had all the information on the Empire’s