Imperium Ascendant: Redux Novels & Stories

░ Empire of Thetia ░ Sunday, June 23, 2019 L'HEBDOMADAIRE : Culture n°9620 Letter from the Empress Odessa Kestle Dear Thetians I hope everything is going well in your lives. This week's letter will surely be one of the most important I have had to write. A lot has happened lately, and I have had time to think about possible plans for the future of the empire and the ascension to the throne of my daughter Rilla. I plan to wait until she finishes her studies and having her agreement before transferring the power to her. As you know, her majority birthday is coming soon, and already she will have to make a speech and attempt to accomplish her first goal. As with all previous Empresses, she will

The rest of the dinner was the usual with the whole family being merry. Serena lay in bed as she thought how her brother is soon going to be passed on the duty of the beta. Damon is 22 and the gamma’s son is 23 but both of them have had to wait till her brother’s best friend, the alpha’s son Vante is 22, his birthday is in a month. They waited because in our pack the ceremony is held only after all three of them, three of them referring to the people taking the position of Alpha, Beta and Gamma are of age that is 22. And soon she was drifting off to dreamland.

Scarlet placed the cat back on the ground, where April sat there flicking her tail, and seemed to smile at Lizzy. "The purple dragon I call him Impetum, and Defensionem is my white dragon. We feed off of each other's energy and emotions." Scarlet made a few gestures with her hands, which caused chains to appear. "Also, the chains that I use are chains from hell. Therefore, I can call upon or control the dead. You may never see me using my chains. But be glad you won't. Last, these dragons are powerful and can act on their own if need be. Like say I'm badly hurt, or in the middle of a fight, and I give them the go-ahead." Scarlet finished explaining her powers to them and asked if they knew w

"If this node controls northern sector data routing, why is it positioned in collapsed territory instead of in Imperial administrative center?" "Because it's older than current Imperial administrative structure. This node predates the most recent System reformation by approximately three hundred years. It was installed when Ashfen was functional regional capital before the consolidation that moved administrative center to Valenthis." Torren pulled up additional documentation showing architectural diagrams that were significantly older than the extraction grid specifications. "When Imperial administration relocated from Ashfen to Valenthis, they couldn't move the System node. Divine architect

Ross tried to approach me a few more times, but every time, Derek's death glare sent him scurrying back. That was Derek through and through. Everything he did—every move he made—was for himself. "Honestly, he does seem way more normal now," Mia chimed in. "They say a reformed player is worth more than gold. If this keeps up, Bella, you're basically a saint reincarnated." It felt like everyone around me wanted this to keep going forever. And without the edge, Derek did seem to be getting better. No smoking. No drinking. No fighting. No chasing girls.

That was a likely story. “The Four Emperors of Celestial Empire—Beggar King is a beggar, Mad King is a madman, and War Emperor is a war god. Why is it that Caesar King is the only one who seems rather out of place?” “The Julio–Claudian dynasty,” Notus Windsor said indifferently. “Caesar King is the descendant of Julius Caesar.” “A descendant of Julius Caesar?” Tyr was stunned as he once again stared at Max. Max’s countenance was rather stiff as he said, “Boss, I really am just a dog handler.”

Kronos told August. “Oh. So that’s why.” August murmured. “By the way— if there’s an error with the Imperial Knights Academy’s system and it’s outside of your capabilities to restore it… just tell me, I will fix it,” Kronos told me. “What about upgrades?” I asked. “That’s also me, as well.” “I see.” “Can’t we enter already? It’s hot.” Rumelia complained. Despite complaining, Rumelia is still as emotionless as ever. “Alright, I just sent you the temporary pass— eh? Where’s Persia?”