Instant Empire Book Novels & Stories

This one starts as something else entirely. His mouth claims mine, slow, sure, unhurried, and there is nowhere to retreat. His hand at the small of my back presses me closer, my chest against his, and the room dissolves. Every glance, every laugh, every light becomes irrelevant. I feel him through the suit—warm, solid, unrelenting. His mouth moves against mine deliberately, inviting rather than demanding, which is somehow worse, because my body responds before my mind has the chance to consent. I let my lips part.

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.

--- 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.

The sharp sound made my heart jump. I picked it up. “Hello?” “Maya… Maya!” It was one of the security men at Denim Company. His voice was rushed. Scared. “Something terrible has happened!” My heart dropped. “What happened?” I asked, already standing up. “There’s fire, ma’am. A big one. The company… it’s burning!” My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I froze. No. No, it can’t be. “What… what do you mean?” I asked again, my voice shaking.

And that, more than anything, was the strength they needed to rebuild the empire. Together, they would rise. --- The first rays of dawn broke over Lupis Imperium, casting a golden light over the city that had once been lost in darkness. The empire was healing, and as Kael and Selene stood side by side, they knew that their journey was just beginning. They had faced the fire and come out stronger for it. And now, with the soul of the empire in their hands, they would lead it into a new age. A new dawn. Together.

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.

“I don’t seize land. I reclaim it. From packs that can’t pay their debts. From packs that can’t defend their borders. From packs that let their people starve while their alphas hoard money in offshore accounts.” I stopped right in front of Darius. Close enough to see his pulse jump in his throat. “You want to talk about unrest? Unrest happens when the strong hesitate. When we let weakness fester on our doorstep. I’m cutting it out before it spreads.” I looked around the room, meeting every pair of eyes. “Any pack that can hold what’s theirs—great. They keep it. Any pack that can’t? It becomes ours. That’s how empires stay alive. That’s how we stay on top.”

Not the river. A different body of water. Still. Reflective. “You don’t visit the old skyline anymore,” Pierce said. “I don’t need to,” I replied. “Why?” “Because it’s inside me now.” He nodded. Understanding without explanation. Back home, I opened a new notebook. Blank pages. Not for memoir. Not for legacy documentation. For reflection. I wrote one sentence at the top: An empire is not what you build around you. It’s what you refuse to let collapse within you.

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.

On Weibo, various media houses were sharing posts about Imperial Prime’s successful launch. They were all impressed by how Xyla handled the launch. Meanwhile, Emily and May Conner watched the news on television in the Quest family’s living room. Suddenly, a push notification about Imperial Prime’s miraculous success appeared on Emily’s phone. Emily, who was already not in her best of moods, felt even more annoyed now. Emily immediately tossed her phone onto the coffee table. “Why do I feel as if Xyla Quest is using some underhanded tactics? It’s almost like god is on her side. Why was she able to create a sales miracle?” She said through gritted teeth.