Instant Empire Book Novels & Stories

'That's what I can't think of especially and they are both immortals and kings. Stefano grinned at me. "You don't seem to be from Wysteria because there's so much you don't know. But I'll tell you anyway. Elijah was the first immortal created," he replied to me as my eyes widened. "Really?!" I felt like my brain was about to explode. The paintings inside that room say everything. If he was alive when the Vikings still existed, I wouldn't be surprised if he was alive during the time of the ancient Romans!

Empires were built on the fragility of men’s desires, their weaknesses, and their willingness to bend to power. Standing next to him, Camilla felt the weight of the night’s events pressing down on her. It had been a long journey—one fraught with danger, deception, and betrayal. They had done what needed to be done. Blackwood had been toppled, but that didn’t mean the war was over. No, this was just the beginning. As she looked out over the city from the penthouse, she couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of triumph and unease. The empire they had taken was vast, but it wasn’t the only one. There would be others—new enemies, fresh battles, and inevitable sacrifices.

asked the Empress’s disciple, her gaze still seeming unable to accept the presence of the Heaven Book in their realm. “It’s because he’s begun to realize he was wrong in his previous predictions. He used to be so confident that our universe wouldn’t face any problems, but he didn’t know how terrifying the enemy was—one he had underestimated. And only after realizing all of this did he finally decide to step in!” explained the Empress with a calm face, though her expression remained neutral even as she recalled the past events.

The morning sickness had kicked in with a vengeance three days ago, a queasy reminder that while she was living in a fairytale, her body was very much grounded in biological reality. On her lap lay the Silverclaw Codex, the heavy leather-bound book Beatrice had left behind. It smelled of old parchment and secrets. Emily had been devouring it, her archivist instincts flaring to life. It wasn't just a history of the pack; it was a ledger of debts, alliances, and blood feuds going back three centuries. "You are furrowing your brow," a deep voice rumbled. Emily looked up. Ethan was standing in the doorway of his home office, leaning against the frame. He had traded his combat trousers for a cris

Emily was already doing so much for her she can't make her do more by worrying . But then again the time right now was really satisfying . The next morning the whole empire got shaken up . There was murder ! 10 murder at once . Different pub owners , hotel owner , guild members got their neck sliced off . The imperial guards were puzzled to solve this case , it's like there was absolutely no lead at all . And at this time the absence of the Duke Batternberg made the people more aware of the fact that who is the real power that can protect them .

said the Librarian as he approached Rubia “Good morning… I want to have a look at the Empire’s History books.” “Very well… Please follow me.” The librarian takes Rubia to one of the last rows of the library. * “These are the books… May I suggest a book that may amuse you, your highness…?” “Go ahead.” “This book covers the Empire’s past as a whole except for the Current Emperors past.” “I’ll go with this then.” Said Rubia as she took the book from the Librarian

She could almost taste the future she wanted to build: a grand college in the heart of Mirapur where no girl would ever have to beg for a chance to learn, and a lavish, white-marbled villa for her mother, where the only work Maryam would ever do was tend to a garden of roses. When the doors hissed open, the air of the city hit her—metallic, cold, and bustling with an energy that felt both electric and predatory. Zara stepped onto the platform, gripping her luggage. She looked up, dazed by the sheer scale of the terminal. She didn't know that beneath the polished marble floors of this city, secrets were buried—secrets of a father she never knew and an empire that had been stolen before she co

Kael spent the first day after the System alert cataloguing what legitimate looked like. Imperial investigations of collapsed territories followed documented protocols. He knew this from the novel's background chapters about territorial administration and from his own systematic review of Imperial governance structures during his previous life when he had been researching political systems for completely unrelated purposes.

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.

I started walking. And somewhere in the northern capital, in a palace that had never once held anything as inconsequential as a servant girl from Ruen, the new Emperor sat alone in his war room at dawn with maps of a continent that was already entirely his — and felt, without explanation, without precedent, without any framework in which to place the sensation: Restless. As though something that had been very far away was, slowly, getting closer. ~~~