Iron Empires Novels & Stories

Empire was a legend. For more than five years, there had been no confirmed appearance. Governments had searched for them. Corporations had offered astronomical sums. Powerful families had attempted to recruit them. Every attempt had failed. Some claimed Empire had retired. Others believed Empire had died. A few insisted that Empire had never existed in the first place. But Zeke knew better. Empire was real. And if Daniel Han wanted to start a war... Zeke would make sure he had the strongest weapon available.

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.

"Even our brothers sell us off for cheap change, and the battle our fathers from century fought and conquered, are the what in an ensemble we turn a blind eyes to, yet we suffer with gritting teeth." The hope for a utopia, was immersed in despair. The leadership was as it has always been in a typical dilapidated era, ruled by only power hungry lords. Ekryons, are the names of the emperors who ruled the four continents -Empire- that survived the last war: the servants of the god Ekron.

I really didn’t notice this the first time I came across it, maybe because I travelled at a really fast pace when I first came here. “It’s so pretty.” I said out loud. Prince Shiro looked at me with a smile on his face. The wide open fields reminded me of a park that I visited back when I had free time in between deployments. I know I’ve seen the map of this entire region but I’m curious if there are any other regions besides the one within the maps. What awaits us outside of this region? I began to think of every possibility of what could be out there. I’ve only known the 5 Empires within this whole region: The North, South, East, West and the Central Empire.

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

After the great war, the Empire was divided into 5 lands, the Northland Warine, the Southland Marshforth, the Eastland Downbridge, the Westland Hurthend, and the middle of the empire, Runalia. Each of the lands had their own lord and was famous with many tales behind the land. Some were ferocious with only mythical creatures or beast around and some mixed with each other to learn how they could co-exist with the human.

Duante's POV I bottomed out my drink. It pissed me off when she pointed the gun at herself. She was going to hurt her. I've told her I don't feel for her. Fu**! I can't keep her out of my thoughts. She is driving me crazy. It's a pure feeling. I don't want her forcibly. People didn't dare to come near me. Today I allowed them, because I wanted to prove my wife wrong. I'm an international businessman, not just it, I'm The Mafia Emperor. My eyes were searching for my girl. I saw remorse in her eyes when these girls were swaying around me to catch my attention which I ignored like always. I put the empty glass down and picked up the second one. I sipped from my second drink. My eyes were fishin

If anything, they sounded almost encouraging. I smiled to myself before opening the next file. House Blackmoor. Iron mines. Large weapon forges. Strong military. Several famous generals had come from the family over the last century. One detail caught my eye almost immediately. “They’ve supplied the Imperial Army with steel for over a hundred years.” Magnus nodded. “They have.” “And they’ve never missed a delivery.” “They haven’t.” I looked up. “So they’re trustworthy.” Magnus raised an eyebrow. “Are they?”

The fleet that rounded the horizon of the Detroit ruins did not "Thrum" with the indigo-silver frequency of the Benthic-Wild, nor did it "Resonate" with the lavender grace of the Amethyst-Spires. It moved with the rhythmic, percussive clatter of internal combustion and the high-pitched whine of electromagnetic turbines. These were the "Iron-Sovereigns" of the Pacific-Sector—a technocracy that had turned the archipelagoes of the East into a fortress of "Non-Biological" existence.

The modest healer who spoke little and never let anyone too close. Until the twin Alphas of Red mountain stumbled into my sanctuary. They were legends even before they crashed through the vines and broken marble columns. Kain and Darius. Twin terrors of the largest pack in the northern wastes. Cursed by the old gods never to find a mate, doomed to rule without softness, without release, their rutting reduced to brutal, empty conquests. I smelled their power before I saw them—dark pine, smoke, and raw, frustrated testosterone that made my hidden cock twitch traitorously beneath my gown.