Iron Empires Novels & Stories

explained the Queen. - " You had mentioned in the letter you sent me, that correspondents were already in the world of the Eight Kingdoms. What exactly were they doing and where were they being sent?" - "According to the records of the correspondents, the first ones were sent to Hiviro and he had one objective: to make sure that no one knew of the existence of the Empire and of Thetia Kestle's survival. As the years and centuries went by, the Empire sent them to Edios, Dracoris, Hiviro, Abari and once to Acora. Then, between the 16th and 17th century, the Empire was invaded and colonized by Hiviro. After a century of occupation, the Flaming Army and the Empress Athea Kestle succeeded in defe

No easy way out. “If you want, I can give you a tour.” I turn to find Jero. White shirt, sleeves rolled up. Black slacks. Calm. Confident. Those green eyes watch me with quiet curiosity. “I think I’ll manage,” I say, continuing forward. “You might get lost in this maze,” he says, falling into step beside me. “Wouldn’t want trouble on your first day at the Ventura estate.” “Fine. If you insist,” I say coldly. We walk across the Carrara marble floors. I glance up at the Murano glass chandelier above.

Jared took a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes darkening. "There is nothing to tell, Amelia." "Oh, come on," I nudged his arm. "That's a lie. You took over your father's multi billion dollar empire, kicked him out of his own boardroom, and you walk around with a security detail that looks like a small army. You clearly didn't have a normal childhood." "Normal is boring," Jared replied smoothly, his voice flat. "I did what I had to do to survive. That’s all you need to know."

The iron tang filled her nose, her throat, until she could taste it. “You’re sick,” she whispered. He laughed, a short, mocking sound. “No. I’m only being realistic. You’re the one still pretending this game can be played clean. Look at you, all pale and shaky. You think you’re cut out for this? Empires don’t run on paperwork, sweetheart, they run on blood. And if you resist it long enough, yours would be on the floor.” He gestured to the scarlet pool on the floor and Carlos’ blank eyes.

The amber liquid caught the dim light like fire. “There are four empires,” he began. “Four crowns that shape the underworld—and the world above it.” Smoke curled from his cigarette as he gestured lazily with his hand. “The first—you already know well. The Black Dragon Empire.” His lip curled faintly. “Your old stomping grounds. Filth in tailored suits. The rot under the city’s skin. They run the dirtiest businesses—guns, drugs, flesh, laundering—and when things need breaking, they’re the hammer. Most of the crimes staining our streets? Their fingerprints are on them.”

“That’s right! Otherwise, the Undying Clan would have invaded it during the ancient period. Back then, all the worlds invaded by the Undying Clan gathered together. I know most of their names, but I really have not heard of the Iron Demons. “They are also very powerful. They can exploit the laws with technology. “If you think about it, when they can achieve exploitation of laws with technology, it’s definitely not like the utilization of a single individual. They have militarized a great number of laws, which is terrifying.” After that, Agatha told Alex that England discovered the Iron Demons first. Both parties had established a certain connection. Then, England took advantage and introduce

Ember's POV When I woke, the world was wet stone and cold iron. My arms were stretched above my head, chains biting into my wrists until my skin burned. The air shimmered faint blue, alive with whispers that hummed against my bones. Every breath I took tasted like metal and ash. My disguise was gone....no bandages, no cloak, no voice to hide behind. Just me. Ember. And the truth I’d spent months burying.

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.

Third POV The grand gates of the Emiliano Empire opened with a mechanical groan that echoed through the valley like an ancient beast waking from slumber. Inside the compound stood a world built on steel, discipline, and merciless power. The guards at the gate, dressed in all-black tactical gear with the emblem of the serpent crest stitched into their sleeves, stood to attention the moment the car pulled in. Inside the backseat of the vehicle, two young men sat quietly.