Magic Empero Novels & Stories

Casper called him 'the right arm of the kingdom and Altruon's strength,' though he would steal his headship, ravage the land, and plague us with grief. "In the weeks following Stephan's death, the name came to mean no more than the violent and murderous rebellion he had inspired. His legacy was tarnished by his unsatiated lust for power. There had been such great bloodshed that the people were appalled by him, and he could no longer bear it. When at last Ramus came to power, there was such resistance to his reign throughout the seven regions that he asked that they crown him by his name." He paused, and Avera's eyes watched him with a spark of understanding. He nodded, knowing that she alrea

It satisfies me. Honestly, Emery is far from what I've expected. He has lived in Melbourne since he was eighteen and due to that, he has not act like a self-centred prince. He seems very humble and common; like a normal person. No one would have expected him to be royalty. Neither would I, at first.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

Ruthless and insatiable for power, he thrived on control, growing more ravenous with every conquest. And now, when he was at the peak of his empire, basking in the wealth and influence he had long craved, Lorenzo Kim had returned. The Kim Clan, once the supreme rulers of Korea’s underworld, had been a shadow of its former self for years. But Lorenzo had changed that. One by one, he was tearing Zane’s empire apart—stealing his contracts, luring away his allies, undermining his control. And now, Zane was steadily losing ground. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “How the fuck do you have no clue about this?” His sharp gaze snapped to Vanessa, his inside woman—the bait he had ski

I'm Ember, the mistress mute daughter to the late Crescent Moon alpha. I'm being tortured by my stepbrother Leo because his mate told him she didn't like how I looked at her. “Here,” he said, tossing a small pouch of water in front of me. It landed with a dull thud, tantalizingly close yet so far from my grasp. Ignoring the excruciating pain in my muscles, I dragged myself forward on trembling arms, every inch a battle against my broken body. But before I could reach it, Benson grabbed the pouch and laughed cruelly.

Especially since my visual impairment in one of his ranked member’s children makes the pack look weak. As soon as we shift. You’ll be able to see through my eyes. Says Emerald excitedly. Maybe then our mate will want us. I remember the vision I had from before. Emerald can help me see. But do I really want a mate who doesn’t love me because of something I can’t control? Wesley has continuously either ignored me or let me know how useless I am to the pack. He won’t make me his Luna. And perhaps I’ll have to feel betrayal for the rest of my life. I think back to my vision. No he’ll reject me. I think bitterly. So much better. Emerald whimpers in my head. I wonder who the brown eyed person is t

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

“That’s Gregor Vuk, ex-military. And that’s Lina Petrov, Drazen’s personal messenger.” Matteo leaned closer. “She was in Palermo two years ago.” Dominic nodded. “She moved quietly. If she’s in town, Drazen is closer than we thought.” --- Meanwhile, in the game room, Derek and Leo were sprawled across the carpet, surrounded by markers and drawings. “Look,” Derek said, holding up his newest creation. “Super Leo with a bionic heart.” Leo laughed. “Make sure to add the scar on my chest.” Derek drew it with care. “Done. You look awesome.”

“I swear I’ll have the money by next Friday. I have a new gig lined up—” She raised one perfectly arched eyebrow and slowly lowered herself onto the wide leather couch, crossing her long legs. The silk robe parted just enough to reveal a smooth thigh. She didn’t speak for a long moment, letting the silence crush me. When she finally did, her voice was low, smooth, and terrifyingly composed. “Alex Mercer. Twenty-one years old. Computer science student. Broke, irresponsible, and apparently under the impression that I run a charity.” She tilted her head slightly. “I don’t.”

Zeke winced. “First it was the minotaurs.” Posy stated. “Then Nerius.” Hunter pointed out. “Those two mermaids.” Indrick finished. “I’m sorry Empress, but you are a damsel in distress.” “Oh no.” Oz whispered. “A damsel?” I yelled. “I...I am not a damsel in distress! I am an Empress! A powerful woman!” “You are, Empress.” Hunter agreed. “However...you do seem to be taken a lot. I mean I was knocked out and you were snatched.”