Magic Industry Empire Novels & Stories

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

"Anne-Marie is a child." "She will grow," Emelio said, his tone turning dark and absolute. "Do you have a problem with that, Madison? Don't tell me you think I am just going to hand you all that gold... all that fortune... without having a share of it? Yes, you being the Lady of the Yard helps us move funds easily through the accounts, but I am talking of a long game here. An insurance of your loyalty." Madison stared at Emelio as he spoke. She knew deep within her that she was finally close to the life she had always wanted for herself and her children. Her patience had paid off. She would be a billionaire, the head of a legitimate real estate empire.

The grand throne hall of Lupis Imperium glittered with a thousand golden chandeliers, their light reflecting off polished marble and tapestries that told tales of past triumphs. The air was thick with anticipation as the council gathered, the murmurs of noble houses echoing off the stone walls. Kael Stormfang, the Alpha Prince of the empire, stood at the head of the room, his face impassive, his eyes unreadable.

Their boots resounding in perfect unison. Beacon Hill is twenty times larger than Mystic Valley, wealthier and more brutal. The compound sprawls over miles of land—housing barracks, training grounds, slave quarters, armories, and council chambers. Slaves toil in the fields while mines dig deep into the mountains to extract precious metals. The walls soar forty feet high, reinforced with steel and dark magic no one knows off. This is true power—not the scrappy resistance that Kai built or the ragtag pack he calls family. This is an empire.

Sarah was already at her desk, aggressively typing and refusing to look up. Rolling back to my cubicle, I adjusted my chair and set the ice pack on the desk. The monitor woke up, the Ridgewood files pulling back onto the screen, but the numbers immediately blurred together. A soft metallic shifting broke my concentration. Michael stood at the edge of the partition, holding a massive, tangled loop of silver metal. "Behold," he announced, dropping the heavy metal loop onto my desk. "The Empire." Staring at the pile, it took a second to realize it was made entirely of paperclips. Hundreds of them, maybe thousands, all linked together in a chaotic, sprawling chain that snaked across my keyboard

Only wizards can do that, they need to material to perform magic or they call it medium. I’m not really familiar with it dahil wala masyadong books about wizards, they said that the last magic empire were abolished for almost 500 years ago. At that time, they were called warlocks. I stared at my black bracelet, it was very beautiful. The designed and patter were bloomed black flowers with curvy vines. I wonder what is it’s function. It would be the best if it could protect me from danger. A shield would be excellent. Sip.

Julian smiled a slow, cruel smile. "Malakai is an Alpha," Julian said softly. "He fights with steel and fists. But the Empire fights with ancient magic and political power. If he marches his army to the Capital gates right now, the Emperor's energy cannons will wipe his entire pack out in minutes." My blood ran cold. I knew Julian was telling the truth about the cannons. I had seen what three ships could do to the southern keep. If the Alpha king brought fifty ships to the Capital walls, Malakai's army would be destroyed before they even reached the gates.

To be honest, facing such Super Power, even I were a little bit reluctant to say that I can win, even if I throw Nuclear bomb at the Empire several times, I doubt that it can make a dent on their vast land. But one thing that is good about the Empire is that they were very hostile to the Church of Light religion, as they openly worshiped their own belief, which is the God Emperor, that is right they worshiped the emperor as if he was the god himself. Egoistic and most definitely full of themself, if I might say, but then again I don’t really blame them after all, it was the Monarch decision to shape his society to the mold that he desires. But another matter that made me worry about the Batt

she asks. “I’d say Almost seventeen years.” I say. “Though our friendship is a little different, Craig isn’t his real name. we’ve never met in person. But we talk on the phone all the time. He doesn’t ask for anything, doesn’t pry he just talks to me without any strings attached.” Dr Morgan’s expression softens. “You feel safe with him. The barrier of not knowing who you really are keeps you safe and also you don’t have to worry about what’s going to leak to the press...”

Twenty-five is still young, is he on crack? Instead of replying, I roll my head onto the couch and shut my eyes. I can't deal with his crap right now. He's always been like this-forcing me into shit I don't want to do. "Life is short, son, especially if you're in the mafia. You'll need heirs by thirty, at the most." He stops before speaking again, hoping this last sentence would make me want to marry some random girl. "And, it'll be a good alliance."