Magic Industry Empire Novels & Stories

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

Nick's POV The screeching of the tires pulled me from my annoyance. The car rolled over the marbled courtyard of my father's mansion. The bright sunlight bounced off the polished hood of my sleek black Jaguar. The world outside looked buzzy. The neighborhood still maintained its clean calm essence, just the way he liked it. Just the way he believed everything should be. But inside me, it was anything but perfect. My jaw clenched as I turned out of the block and onto the sleek road.

"You're okay?" "Getting there," I said roughly. "But what's happening to Jagg? What are those things?" "They are identified by many different names, but my family called them the Great Ones. They aren't of this realm but are the creators of it - of all of the realms of Earth." He studied Jagg grimly as the gargoyle continued to wrestle with his penalties correlated with his wish. "Jagg has too much unchecked power now. I knew they wouldn't allow it." He paused and we both watched as a tattoo appeared on each of the emperor's wrists. On the floor at the tip of Jagg's biggest toe, a small gold lamp appeared.

Stuck with this. Amara had always been the golden child, even if she didn’t need to be. She worked part-time at a cinema, not because she had to but because she liked it. Mom adored her. Both of her husbands adored her too, calling her a goddess. And to be fair, she did look the part. Red hair, dimples, hazel eyes, a perfect set of teeth. She was beautiful, and I hated to admit it, but it was true. Although it was something she would never hear me admit, I'd rather die than praise my sister's looks

"You mean hoarding it for yourselves. Building your organization on stolen magic and murdered innocents." "Every great empire is built on the bones of the conquered," Marcus said without shame. "That's just the nature of power. And make no mistake, Zayne—the Hunters are an empire. We control more territory, more resources, more pure magical energy than any other organization in the supernatural world. All because we've been smart enough to recognize opportunity when we see it."

Santoro looked between us with the quiet satisfaction of a man watching an experiment yield exactly the results he expected. “I hear she’s precious to you,” he said. I kept my eyes on him. Not her. Him. “What do you want Santoro.” “You know what I want.” “Say it.” He tilted his head. “Your empire. Your territory. Your networks in Milan, Rome, and the north.” He said it simply, like he was listing items on a shopping list. “Sign it over. All of it. And walk away.” “And if I don’t.” He glanced at Nina. Just briefly. Just enough.

I take it as my cue to convince him. "Father, think of it. The moment Tedmold takes the throne and makes me his Empress, you won’t just be an Alpha of this small, poor pack. You will be the Father of the Empress. I will make you the Richest Alpha in the Empire. I will bestow lands and titles upon you that you couldn't dream of. Your wealth will be counted in mountains of gold, enough to buy the loyalty of every other pack." The mention of 'mountains of gold' is the magic word. The fear in his eyes slowly recedes. He looks at Tedmold, then back at me.

I felt a surge of pain and I reflexively held on to my forehead. I knew it! I knew the peace we had over the last two months after his disappearance was just too good to be true. It was really too good to be true considering how hell bent Sage was on possessing the band and ruling the entire Magical kingdom. He wasn't going to stop at ruling our kingdom alone. He wanted to be in control of the human world as well. I knew the way we overcame the last time wasn't a real assurance that he won't be back. I really wish this isn't true.

Had he paid attention even closer, he might have spotted what Kirou was about to tell him on his own. "Well, it goes a little like this..." Following that line, Kirou started to explain in detail how the different gameplay modes affect many aspects of Immortal Era such as the exp received from killing monsters, using skills, and crafting items among other things. This convo went on for ten minutes before Kirou finally stopped speaking, after which Mistaken Fox had his jaw hanging off the floor.

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