Magic Industry Empire Novels & Stories

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

he says. I frown. They’ve demanded anything from me in the ten years I’ve been with the company. “Is there a particular reason I need to?” I ask. He nods. “One of the grandkids of the Jacobs, Aaron Jacobs nephews Asher and Aiden Wilder is in the NFL, and they want more people watching the game... They plan on buying the team if they win...” he explains. I nod. “Okay I’ll do it. But the day before the game I’ll be halfway across the country. I don’t know if I’ll make it back in time...” I warn him.

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."

I was glad to be back in my secure and happy zone. Book Two: THE MAFIA EMPEROR will come soon!

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.

Although she couldn't bring herself to trust him, knowing the kind of person he was, on Elvira's advice, she decided to give him the benefit of doubt. He bared himself to her afterward, telling her almost everything about himself. He told her about his parents, their divorce, and his mom's death a few months after. How he from graduated Camden with first-class honors and how he's going to take over his father's vast business empire when he turns twenty-four. He was pretty honest with her about everything, or so she thought.

Maybe I was trying to figure that out too. and then we pulled into the driveway. he blinked. "holy shit." to be fair, the place was massive. sprawling estate. black iron gates, paved stone walk. the kind of house people built when they had too much money and not enough soul. tall windows. too many doors. fake ivy climbing brick walls. "Seth," he said, voice low with disbelief, "I knew you were rich. But this is..."

"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."