Magic Industry Empire 소설 & 이야기

“David, you need a certain status and contribution to the empire before you can buy a tactical military weapon like the Milky Way Battleship. However, with our relationship with Princess Astrid, I don’t think this will be a problem for us. When we get to Planet Royal, I’ll mention this to Princess Astrid. I don’t think she will say no to us.” “Alright, I’ll leave this to you. We’ll change the Octagon on Planet Royal. Also, I’ll give you a list in two days time. Please buy those things for me in the name of the chamber of commerce,” David said. Since he was going back to Earth, he would buy some things. “No problem,” Mia answered. “There will be quite a lot of items, so please pay attention,”

It was something her father decided to share, making it look like it was the only way to send secret letters with magic. Depending on the family, the magic they had was different. There was Arcane magic, enchantment magic, summoning magic, holy magic, world magic, demonic magic, and pure magic. While the royal family and the Kristen family used Arcane magic, the Adamantine family used enchantment magic. The church used holy magic, gods used world magic, magical beings used pure magic, and last she heard, the Empire of Illumine specialized in summoning magic and demonic magic.

No, this was something darker, hotter, the kind that left me aching and furious every time he sauntered through the door like he owned the world. He’s twenty-four now. I’m nineteen. He dropped out of trade school after one semester, claiming he was “building his empire” by flipping houses and working odd construction gigs. He’d come home covered in dust and grime, muscles carved from real labor, smelling like hard work and trouble. Our parents ate it up—their reliable, charming son back under their roof. Me? I was the rebellious one who’d just started community college classes online while bartending nights, scraping together cash to escape this suffocating suburban prison.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

My mother sipped her wine, her gaze sweeping over the crowd with the bored look of a queen surveying a colony of ants. “What exactly are you doing?” I asked, letting a yawn stretch my jaw. “Our workforce is already bloated. We don’t need more mouths to feed.” A chuckle escaped her. “I am offering them hope, darling.” “You’re manipulating them,” I corrected her. “Empires are built on manipulation, darling. How do you imagine our kingdom became so powerful? It was certainly not by playing fair.” I tipped the last of the crushed wolfsbane from a leather pouch into my mouth. The bitterness barely registered on my tongue anymore after years of micro-dosing.

They said Dominic Pendragon once set a man’s house on fire… and lit a cigar from the flames. No one could prove it, of course. No one ever could. Dominic built his empire young — sharp-eyed, soft-voiced, and impossible to read. While other boys played games in the street, he was already learning who pulled the strings in the city... and what it took to cut them. By thirty, he controlled half the underworld. By thirty-five, he didn’t need to raise his voice. One glance could silence a room.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

I could faintly hear a man's voice in the background, and my gaze instantly turned cold. This preschool was a property I had casually bought for Kyrie's convenience, registered under the corporation's name. I was actually the only son of the Eyburgh Stone family, one of the most prominent families in the city. Back then, my parents had looked down on Nadine's background. To spare her from being mistreated after marriage, I had given up inheriting the family business. Using the first money from my college startup, I built my own company from scratch. Later, when my parents got older and saw that I could handle everything on my own, they handed the corporation back to me.

Now, they were pulling me back in. "But..." Mr. Finn shrugged, already walking away. "High-priority client. Looks like you made an impression, Elara. Don't mess it up and no more complaints." I stared at the closed door of the Raye manor, the massive structure which was weirdly giving off dark energy. They wanted me back? The place that held a piece of my darkest memory, the phoenix motif, wanted me inside its walls again. And I needed the money too badly to say no.

Chapter 267: The Glass Dynasty Isang malupit at gumagapang na katotohanan ang sumasakal sa aking sinapupunan, isang lihim na hindi gawa sa laman at dugo kundi sa isinumpang sintetikong lason ng toreng ito. The empire we built from the ash of the old world was supposed to be our sanctuary, a kingdom of pristine glass and silent marble. But standing before the panoramic window of our new dynasty, I realized that the cage hadn't vanished—it had simply found a way to breed inside me.