Malcolm In Empire Novels & Stories

The business needed me. The investigator’s voice cut through my reflections. "Malcolm resisted being separated from his brother. But his father threatened him with the lives of both Damian and their mother. Eventually, Malcolm had no choice but to comply. From the age of 13, he was raised to take over his father’s illegal businesses. He excelled in chemistry and learned how to manufacture drugs. Despite the separation, Malcolm retained a deep affection for his brother. He believed it was his fault he couldn’t protect Damian."

The Philosophy of the Iron Malak wasn't a remnant of the Architects. He was the leader of a "Death-Sim"—a sector of the Source designed for high-stress military training that had been abandoned and left to evolve in the dark. While Elara’s team had been learning to feel, Malak’s team had been learning to Endure.

But I expected it. My lips curled into a smile. “A noble sentiment,” I replied, tilting my head slightly, I added, “But unnecessary.” Jasper’s smile was beginning to strain. “And why is that?” A door at the far end of the hall opened. Heavy, measured footsteps echoed against the marble floor, filling the grand chamber with a palpable shift in energy. Gasps filled the room. Sir Langston The best knight in the empire. The man who trained the Crown Prince. A warrior whose name sent shivers through enemy ranks. And my aunt’s husband, thus family.

The rest we buried. The men follow Malik because he is vicious and brilliant. They follow me because of the fear. We’ve built a new empire out of the scraps of old loyalties. Every name that falls adds to ours. Every surrender spreads the myth further. Crimson Rogue. The woman who makes monsters kneel. Malik stands over them all, tall and bare-chested, tattoos crawling down his arms,one for every life he’s taken. He doesn’t count anymore; there’s no space left.

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

It was a domestic scent, so alien to this space of cold steel and flickering monitors that it felt like we had stepped into a different dimension. ​Malakai wandered into the kitchen then, looking significantly better after a few hours of sleep, though his neck was still heavily bandaged. He stopped at the sight of Julian Blackwood, the most powerful man in the North American pack system, flipping a slightly charred pancake while a four-year-old cheered. ​"I’ve lived through three gang wars and two Council purges," Malakai said, leaning against the fridge. "But this is easily the most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen."

Her expression shifted subtly — humour receding, something colder sliding into place. “Tighten the network,” she said briskly. “Redirect. Make rogues suspicious of their little… human friends.” One of the younger enforcers frowned. “That’ll make them unpredictable.” Morgan flashed him a quick grin. “They’re already unpredictable. At least this way they’ll be unpredictable away from me,” she said with a shoo gesture of her hands. Another ripple of quiet amusement. That was the thing about Morgan — she made strategic warfare sound like a mild inconvenience.

I did as told lifting Malaya to sit next to me. I have him a once over and if it wasn't for his non existent breast, I'd say he's a she. His waist was really small, maybe a 24 or 26, his wider than usual and his ass was fat. He had such a beautiful smile and his eyes were beautiful too. God damn I'm star strucked. "Good morning, my name is Nurse Malakai Crawford and I'll be your nurse from now on. Miss June is on sick leave so I'm her replacement until she gets back" He said smiling politely.

But he no longer felt compelled to carry the entire burden alone. He had helped build something that could see without him. That was the difference between indispensability and legacy. One evening, as the sun dipped low and the city lights began to rise, Marcus stood at the edge of the grounds again. This time, he did not scan. He watched. The empire was quieter now. Not complacent. Not naive. Just steadier. Marcus felt the unfamiliar sensation of standing within a system rather than guarding it from outside. For the first time, he did not feel replaceable.

Someone who could give him the information that he needed to annihilate the whole organization. He decided that it would be the new purpose of his life. To hunt down every single member of that organization and erase their existence. Someone needed to dispose of the trash and he would gladly take up that role. I won’t do it for revenge. This is to make this empire a better place. “Who are the people who took over the city?” Dio asked Matt with a determined voice. “It was Cairo Monde who initiated the rebellion but he was serving a certain Captain Joe and Captain Jake.”