Martial Emperor Novels & Stories

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

I ask. “Macon is over the imperial wolf pack that is south of us. There are two imperial wolf packs. One belongs to Macon and the other to Lester. Macon is unruly and vicious. Lester is more calm and easy to deal with than Macon. If my mother knew this, that might be why she wanted you dead,” Erick says. “Are you telling me that my brother is evil?” I ask. “He is more than evil,” Erick says. “Wan wants to take me to see him so he can tell me about my past,” I say.

His face was unreadable in the dashboard light. “Enough.” Of course he would. My papà couldn’t hide my records from him. Leonardo was a known Don in the full Cosa Nostra, feared by all. That was why my papà needed him. Men like Leonardo didn’t just lead families. They shaped empires. According to my father, this marriage alliance would make both families stronger. “Then I’m sure you already know someone died…. because of me,” I said quietly. Barely above a whisper. But in the enclosed space of the car, it sounded like a confession.

Liam Mathews 25 years old. A cruel, possessive and powerful man. He is the firstborn of Douglas and Alina Mathews. As his father is ruling as the Emperor, he will be the next Emperor of the mafia world. He and his family live in California. Attending the wedding of his right hand, he saw a girl and fell for her at a first sight. For her, he was ready to kick his throne and he did. Douglas Mathews 57 years old, The mafia Emperor. He is cruel and powerful. He is the father of Liam, Aiden and Bryan. Liam is the more powerful son and capable to be the emperor and he declared him as the next heir.

However, the first country that gave him a hard time was Acora. Through Keith's teachings, I had learned that the Empire of Acora gave birth to warriors who made history, known for shedding gallons of blood on the battlefields to protect their nation. And the current Emperor, Cheng Lee, was one of them, as were all his ancestors. Before he was crowned Emperor of Acora, he was the head of the Imperial Army, as were his predecessors. At that time, Cheng Lee was called the Lion of Acora. It was a kind of family tradition. On one hand, the Cheng dynasty was known for its cruelty, but on the other hand, its politics were often described as revolutionary, perhaps too much according to their oppone

That figure seemed somehow familiar. "Dorian?" I blurted out without thinking. "Seraphina." Dorian did not seem surprised to see me. Perhaps he had already known that the Emperor and the Empress would be there that day. He was only a year older than Nathaniel, but his face was weathered beyond his years, making it impossible to tell his actual age. He had also become even thinner, with sunken cheeks and protruding eyes, wearing thin clothing in the cold winter. When he walked, his legs moved slowly, as if he had some difficulty.

It was a sound she had not thought she would hear again: a measured step that belonged to someone used to rooms with glass and steel. Elara’s heart thudded hard. The step moved closer. The small sound of metal on floor felt like a clock. The man in the hallway straightened. Mara’s jaw tightened in a way that made her hands close. The door opened all the way. He stood in the doorway like a man who had been carved from two lives—one that loved and one that learned not to. He was taller than he remembered from the last time she had seen him; time makes men larger or smaller depending on how you look. His hair caught the light.

I blinked. Only then did I remember. Tonight was not just about revealing my identity, there was something else just as important. My engagement was going to be announced. The man I was engaged to was Matteo De Luca. He was the Don of the most powerful mafia family in Mavland, a rising force whose speed of expansion and accumulation of wealth had shocked even the old, established families. Over the past two years, every major family had been trying to form an alliance with him. A union between his family and the Costas would be a true merger of power. More importantly, he had agreed that our firstborn son would carry the Costa name.

Powerful enough to dominate the entire room without speaking a single word. A long dark coat draped across his massive frame, embroidered with silver markings resembling claw scars across the chest. A black mask covered the upper half of his face. But nothing could hide his eyes. Molten gold it carried ancient power and predatory. The entire ballroom subtly shifted around him. Nobody bowed. No announcement was made. Yet every Alpha in the room instinctively moved aside as he walked. Power rolled off him so heavily Kaelith could almost feel it pressing against her skin. “What territory is he from?” she whispered.

Only one man sitting above the Board. Only one person powerful enough to bury deaths. Erase records. Control corporations. And manipulate governments. The founder of Blackwood Holdings. The man Damian had admired his entire life. The man who supposedly retired years ago. The man Damian called grandfather. Arthur Blackwood. The room went completely silent. Then a gunshot shattered the window. Glass exploded inward. Everyone ducked instinctively. A second shot followed. Then a third. The mansion erupted into chaos. Charles immediately spun toward the darkness outside.