Mirror Empire Novels & Stories

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

The weave begins to shift, casting a massive, glowing holographic illusion into the air above the pavilion. It’s a perfect, shimmering reflection of the Silvercrest mountain range—but the peaks are fracturing. The glowing silver lines reveal the hollowed-out centers of the northern granaries, the empty vaults beneath the palace, and the massive, bleeding red lines of debt connecting the Joyce family treasury to the High Council’s private accounts. The Shattered Mirror is reflecting the exact economic rot Emily intercepted in the dark. It is showing the entire world that the mighty Northern Empire is completely, utterly bankrupt.

Versions of Emery are flitting in and out of existence all around her as she stands alone in the center of a fractured storm. And ahead... shining dimly through the mist of broken time... A door. old. enormous. She intuitively recognizes the runes covering her. The Door of Origin. The presence of the mirror was inappropriate. Not here, where the time is backwards and the skies are warped. Not among the specters of shattered timelines and collapsing universes. However, it was. A towering, silver-framed mirror, standing lonesome in the center of a broken courtyard, unaffected by the devastation that is eating away at the globe.

He looked strikingly similar to Joel. Emily furrowed her brows, reading the caption on the screen: "JOEL MANCHESTER, CEO OF EMPIRE WORLD CORPORATION." Her mouth fell open in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, but it was still the same man and the same caption. Her mind raced, connecting all the dots: the bank accounts, the lavish lifestyle, the shopping spree. The man she was living with was indeed the CEO of Empire World Corporation. Everything suddenly made sense—the familiarity, the arrogance, and the inhuman aura he carried.

It was a private army, all for one girl. "Look at it, Iris," he whispered, standing behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his breath hot against my ear. "This is the Moretti Empire. And it’s yours. Every guard, every dollar, every secret. I’ve built this cage out of gold and steel just to make sure the world can never hurt you again." I looked out over the vast, beautiful, and terrifying expanse. It was breathtaking. It was magnificent. And it was a tomb for the girl I used to be.

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

POV EMMA BELLE The vessel that emerged from the rift was not a mercury-ship or an asteroid. It was a perfect replica of the Sun-Spire, but its obsidian was bleached to the color of bone, and its emerald vines were made of frozen, unmoving silver. It didn't dock; it simply phased into our space, occupying the same coordinates as our harbor without displacing a single drop of water.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Emily snapped furiously. "Okay cool down angry bird. I need your help." Liam said. "Go on," "As you already know, Zahir is very sharp. If I so much as breathe in Mirrie's direction.." "Wait a second. Who the hell is Mirrie? I thought we were talking about Zada. Damn it. Are you some kind of playboy to get the names too confused." Emily asked furiously. "Hold your horses. I call Zada as Mirrie. Now can we move on."