Mistborn: The Final Empire Book Novels & Stories

EMPIRE OF SIN — BOOK 1 The Rejected Queen Returns BOOK 2 & BOOK 3 — COMING SOON MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This book contains mature themes, violence, betrayal, and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. “I’ll make you a queen, Lilith. But are you ready to spread your legs without counting the number of cocks that go in?” Lilith thought she knew what betrayal looked like until she found her husband in bed with the woman she trusted most: her best friend, Anna. But the betrayal is only the beginning. When Anna attacks Lilith and accidentally falls down the stairs, she accuses Lilith of pushing her. Her husband believes Anna without question. Within minutes, Lilith gets

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

"It said, 'At which hour invasion starts from the heart. The creatures of the dark cometh f'rth. The daylight shall bleedeth. The moon shall caterwauling. F'r imm'rtality shall cometh to an endeth'. I'm sorry but that's how it was pronounced, but it says that the attack will occur from the heart that I found out that it refers to the heart of Wysteria, the place where the border of each kingdom, Avalone which is one of the closest to the heart of Wysteria. The disciples of darkness will come and ravage. The sun will bleed, or if I suspect correctly, it's talking about an eclipse or something about turning the sun red. I just don't know what caterwauling—" "Caterwauling means a cry from the t

He smiled, thin and knowing, as though he’d been waiting for this moment all along. “Miss Ambrose,” he drawled, voice low, dangerous. “Finally.” Zariah’s fingers tightened around her blade. But she didn’t let him see her fear. She tilted her chin up, meeting his gaze with cold fire. “You’re trespassing.” The man chuckled. “No. I’m delivering a message.” The elevator climbed, the numbers blinking higher, her pulse with them. “What message?” she asked, her voice calm, steady. His smile widened, cruel. “That empires don’t fall from the outside. They rot from within.”

The afterglow hummed warmly through my veins, leaving me boneless and strangely sated, yet somehow still restless. I stared at the ceiling, moonlight tracing patterns across the plaster. *This cannot happen again,* I told myself sternly, even as a treacherous little voice in the back of my mind whispered otherwise. *He’s dangerous. Arrogant. Off-limits in every possible way.* But as sleep finally began to pull me under, the last image flickering behind my closed eyelids wasn’t one of professional boundaries or regained dignity. It was Damien—naked, hard, and smiling like he already knew exactly how this game would end.

The Corvus Empire was to the north, while the Kuat Empire lay to the southeast and the Jormund empire southwest. As its namesake, Middleton was in the middle, while the three empires formed a triangle around it. Middleton City was also the turf of the executors, with countless more in other corners of Middleton. In just half a day, the airship swiftly arrived at Corvina. As Bigby led the way and with them having a clear goal, they went straight to the Blackmoon Traders' place. It was in the most busy section of the capital, the building itself a magnificent nine-story high.

“It’s done. The empire is collapsing.” Adrian smiled slowly. “No,” he said. He looked toward the burning mansion. “It’s just beginning.”

She aired her thoughts out loud, walking towards the shelf, catching sight of a familiar book cover. She pulled out the book from the stack when she got close enough and a smile formed on her lipstick-covered lips. TULLY by Paulina Simmons. "My Tully." She smiled to herself, a look of admiration on her face as she stared at the book. She was so engrossed in staring at the book, she didn't notice the figure that stepped into the room, walking towards her from behind. "Seems you've found something you love." A deep and hoarse voice spoke from behind her and she was startled, almost jumping out of her skin.

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”

According to my search, there is a book emporium down the street. It doesn’t take me long to find the corner building. It’s a grand brown brick building with piles of books sitting in the display window. The door dings as I walk in. I’m instantly struck by the scent of dust and paper. An old man looks up from behind a makeshift counter, smiling at me from over the top of a red hardcover. “Welcome and salutations my friend. Is there something I can help you find today?” he asks, setting down his reading material.