Night Elf Empire Novels & Stories

On the ground are the rotting corpse of the beast folk and what seemed to be human soldiers who had their battle. The crows and the vultures circle above and gather around the corpses, singing to their feast. Seeing that there were no children and women from among the corpses, the Emperor felt that there was hope. But the reality has suddenly dawned on him: someone used the mark of the empire to do this to the beast folk. The reality of the Dark Order’s threat has just dawned on him. But the Emperor will soon leave the mortal realm and pass his empire down to his son without even finding anything about the Order.

It was as if she was invisible because the Griffin Guards and Vampire Warriors failed to notice her as she passed by. Zornoxphere was a large empire with three kingdoms – Bardovia, where vampires reign; Griffindelle, the home of the griffins; and Zaldigore, the domain of werewolves. It was not complicated to tell the kingdoms apart at all since all three are located in the empire’s north, east, and west part respectively. Dwarves, witches and wizards, on the other hand, lived together in a smaller area of Zornoxphere called Moldengork. It was at the southern part of the empire, and also the closest to Nardovoa. Fortunately for Elise, a longer flight was not necessary due to the close proximi

It meant that Black humbly accepted her role in this op. “No, I don’t. Quite opposite actually.” (How many are inside the den?) “I’d say 20, it can be more.” (... How strong are they?) Smiley shook his head, adjusting his optics closer. “I’m not sure. Pointed ears? Are you familiar with elves?” (Elves? Have we encountered elves previously?) “As far as I know, never.” Black mulled over it for a moment before opening her lips. (New faces, new threats, new problems. I’m so not familiar with this world. This world’s rules are probably much more complicated than the empire's, don’t you think?)

The imperial capital was a city of gilded masks and whispering secrets, its marble towers reaching for the heavens while its streets pulsed with the blood of the forgotten. Nia had walked its stone paths before, as a child, holding her mother’s hand as they shopped for food. Now, she walked as an assassin, her every step calculated, every breath measured. She was no longer Nia Wolfsong—the girl whose village had been burned and destroyed. Now, she was "Mist Fang," the most elusive, feared assassin in the empire.

Caleb ignored that part, his attention soon homing in on the mention of Corvus. "What are the other nations of Middleton?" he asked. "There are three empires—the Kuat Empire, the Jormund Empire, and the Corvus Empire! Each of them is backed by a Sanctuarian clan or sect." Caleb nodded thoughtfully. The empires would definitely be more powerful than fiefs like Zoronda and Danmarch. That was why they were called empires! Fafnir watched Caleb just then. "What's on your mind, boss?"

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.

They glowed now, bright with unease. Below, the valley stirred with more than evening activity. Messengers on swift mounts had arrived all day. Far to the south, the Empire of the Iron Veil had begun its slow march northward. Their emperor, a cold and calculating man named Veylan Thorne (no relation to the original line, though he claimed otherwise in propaganda), sought the “source of unnatural longevity and forbidden power” rumored to lie at Thornwood. His armies carried machines of war fueled by captured star-iron. His priests preached that the old bond was heresy an Omega’s trick that had weakened the world. Ela’s three mates joined her in silence.

Chapter 30: The Shadow of the Spire The outer rings of the Eastern Imperial capital, known across the continent as the Obsidian Spire, did not resemble a standard settlement. The city was a geometric marvel of black basalt and polished white marble, built in three concentric, heavily fortified circles around a central mountain peak. For centuries, the Pureblood Dynasties had lived within these walls, insulated from the rest of the world, believing their wealth, their military sophistication, and their segregated lineages made them completely invincible.

“Did you read this?” “Yes, my prince.” “Oh boy!” without another word, Rudieloff left the room. Oliver was very confused at the moment. Queen Eleanor tapped him on the shoulder “don’t worry. He’s not going to do anything to you. You have my word. Go home now.” Oliver was escorted outside by two guards. But everything that had just happened did not make sense. First, they wanted to ask about Vivienne. Next thing he knew he was reading an old text with a battle so uncoordinated that he could not connect the dots no matter how much he tried. Why would the queen offer him the text given the fact that now he was being looked at as a potential threat to the kingdom. But Rudieloff was visibly angry

She complained remorsefully, "I'd have to live under their shadow for too long, I forgot what it felt like being my person." "Well, I'm sorry about that, but my stock answer is still no," Keira stated, "I still have about two to three hours till my shift is over and I'm not trading my salary for anything." Elvira's crestfallen countenance switched to a mischievous one, upon Keira's statement. "What if I pay you a hundred bucks, to cover up for the rest of your shift?"