Night Elf Empire Novels & Stories

Whoever she was, she had to be strong, powerful, maybe even dangerous to sit on that throne. "No one knows yet," my assistant replied. "But her identity will be made public soon." Could this be someone I already knew? Had she been working quietly in the shadows of business? Well, we’d all have to wait to see who owned the empire now. I paused for a moment before turning back to him. "Send our condolences to the Smithfield family immediately. Flowers, and a gift as well," I ordered. "Yes, sir," he said, quickly typing into his tablet.

The city slept uneasily beneath a veil of mist, its skyline blurred like a lie told too often. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse, Elara Thornfield watched the lights pulse, old, distant, obedient. The world always looked honest from this height. That was its greatest deception.

I paced back and forth like a madman then picked up the office line, dialing the security guard. "His Highness. Good morning, how may be of service," "George!" I thundered into the phone. "Oh, Prince Alex. Sorry, I didn't know—" "Doesn't matter. Are you aware of the whereabouts of Nick Peters?" I demanded. "Your Highness, he left the palace last night," he responded. So he left? For a second, I thought it was a prank. "Your Highness?" George called from the other side, bringing me back to reality.

The demon beggar continued to stare at him, still not quite believing what he was hearing. "Because I, Vyrelen, and all of these Nightweavers you see behind me, we will become your weapons," Vyrelen continued. "We will be your army. We will fight for you and protect you and help you build an empire that will be feared and respected across all lands." The demon beggar looked past Vyrelen at the hundreds of powerful Nightweavers standing there, and then looked back at Vyrelen himself. He thought about the offer for several long moments. And then slowly, he nodded his head in agreement.

Nighthowl Systems was the culmination of too many independent warriors' sweat and blood; it was an insult to their loyalty to let my emotional scars dictate the movement of our legions. Besides, my inner wolf had ceased to care. "If your beast is prepared to endure that insult, my own pride flatly refuses!" Orion growled, his alpha presence radiating hot through the crystal link. "The northern territory is teeming with independent warlords and heavily armed chieftains—the Calder Dominion is not the sole superpower holding gold in its vaults. Nighthowl Systems has never stood at the valley gates waiting to be selected by a sovereign! Maintain your focus on the Wraithfang core architecture. Le

The Imperials immediately raised the bid by one hundred thousand, which made the audience enthused. The Elven Empire and the Brightwing Empire were neither friends nor foes. Their relationship can be described as neither excellent nor terrible. "Five hundred thousand." From the side of the elf, a cold voice could be heard. I had the impression that this voice was partly familiar but yet slightly foreign. It sounded like the person had switched genders. I was irritated that even my senses couldn't penetrate the shroud that concealed the room. "Seven hundred thousand." The Imperials were exceedingly wealthy and added another two hundred thousand in an instant.

But i want to believe that i can come back i'm with him and we'll have fun together. "You said there are five empires in your world. Each one has a different race living in it. What are they, Rose?" i squeezed his hand and looked up straight to the glowing flowers that i think have just been sprinkled. “The empire of vampires that my father is king, the empire of wolves, the empire of gods and goddesses, the empire of fairies, and the empire of witch. The empire of witches is the most feared destination of the majority because of the strange energy that envelops their place.

Emelia Lane ‘s POV I live in a distant town. This is a place called “The Midnight Empire”. It is a place governed by werewolves. We do not have the Internet here. Even the highways are under the werewolves’ control. We can not get in touch with the outside world or ask them for help. No one in the outside world knows our stories.

he says. I frown. They’ve demanded anything from me in the ten years I’ve been with the company. “Is there a particular reason I need to?” I ask. He nods. “One of the grandkids of the Jacobs, Aaron Jacobs nephews Asher and Aiden Wilder is in the NFL, and they want more people watching the game... They plan on buying the team if they win...” he explains. I nod. “Okay I’ll do it. But the day before the game I’ll be halfway across the country. I don’t know if I’ll make it back in time...” I warn him.

Elara watched the city breathe from the penthouse window. Night lights blinked like promises that never kept. The room smelled of lemon and old perfume. Glass and steel held everything together up here. It fit Adrian—clean, sharp, cold. He came in without knocking. He moved like a man used to being obeyed. He took off his coat and did not look at her. He poured himself a drink with hands that did not tremble. “Elara.” His voice had no heat. “We sign tonight.”