Nobody's Empire Book Novels & Stories

Flipping it over, Clara saw an almost faded illustration of five banners, each representing the five ruling empires of Hiestora—green with a golden brown tree for Terralis, red with a blazing ember for Fiordalt, misty gray with a spinning wind for Eirinia, blue with an ocean’s tear for Nivalon and chilly white with smoking icicles for Frostalia. In her mind, Clara’s curiosity was clawing its way out. It was the first time she saw the other emblem, the odd one out, drawn separately from the others. Surely, there was no existence of another empire, was it? It could not have been possible to be hidden from plain sight. Because, frankly, how could a big empire, assuming that it was, be invisible

“The empire will destroy you, just like it destroyed everything else. Your rebellion is meaningless.” Nia’s heart thudded against her ribs, and for a moment, she wondered if Eric truly believed his own words. Was he so lost in the empire’s control that he didn’t see what was happening before his eyes? The empire was crumbling, and all the power it had wielded for centuries was nothing more than a house of cards waiting to collapse. She stepped forward, her blade gleaming in the pale light. “You’re wrong. This isn’t about the empire. It’s about us. About what we’ve become—and what we can still choose to be.”

So many failed attempts to take down Zavier and Caspian. Heavy footsteps echo behind me. When we step into the open, the space changes. The penthouse comes into view. Chandeliers. Red carpets. Rare antiques. Expensive art lining the walls. Zavier’s taste. Just like his father, obsessed with wealth, power, and control. I follow the bodyguard up the staircase toward the top floor. No footsteps follow behind me. I turn.

The once proud Don then sat in the shadows, unshaven, his eyes sunken, looking like a broken man. Someone stumbled in, his voice filled with despair. "Don… our last restaurants and shipping companies… they're gone too. The banks are calling in debts, and our enemies are already waiting outside." Vincent did not move. He looked like a statue. "And… and…" the man's voice shook as if he might break down. "We just received news… Sofia… she had a miscarriage… in the dungeon…" Vincent's eyes finally moved. Empty. No grief, no anger. Just a hollow, lifeless stillness.

Alesteria almost used her mana to throw her two bickering brothers but held herself back and just ignored the two of them, her eyes landing back on the book she has in front of her. The book was about the history of the empire and how it came to be, who was the founder, and how it grew as one of the most powerful empires on the continent. She learned that the empire was founded around the same time she earned her title as the witch of the mountains and that the founder was a commoner turned hero when kingdoms used to declare war on each other. This has set an impressive feat to the people and when this hero left to find his own path after the war, people followed him and soon crowned him as

He is one of the few cases to have survived and so he lived on the island and his descendants have been on the Empire since the dawn of time. To conclude this first point on the origins of this Empire, we do not come from the same country. You must have noticed it around you. Some people look different, but it doesn't matter how different they are. We are and will remain the same, equal in law. Thetia was not alone, she was accompanied by several people, and they formed the first village of the Empire: Thetia. How do I know it, how does the imperial family know it? Thetia wrote in several diaries her journey : from her birth and life on Edios to her death on Thetia. These diaries will be pub

“You think standing beside him makes you untouchable? You think this crown you’re wearing is real?” He took a deliberate step closer, ignoring the murmurs of the staff, his gaze burning holes through Lucy. “Let me tell you something about empires. They don’t last. They *crumble*. From the inside out. And when they do, it’s always the so-called queens who bleed first.” A hush fell over the room. His voice dropped lower, darker, intimate enough that only Austin and Lucy caught it. “Remember this moment when the walls start closing in. Because even queens get dethroned.”

“They want to know what the new empire looks like.” Emily glanced at Adrian. “But there isn’t an empire anymore.” Daniel nodded. “That’s the point.” Ryan grinned. “You just turned the most powerful private empire in the world into a public structure.” Emily sighed. “That was never my plan.” Adrian turned back toward them. “Maybe not.” Ryan pointed at the screen. “But it worked.” Daniel checked another notification. “Oh.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “What now?” Daniel smiled slightly. “Stock markets.” Ryan blinked. “What about them?”

Tyr had the book, and Seren couldn’t let him take it away. “Seren, that book is related to an upcoming global disaster. Our mission is to return this book to Dragun Squad. We must not allow this book to fall into the wrong hands,” Jabir explained. “A great disaster? What a joke!” Seren exclaimed. “This is hilarious! Why do you even bother to make up excuses if you want to take this book for yourself? You’re a joke! The Song of the Empire was created to collect the fortune of the Vraniel Dynasty of over 400 years. Give me that book right now. It’s a family heirloom after all.”

"Word is spreading. You vanished too tidy, too whole. People don't forget women like you." Natalie sipped her tea slowly, letting the warmth calm her nerves. "Let them talk. Let them speculate. I didn't disappear to be forgotten, Amara. I disappeared to build." Amara arched an eyebrow. "Build what? A secret life?" Natalie put down her cup. "An empire. One that is all mine." There was a silence between them, heavy and heavy with memory. Amara stepped closer to the messy desk littered with blueprints, financial projections, and concept drawings.