Novel Lord Empire Novels & Stories

That meant it was serious. And that meant she had no choice but to go to him. The drive to Blackwood Empire was smooth, but Lena’s mind was anything but. She stared out the tinted window as the city blurred past, her fingers tapping lightly against her knee. It had been a while since she last stepped into Grayson’s territory. Blackwood Empire stood as one of the most powerful business empires in the city. Its towering glass building loomed ahead, sleek and imposing, just like its owner.

Edrin asked through clenched teeth. A page bowed low. “Yes, Chancellor.” “And what did she say?” The page swallowed nervously. “Her Majesty said that if the northern emperor intends to threaten war, he may do so after noon because she has not yet finished breakfast.” Several men closed their eyes. Lord Vassel exhaled as if his soul had left his body. “We are doomed.” Before Chancellor Edrin could agree, the eastern doors opened, and every back in the chamber straightened at once. Empress Halrem Vaelith entered as though she had been invited to a mildly tedious recital rather than an emergency diplomatic summit with the most feared sovereign in the known world.

I looked at the new vampires of Harlow Empire and I could tell how nervous they all looked. It was not something easy to be taken from your human life and get thrown into the world of vampires in a matter of a day or two. Such a traumatic experience if you would ask me. Each Empire was named according to the name of its founder. The founder of my empire was Jonathan Harlow; thus, the empire was called Harlow Empire.

Because that was the name of their empire, Gordon empire, and the name of the emperor Arthur Gordon 'What the hell did I just read?' And before he could even process everything he heard some footstep nearing where he was

"The palace became busy since you left. I don't know what they're planning to do, but it seems like they are planning for an upcoming war." "War, huh," I murmured. That old man is following what happened to the book. The last war, the battle against the two neighbor empires. But we failed the mission, we didn't get Sylphysis. What is he thinking? Without Sylphysis, there is no way that they will be able to defeat Cassius. In the novel, half of the population of this country was wipe out. It only took a single blow for Cassius to burn this empire.

“Don’t worry about it, Your Imperial Highness. It’s been a while since I found someone entertaining like him so I actually enjoyed our conversation.” After that short conversation, King Lawson and Lady Emily were escorted by the Evander and Achelous back to the Eldford Hall. Meanwhile, the emperor immediately headed to his library without saying a word to Emery. He wanted to delve himself into work rather than drown himself into thinking that the woman he badly wanted had fallen in love again with the other ruler. It was frustrating on his part, especially that he was so close to having her crowned as his empress. If only those rebels did not ruin Emery’s stay in Colsier, then the current si

They were wizards, in Kade’s eyes, of making the world of the rich and powerful dance to their tune. He was too young to remember a time before Sinclair and Associates—their first, noisier, more public child, in a sense. By the time he was born, the empire was firmly established, its roots sunk deep in the foundations of the city. It wasn’t until he was a newly-minted teenager that he understood the full nature of what it meant to be at the head of that empire. What it meant to be a Sinclair and to carry so much power, so openly in his name itself.

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

The girl pulls her hand away in disgust and pushes me aside as she walks away. I stand there stunned, "Don't worry, she's such a prude." I heard the other girls say. I turn to them and introduce myself, "My name is Prince Alex Windsor, the heir to the throne." "Wooww," one of them says. "An actual prince?" Another asks and I nod. "Anyways this ball seems boring, I'd love to take you four on a private tour of the palace." I say to them. They all nod eagerly as they followed me out of the ballroom.

"The child—" "The child and I are entirely fine, Lucian," I interrupted softly, leaning into his warmth for a fraction of a second before stepping back to assume my posture as Sovereign. I looked down at the defeated army, then up at the high mountain peaks stretching toward the pale winter sky. The cellar was a lifetime away. The bridal veil of Ashmoor Cathedral was a distant memory. We had broken the vanguard, crushed the coup, and claimed the northern frontier. But as the cold wind whipped across the battlefield, I knew the true war—the war to build an empire that could withstand its own history—was only just beginning.