Novel Lord Empire Novels & Stories

"Mother... he didn't marry her." Her mother looked at the screen and then back at Zara. "Then the battle for the empire has truly begun, my daughter. If he is free, then Falcon Enterprises is the next move." Zara stood up, the tears from the roadside bench completely dry. She wasn't just a girl in a flat anymore. She was the Queen, and her King had just burned his world down to find his way back to hers.

“Gather every man we have, drag those bastards to the old field. I want their heads severed and mounted on the streets like flags. They think they’ve gotten brave, they think I have gone soft. Let me remind them who rules this city. Let me remind them what happens when you dares to touch what’s mine.” I ended the call with a tight grip, my knuckles pale from the pressure. I had built this empire on blood, fear, and loyalty and it seemed some fools had forgotten. They’d learn again tonight. Turning from the window, I barked another order into the intercom. “No one is to go near my wife, Not her family, not my family, not even the fucking maids unless cleared by Oliver himself. I don’t care wh

said Rishi. Eloy looked down but nodded. "I understand," he said. Rishi patted on his head and walked away. -------- Eloy walked into his room. He saw the emperors lounging, one on bed and the other in the Diwan. He did not spare them a glance as he went about his night rituals. He knew they were following his every movement. "You are irresistible when angry," said Adharva placing his hand around Eloy and turning him. Eloy looked at his emperor, face red as he did so.

Isabella The Pamplemousses Botanical Garden is sprawling and green, making the villa’s manicured perfection look like a toy. Giant lily pads float on dark ponds while tangled canopies break the sunlight into scattered gold. Dante walks beside me, hands in pockets, sunglasses hiding his eyes. He hasn't stopped critiquing the trip since we stepped out of the car. "The humidity is going to ruin that linen," he says, eyeing my dress. "And these paths are poorly maintained. A waste of an afternoon."

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

"No." Kael's voice when it came was the voice of someone who has been waiting for the question and is not certain he wants the answer but is going to ask it anyway because not asking it does not remove the answer from the situation. "Then what are they?" Nova's answer took the length of a full breath to arrive, and when it arrived it arrived with the quality of something said by someone who has thought about it enough to be careful about how it is said rather than quick. "I do not believe they are the Empire's," she said. "I believe they are something that the Empire has also drawn, by doing what it has been doing, by moving the way it has been moving, by pushing into places it has been push

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

With this, we finally reach the end of the First Volume! More Volumes will come but as you might expect from a human, I need a break. I feel happy reading your comments and opinions towards my novel, it makes me more motivated in writing. Next Volume!: Adventure to the Unknown Deformed Land! -----------------------------

At first glance, he looks very much put together, but his pallid complexion as well as the perspiration on his forehead betray his true feelings. Though being a server might seem to be easier than working all night at the kitchens, from experience I know this couldn’t be further away from the truth. In actual fact, I would take the physical exhaustion that comes with slaving away in the kitchens anytime over serving those stuck-up and arrogant high class wolves any day. Whom at the littlest mistake and tiniest provocation would unleash the most sadistic, inhumane torture on an unsuspecting Omega.

Sebastian stated coldly. He refused to wait for the lady’s response. Jumping higher than the trees, he remained floating in the air for a while before speeding up. Sebastian headed to his destination, the elders’ estate. “So why did I even bring in a carriage?” Claudia, the lady who was left behind, murmured, asking herself. She rolled her eyes heavenwards and followed the young lord. In the Vacil Empire, other than the emperor, there was a man known for his riches. Owning almost half of the lands in the whole empire, the emperor granted him the title of “Duke of Vacil.” They treated him with respect wherever he went.