Novel Lord Empire Novels & Stories

"Let's go back to the palace." ***** LORDRIN'S POV I wish I could say that everything is fine now that I have fully won my mate back. But the truth is however the opposite and I am afraid of letting her know. The future may look bright now but soon it's going to turn very dark. I can fight to change it. But I am however not that kind of person anymore. Now I have something more beautiful and valuable than power. I would rather not be an Emporer at all and take Liora's hand and ride away in search of our own heaven.

“My Lord, His Majesty has sent a package for you.” He holds up a wrapped package for the Duke. Elthezar frowns and takes it, ripping off the wrapping. Inside it is a book. “The Realm of Man by…” Elthezar’s eyes widen in shock. Mikhael Vadimovna? The most trusted advisor of the previous Emperor wrote a book? “You may leave!” He orders the soldier. The latter bows and leaves the room. Once he is gone, Elthezar closes the door and turns to the book.

"The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus." Finesia flinched a bit as her lips parted, she doesn't know what Jeneva is talking about. Hearing Leonardo's name from someone's mouth makes her envious, it feels something wrong deep inside her. "I don't exactly understand, who is this Emperor you're talking about?" she asked. Jeneva trembles just by saying the Emperor's name. "The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood."

"'If anything happens to me, don't trust the Board.'" Seraphina frowned. "The board?" "The Board of Directors." A chill crawled through her. Blackwood Holdings. The company. The empire. The realization struck both of them simultaneously. This wasn't about one corrupt executive. Or one missing person. Or even Victor Ashford. The conspiracy had infiltrated the highest levels of Blackwood Holdings itself. Maybe for years. Maybe decades. Then another page slipped from the journal. Folded. Hidden. Waiting. Damian unfolded it carefully. A map.

Kael spent the first night after Aldric's return reviewing everything the novel had mentioned about territorial disputes in collapsed regions. It was not much. The novel had focused on large-scale conflicts between major powers, not the small-scale territorial maneuvering that happened at the edges of Imperial administration. But there had been side plots, minor characters, and background details that mentioned how lords operated in border territories where Imperial oversight was minimal.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern

"Isn't that our empire's guarding formation? It prevents enemies from entering our empire. The only drawback is that no one from inside is able to exit either!" "Right, although this barrier only lasts for one week and yet takes thousands of years to be recharged and used again, it is said that not even Monster Emperors can break it in less than a week! Last time, it was used in the Great War against the monster tribe. Are they attacking us again?" "Of course that must be the case. The queen won't be wasting this formation on something weaker than a monster king," people in the crowd kept on commenting. Tsarayu left the palace and looked at the barrier.

It is completed Called The Returning Ex. Book four is available on Goodnovel Called The Fake Empire. Their grandchildren starting With Aiden Wilder now have their own story...

But he couldn’t find Oneil. He supposed that he must arrive anytime sooner riding a car or a taxi cab. But lower than his expectations, he saw Oneil walking under the sunlight, sweating, struggling, carrying bags of wet groceries of meat and fish. Another man, maybe his friend and his younger cousin, went to help him. The Mercators almost lived like royals. Except for bearing any title, all of what they have can be accounted for as being a royal. Their empire was their corporation, their duties were in their positions, their people and friends were their workers, their jurisdiction were the market and economy. Louis cannot imagine falling away from that empire. He cannot imagine what the hou