Oblivion Imperial Corruption Novels & Stories

“We are there to fight the deep-rooted corruption among the European Bureau of Elemental Energy. They have been lying to us for decades and the humans never were to blame for the war they declared against us. Together, we will rise above them and create a clean institution to govern our people…” “ARE YOU WATCHING ANDREW’S STATEMENT?” said Sebastian through mind-link. “Yes, but you don’t need to yell it in my mind,” said Coralis. “Andrew? Are you talking about The Rogue Paladin?” said Audrey. “Some day, I’ll become a pro at mind-linking,” said Sebastian.

“It seems history is repeating itself.” Alexander's jaw tightened. His hands, elegant and pale, curled into fists atop the moonstone table. “If that is true,” he said, “then the corruption we’ve seen, the poison that infects the rogues, the red light in their veins. None of it is random. It’s a summoning.” The murmurs grew louder now, voices overlapping in disbelief and fear.

This is all too crazy for her. “Can someone please explain what is going on here?” the principal stood up from her seat like had been seating on fire for the past couple of minutes “Madam Principal the situation is self explanatory. I am Chloe the founder of Empire. I originally wanted to live a low key life but that can’t happen because my secret is out. Is there any other thing you would like to know?” Chloe stopped her pacing and looked directly at the middle aged woman and asked “No more questions” of course the principal couldn’t push any forward, except she doesn’t want her job anymore. At this point Chloe could literally end a life. She had been through so much in such little time.

The imposter’s voice sliced through the tension as the mysterious goddess in the white robe advanced. "It's me, Emperor Caden! We've faced countless battles together. You're all my most trusted allies. Are you going to follow this unknown woman in defying me?" The officials exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. Though they revered Emperor Caden, their loyalty stemmed not just from his name and power but also from moral and unconventional means. While the imposter mimicked James’ habits, he quickly dismantled James’ image through his illogical and bizarre actions since arriving in the Greater Realms. His blatant missteps had tarnished the emperor’s once well-respected reputation.

He blinked and I cleared my throat. “I refuse for our marriage to be cancelled,” I said. My heart was telling me that this is not what I wanted and that I was sacrificing my pure love for Angelo, but my mind was telling me to be the better person and act as a true princess for once. Am I being too hard on myself? Or was I being too carefree? I despise the idea. I don’t want to get married to another man. I don’t want to get married so soon at all, but it is the idea of a King. The King of Wierxia, a wise and loved one. If he thinks that our marriage will bring a stronger and unified nation, then so be it. “A-are you sure?” he asked, looking concerned. This is a new side to Thomas. What exact

We're where we need to be to fix this shitstorm you've created. I didn't— Save it, princess. We don't have time for your guilt complex. Your sister's trying to kill your mate, and I'm not about to let some knockoff version of you with daddy issues ruin everything we've built. The darkness shifted, taking on texture. Not quite vision, but something like it. Patterns emerged—complex latticeworks of light and shadow, intertwining, separating, reforming. The corruption's true nature, revealed at last. What is this? I asked, fascinated despite the urgency.

He held it to me as if to offer me more, and I shook my head. “It’ll be okay.” He said, “It’s been long enough since you took the meds.” I shook my head again. I doubted I would even be able to finish this glass. Robust, my ass. This shit was hard. “The Corrupt are typically in positions of power.” He said as he sat the goblet down. I sat and mulled over what he said. “But not always. Some lie low, infiltrating like termites.” “So, like government?” I asked.

Dorian stared at him with open fury now. “You betrayed the Council.” “No,” Varis answered bitterly. “I betrayed my House first.” Silence followed that confession. Terrible silence. Then Lucien suddenly gasped violently. Black resonance surged across his chest now. The corruption was spreading faster. Seraphine’s expression changed instantly. “It’s accelerating.” Varis turned sharply toward Lucien. Fear crossed his face again. Real fear. The First King laughed beneath the mountain. Satisfied. The counterpart breaks first. The prison guardian roared again as another seal chain snapped apart.

“Okay… I knew this family was complicated, but this is next level.” Daniel kept watching the system. The protocol window had opened. A countdown had started. Empire Dissolution — Authorization Pending Emily stepped closer to Adrian. “If you activate this…” She looked at the screen again. “…everything disappears.” Adrian nodded slightly. “Exactly.” Ryan frowned. “Everything?” Daniel answered quietly. “All Hale-controlled companies.” “All corporate assets.” “All offshore funds.” Emily whispered, “That’s trillions of dollars.” Ryan exhaled slowly. “Well.” “That’s one way to solve a corruption problem.”

The screens behind her remained dark, but the evidence they contained hung in the air like a promise. Dante leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching the spectacle with a slow, dangerous smile. His presence was a reminder that no one would leave until this was finished—that the walls were guarded, the exits watched, the consequences inevitable. "They're doing your work for you," he murmured, his voice barely reaching her ears. "Yes," Luna replied quietly. "They are." Because corruption had a predictable flaw: when pressure arrived, loyalty vanished. The wolves who had spent decades protecting each other, covering for each other, building a system that insulated them from consequence