Oblivion Imperial Corruption Novels & Stories

I think of what Liviel said once. The lawful good alignment, when they commit, don't do it halfway. They will be generous and patient and warm right up until the moment they decide, and after that they are immovable. I thought she was describing a limitation. I'm revising that now. "No," I say. "It won't be a problem." "You're certain." "Look." I raise my wrist between us and show him the display. The number on the corruption index, ticking slowly, steadily in the wrong direction. Lower than it's been since I arrived.

“Because I lost them in traffic and ran the last two miles through the rain. You think I’d lead killers straight to my best friend?” Elara finished bandaging Lila’s wounds and sat back. The three of them crowded around the small table as Lila pulled out a flash drive from her soaked jacket. Jax plugged it into his laptop, his shoulder brushing Elara’s. Even after everything, his nearness sent unwanted heat through her body. The files revealed layers of corruption. Secret contracts. Large cash transfers. Names of people connected to the port authority and underground networks. Elara’s stomach turned as she realized how deep her parents had been involved. The empire she grew up believing in wa

Adrian commanded softly. Luca’s heart leaped into his throat. "What?" "I told you the rules get harder, Luca. You wanted to prove you aren't a pet. You wanted to trespass into my space, to break my things, to mock my house," Adrian said, walking slowly toward the edge of the bed. His voice was entirely devoid of anger, which only made it more terrifying. It was the calm of a man who had already decided exactly how to dismantle his opponent. "You want to live like a rebel, but you forget that you signed a contract. Every act of defiance has a price. And tonight, I am collecting."

The game had changed, and now, the stakes were higher than they had ever been. Kael’s voice was steady, filled with the authority that had earned him his place as the future ruler of Lupis Imperium. “This ends now, Varis. You’ve manipulated everything and everyone for your own gain. You’ve played us like pawns, but no longer. The truth is out. And your time is up.”

"Marcus just finished tracking the asset liquidations from the Virginia yard. The previous directors were deliberately inflating the component costs on the flagship line to kick back corporate bonds to Victoria's private equity firm in Zurich." Avery turned within the bracket of his arms. Her front pressed warm against his sweater. She looked up into his gaze. The sheer depth of the regime’s corruption was like a cancer they were cutting out of the fleet.. Standing within the warmth of Silas's presence the weight of the empire felt completely secure. "They were willing to risk a structural failure at sea just to pad their offshore accounts " she whispered. Her hands rose to rest flat against

"But the shadows in the streets... they say otherwise. They say the deep-dwellers always knew the darkness would return, and they made their pacts early." "Listen to yourself!" Leo demanded, stepping closer. "You are a decorated commander of the Light. You know how the enemy works. It eats at your mind from within!" "I only know what my eyes see, and what my people fear," Vane said quietly, turning his back. "I will maintain the peace in the lower quarters, but do not ask me to trust them. Not anymore." Outside the citadel, the corruption manifested not as monsters, but as a heavy, gray fog that smelled faintly of static and old ash. It hung over the marketplace, where merchants who had trad

Then Oliver spoke from the other side of the table. “It’s spreading differently now.” Everyone looked at him. He had grown taller again over the last few months. Longer limbs. Sharper jawline beginning to appear beneath childhood softness. But his eyes stayed the same. Too observant. Too careful. Oliver slid three medical reports across the table. “The corruption isn’t attacking bodies first.” Voss reached for one of the papers. “Then what is it attacking?” “The bond.” The room went still. Oliver swallowed once before continuing.

Understanding it so completely that I can turn its nature against itself. "Impossible," he whispers. "Evolution," I correct, echoing his earlier words. "Taking the next step that lesser wolves are too afraid to imagine." The corruption reverses course, flowing back toward its source. Toward Cassius. His scream echoes through ancient stones as corruption he created, corruption he thought he controlled, finds its way home. The dark energy engulfs him, his body convulsing as it tears through him. But even in defeat, Cassius proves dangerously resourceful. As corruption swirls around him, he staggers toward a control panel, slamming his palm against an emergency protocol button.

The promise that once we were rulers of this Empire, we would pay a visit to Olivier. "Please, Olivier, rest in peace there. Azazel and I would undoubtedly look after this empire and correct all of its flaws. Things that would cause harm to the citizens, burden them, and kill them on the inside." I spoke gently, my gaze fixed on the gravestone ahead of me, and I sensed Olivier's gaze on me. "We'll do everything we can to make this empire a secure place to call home." - "Tell me who is it." As he was bound to a chair, I questioned Gavril with a stoic gaze.

Adrian pushed away from his chair and stood up angrily, “I’ve worked myself into the ground for years to be able to bring MID down, and now I’m just expected to sit back and let you guys take over? That’s horse shit.” Agent Gregory gave Adrian a weary look before he addressed him, “I know it isn’t ideal, but we now have evidence of the human trials they were illegally doing on DC’s homeless population. And that’s not all, they have warehouses across the US, it was a national setup. This case spans far and wide, and doesn’t only fall on DC territory, Mr. Chase. It’s out of your hands.” Adrian smoldered against the wall instead of sitting back down, and I raised my hand, “How long have you all