Shadows Of The Empire Book Novels & Stories

"I own you. And before I allow anyone or anything to claim you, I'll battle fate itself. Her heart thumped. Alexander's commitment served as an anchor she was unaware she needed in the midst of the maelstrom of prophecy and shadows. To drown the terror in the flames between them, she desired to melt into him. She knew but the world wouldn't accept their selfishness. The rage inside of her subsided immediately his fingers touched her chin. His lips touched hers gently and frantic afterwards. The world vanished as Emily's body crushed against his chest and she moaned into the kiss. Her wolf howled with want as the heat soared. He tasted of devotion and fire, simultaneously promising protection

The space was dim and eerie, with multiple exit doors—each one a possible gateway to freedom or further doom. Before she could fully orient herself, a harsh voice cut through the silence. “Nice meeting you in person, Although it's not so much the occasion I thought we would be meeting.” It sneered. Anaïs' vision adjusted to see a figure of a young woman walking gently into the light following beside her was a bulky man, whose presence was as intimidating as his silence. Two more figures lurked in the darkened corner of the room. It took a moment for Anaïs to recognize them. The air of superiority belonging to Lilith and Sheryl was unmistakable.

Heart racing, Vanadine sought the source of the growl, eventually picking out a shape in the gloom. The shadow of the citadel hid a great deal but enough light penetrated to allow him to see the creature that was stalking him. The syphia was one of the largest Vanadine had ever seen, roughly equivalent in height to a pony on Earth. Muscles rippled beneath its sleek, black and white fur and teeth peeled back from inch long fangs that would meet and cross in a scissoring action, rending flesh with ease. Eyes the colour of midnight skies regarded him with dispassionate hatred.

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.

The stretch of space outside was still empty. The house was silent. She took a deep breath, her nerves steeling, and then she made her decision. She closed the door firmly this time, a little faster than before, and returned to the desk with purpose, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached out with a shaking hand, grasping the rosary and the strange book tucked underneath the file. As she pulled them free, she noticed how worn and peculiar the book looked, its leather cover cracked and aged. She turned it over in her hands, and her eyes widened slightly at the title embossed on the back:

Enzo is just happy to have all his ‘brothers’ The night air was sharp with sea salt and memory, Enzo stood at the edge of the pier, hands in his coat pockets, watching the shadows dance across the warehouse district. The same docks where shipments once moved in silence under the veil of moonlight. Where loyalty was currency and betrayal cost blood. He hadn’t set foot here in years—not since he chose a different path. A better one.

Alex opened the book Damian had given him in his library. It looked very old and dusty. Alex felt something strange about the book, as if it was calling him to read it. On the first page of the book was written in big letters: "Traces of what once was... Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction".

Tyr had the book, and Seren couldn’t let him take it away. “Seren, that book is related to an upcoming global disaster. Our mission is to return this book to Dragun Squad. We must not allow this book to fall into the wrong hands,” Jabir explained. “A great disaster? What a joke!” Seren exclaimed. “This is hilarious! Why do you even bother to make up excuses if you want to take this book for yourself? You’re a joke! The Song of the Empire was created to collect the fortune of the Vraniel Dynasty of over 400 years. Give me that book right now. It’s a family heirloom after all.”

“The succession war.” “Yes,” I said. “The emperor fighting to keep his throne. The heirs fighting each other. Nobles plotting against all of them. The Empire is too busy to retaliate, too fractured to aid Lone Star, and too arrogant to believe anyone would dare act while they’re distracted. We take Lone Star now, and the Empire can do nothing but watch.” Alessia tilted her head. “You mean to strike while the wolf is hunting itself.” “I mean to remove the wolf’s shield before it remembers we exist,” I replied.