Shadows Of The Empire Book の小説・ストーリー

He wasn’t by any means weak, but he respected the creator of this novel - half of the time. But, there’s only one person who could beat anything despite all the setbacks. There’s gotta be one person. “Shadow…” He clenched his fist and huffed. “Hah… this is her power.” Shadow was the lord of the Underworld. She was the sole empire that managed the whole world of the Underworld. She may not have a lot of other territories in some parts of the country or city, but she had more than enough to claim herself as the emperor of the Underworld.

"I am sorry we did not find you. Sorry you grew up alone. Sorry you had to become strong by yourself. But I am not sorry you survived. I am not sorry you are here. I am not sorry you are exactly who you are." Something shifted in her expression. The shadows in her eyes flickered. "Aunt Lyra?" "I am here. We are all here. And we are not leaving you again." The Shadow Emperor roared in fury. "Enough sentimentality! If you will not serve me willingly, then you will serve me as corpses!" He unleashed his full power, not at us directly but at the foundations of his own realm. If he could not have victory, he would ensure mutual destruction. The shadow realm began to collapse in earnest. Not crack

“As many of these as we can, let's collect. They could have knowledge about the shadow or other dangers we haven't yet experienced." Eldon, Marcus, and Kyra reassembled with his crew in the center chamber. After gathering the scrolls and relics, they spread them out on a big table and started going over them. Eldon unfolded a scroll and perused the contents. “This is really interesting. It appears to go into depth on the origins and history of the shadow." Kyra drew closer, her interest sparked. "What does it say?" Eldon carried on with his reading. “It tells about an old creature that once commanded a huge dark empire. Although the Shadow King was long since vanquished, some of his power pe

Restricted Archives. The sign should have been enough to stop me.It wasn’t.I descended. The temperature dropped with every step, until the air itself felt sealed away from the rest of the world. At the bottom, a single table sat beneath a flickering torch, covered in books that looked older than anything I had ever seen. One title stood out. The Fall of the Shadow Queens. My breath slowed as I opened it.The pages were fragile, the ink faded but still legible.Illustrations showed figures surrounded by living darkness, not casting shadows but commanding them as extensions of themselves.

Together, they were learning how to navigate the chaos, how to fight back against the forces that threatened to tear them apart. And with each passing day, Kael realized something else: the empire was not just the land they ruled. It was the people who stood beside them—the ones who had fought alongside them, who had been with them in the darkest moments. The empire would rise again, not because of its walls or its throne, but because of the strength of those who still believed in it. But that would only happen if they could confront the enemy at its heart—if they could face the darkness that had been planted so deeply within their ranks.

“The empire will destroy you, just like it destroyed everything else. Your rebellion is meaningless.” Nia’s heart thudded against her ribs, and for a moment, she wondered if Eric truly believed his own words. Was he so lost in the empire’s control that he didn’t see what was happening before his eyes? The empire was crumbling, and all the power it had wielded for centuries was nothing more than a house of cards waiting to collapse. She stepped forward, her blade gleaming in the pale light. “You’re wrong. This isn’t about the empire. It’s about us. About what we’ve become—and what we can still choose to be.”

"Oh God, oh God, oh God." Shadow bumps up against my legs, trying to console me, but his presence here only makes it worse. My mind goes over everything I read tonight. The stories of Empaths being pursued to extinction. The descriptions of silver swords. The warnings of those who would not hesitate to prevent the supernatural world from reasserting power. Somehow, it's here, and they found us.

He then tried to speak but no sound would escape. The remaining officers encircled the doctor and proceeded to brutally place the hand cuffs on him while taking turns punching and kicking him. Cassia noticed the shadows slowly move away from the floor and walls. Their shapes were taking on a three dimensional form. The air temperature began to drop. The fluorescent lights began to flicker and hum. The room began to darken in a most unnatural way. The shadowy shapes twitched in time with the flickering lights which gave a creepy jerky appearance to their already slow and menacing movements. Cassia was never afraid of the shadows, but today was an exception. She could feel her little hairs sta

Empires were built on the fragility of men’s desires, their weaknesses, and their willingness to bend to power. Standing next to him, Camilla felt the weight of the night’s events pressing down on her. It had been a long journey—one fraught with danger, deception, and betrayal. They had done what needed to be done. Blackwood had been toppled, but that didn’t mean the war was over. No, this was just the beginning. As she looked out over the city from the penthouse, she couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of triumph and unease. The empire they had taken was vast, but it wasn’t the only one. There would be others—new enemies, fresh battles, and inevitable sacrifices.

Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, a god awaited his bride—and Penelope, terrified and powerless, was being pushed toward him like a lamb to the slaughter. The Underworld pulsed with a life of its own. It was a place where shadows danced along the cavernous walls, and the faint hum of restless souls filled the air like a mournful symphony. The grand halls of Hades' mansion, carved from obsidian and veined with faint streaks of glowing red, emanated an eerie beauty. The torches lining the walls burned with blue flames, casting ghostly light across the smooth floors, which seemed to absorb sound and reflect only silence.