Shadows Of The Empire Book Novels & Stories

It was enough for her to see first-hand how easy it was for her to kill anyone to believe that he’s not someone to go easy with. “But I’m taking counter-measures,” said Luis, his hands on his back. The remaining Shadowests were sitting at the crimson meadows, surrounded by a tent the headmaster conjured. It had no walls, so the wind was able to pass through to dance around them. “I’m still uncertain, but I know for a fact that Dark has already turned most Zorpheans to his side. He prompted them to rebel against the Council since their prowess is being restricted by their petty rules.” Luis walked back and forth. “That Empire is long diminished from its welcoming hands. If I wasn’t careful, t

"They thought they could use your background to keep you in the shadow of their ledgers. Now, they are forced to watch you build our son’s future out of the ruins of their heritage." "They forgot that the shadow is the only thing that sees the structural flaws in the light, Knox," I breathed out, my arms wrapping tightly around his neck as his lips crushed against mine in a deep, demanding alignment of absolute power. The empire was no longer a disputed territory; it was a clinical reality, written in stone, monitored by my terminal, and guarded by the man who had crowned me his equal.

The once proud Don then sat in the shadows, unshaven, his eyes sunken, looking like a broken man. Someone stumbled in, his voice filled with despair. "Don… our last restaurants and shipping companies… they're gone too. The banks are calling in debts, and our enemies are already waiting outside." Vincent did not move. He looked like a statue. "And… and…" the man's voice shook as if he might break down. "We just received news… Sofia… she had a miscarriage… in the dungeon…" Vincent's eyes finally moved. Empty. No grief, no anger. Just a hollow, lifeless stillness.

His massive hand is splayed flat over my stomach, his thumb tracing a slow, protective circle over the warm, quiet node of our pup. I look past his shoulder at the polished obsidian pillars reflecting the firelight. The continent is finally quiet. The traditionalist elders are broken, the rogues are ash, and the deep jungle packs are on their knees. The North and the South are no longer two uneasy factions; they are a single, unbreakable empire bound by shadow and flame—and the legendary royal bloodline we are about to bring into the world is undisputed.

The air was thick with tension, charged with whispers and a latent power he had only glimpsed in fragments during his previous trials. Mafungashe appeared beside him without a sound, eyes narrowed, voice low. “The shadow has risen,” he said quietly. “It is a manifestation of Sipho’s legacy — unchecked, chaotic, and drawn to the weaknesses of the empire. You must confront it directly. Influence alone may not be enough. You will need clarity, moral judgment, and mastery over the shadows themselves.”

Every word was bait. Zaria found herself answering, her tongue sharp with both defiance and fear. “Shadows don’t bind empires. People do. And people are watching more closely than ever.” The envoy’s smile deepened, like a cat watching a bird twitch. “Precisely. Which is why the Empire beyond the seas must… assist. Stability is costly. And nothing in this world is free, Miss Zaria.” Lucien’s hand slid under the table, gripping hers hard enough to bruise. A warning, or an anchor.

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 4: Court Arrival The Exile Court rose from crystalline cliffs like a dream carved from living light. Spires twisted skyward in impossible helixes, their surfaces catching morning sun and throwing it back in patterns that made the eyes water. After three weeks of travel, after convoy conversations and careful diplomatic positioning, the sight struck her with awe that reminded her of the first time she'd seen Shadoweave's defenses—but magnified beyond anything alliance coordination had prepared her for.

Every move around me was tactical, calculated. Just like that cursed village. The one they’d all but forgotten existed. The Empire pretended to acknowledge it after the war, but in reality, they left it to rot. And me? I seized the opportunity. I made that place my shadow—my stage for schemes and alliances long lost to time. A sanctuary where I could work in secrecy, ask no questions, owe no explanations. A façade to keep up appearances. But now… the shadow is stirring. There’s no stopping it. Edward Wood’s visit merely accelerated the events—but ultimately, that hardly matters. What matters is that the DaWolf Empire is destined to fall.

Justice had created the vacuum. Now they would learn who had been waiting for it. The calm held. Too perfectly. And somewhere inside that stillness, something old was choosing whether to reveal itself. The empire had not fallen. It had gone quiet. Which, Lillian knew, was often how the real collapse began.

I don't even know what the hell it is, only that it leaves me shaking. A family with her feels almost unreal, yet my mind still dares to create a picture of tiny footsteps running across the mansion floors, a pair of eyes looking up at me, calling me… Dad. It gives me a thrill. But she doesn’t want it. The thought burns through me. The way she trembled in my arms made me weak. I needed to make her believe, to make her accept… but without hurting her more. The world outside had its own noise. The news had been everywhere these last few days, still flashing across the small TV in the car. The Chopra empire had been reduced to ashes. Their homes, their companies gone, swallowed whole by fire.