Shattered Empires Novels & Stories

Spencer was not able to distinguish if it was a mock or not. Emmette gazed at the overview of the Empire. Thrascias was so huge Emmette could not seem to see the end. It was a peaceful, magnificent empire that is the total opposite of Aparactias. If Thrascias is an Empire of Defense and land of peacemakers, Aparctias is an Empire of Offense where most of the forces were war-freak who only obeys the Ruler. Emmette released a stressful laugh. What iconic places to be ruled by one woman.

But as I looked closely, I could see them watching us carefully. ‘There..no..we are trapped in here. There is no way we could get past them.’ I gulped in some air, as the one with the horizontal plume began to speak. “Welcome to the Makedon Empire. You visitors have been as some of you are no doubt aware have been enslaved by us. The lawful subjects of his Imperial Highness, Emperor Alexander IV. We are members of the Imperial central army, V Legion. You are now soldiers in the newly formed slave corps. Your job is simple. Attack and kill what we tell you to. However, for you the Imperial Emperor has given you all one divine blessing. If you fight and win ten battles. You will no longer be s

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

And we will not let Emma and Renata walk away from the destruction they caused. The fall of an empire doesn’t always happen with a grand explosion. Sometimes, it collapses silently at first—like a crack spreading through glass, invisible to the eye until, suddenly, everything shatters. And right now, Renata’s empire is breaking apart piece by piece. A few hours later, at the company headquarters, everything is pure chaos.

With a crash, Rhett hurled his glass to the floor where it shattered into a thousand pieces. In the next instant, four shadows sprang into action, encircling Alexander. Three semi-Empyreans and one cybernetic titan, a notch above a Lord of War, ready for battle.

He growled with barely contained frustration, quickly losing control and slashing his arm over the tiny wax figures dotting the Southern border. His troops had just called to report yet another loss – and to the humans of all people. It was one thing to be routed by the shifter resistance forces, but it was an insult to grievous injury to be defeated by such inferior beings. The furious emperor was ready to murder his war council, convinced that they’d do about as much good to him as corpses as they currently served as advisors.

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

Not with shock. Not with anger. But with something softer. Respect. Outside the building… The sirens were getting closer. Police lights flashed through the windows. Daniel checked the final system message. “It’s done.” Emily looked at the screen one last time. Because the empire that once ruled the world… Had just been reborn. And this time… It belonged to someone who had never wanted power at all.

Shards of glass flew in each direction. One of the shards cut Whitney on the back of her hand, leaving behind a streak of blood. She moaned in pain and covered her wound. Still, she didn't respond to my statement. All she did was watch me silently. "Feel better?" she asked, casually wiping off the blood. She continued, "If doing that helped you feel better, smash all the glasses you like. It's my fault you're upset."