Stick War 2: Order Empire Novels & Stories

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.

We were fighting it the way we loved each other. With violence. With precision. With inevitability. With a bond reckless enough to reshape kingdoms. And God help anyone who stood in the path of a story like that. Because empires crumble. But storms with names? Those live forever.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

Nick's POV The screeching of the tires pulled me from my annoyance. The car rolled over the marbled courtyard of my father's mansion. The bright sunlight bounced off the polished hood of my sleek black Jaguar. The world outside looked buzzy. The neighborhood still maintained its clean calm essence, just the way he liked it. Just the way he believed everything should be. But inside me, it was anything but perfect. My jaw clenched as I turned out of the block and onto the sleek road.

"Is that still on the table." Something flickered across his face, there and gone so fast I almost missed it. "It's still on the table," he said. "Once this is over. Once Alessia's threat to your daughter is permanently neutralized, and Camila and George are secure, you'll have exactly what I promised you. I don't break my word, Darian. Not to people who've earned it." I wanted to ask what earning it actually meant, what specific measure he was using to decide whether I'd done enough, but something about his expression told me the conversation had reached its natural end for tonight.

He knew that, in this world of betrayal and shadows, the only thing that was certain was their choice to stand side by side. *** At the northern border, Stella and her small army crept through the bushes and rocks, moving quickly in silence. They approached an old building-the ruins of an ancient fortress-that was now the outpost of the Black Order. Stella made a hand signal. Nessa and Mara split up, approaching the fort from opposite sides. From the shadows, Stella watched. Two guards loitered in front of the fort, in dark uniforms, carrying modified rifles. In one of the old towers, another figure could be seen-a woman with glossy black hair, speaking through a communication device in her

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

But I never expected situations to always work in my favour. "If there's any hesitation, Beta. You can stay behind." I told Aakash, talking on the stairs. "Not happening. I'll live with my brothers, I'll die for my brothers." He repeated the words. They were curved on their hearts when they took the blood oath. I got behind the wheel and twisted the keys. Drake hopped in. I wanted to end this as soon as possible. Arnav had given me all proof of him being the stalker. Though he was always hiding his face behind a mask. Tan had brought him up. He stole Antonio's son years ago and trained him to destroy us. His obsession for my wife would bury him in his graveyard. I accelerated the car as ange

The woman hurried to sign for the package, and I slipped toward the exit. By the time she turned around, I was already standing outside. “Ma’am, I can’t complete this order today. I’ll file an incident report with the app. If you really need pet care, please place a new order with clear details.” I left immediately. At the time, I thought it was just a weird mix-up. I had no idea that from the moment I stepped into that mansion, I was already being targeted.

With that, he pulled a gun from the back of his waistband. Another shot rang out. Guards scrambled for cover, weapons raised as they returned fire. “Who the hell are we fighting?” I snapped. “It looks like the head of a rival family I refused to ally with through marriage wants to show me exactly what I turned down,” he snapped. “How did they breach a place this secure?” I asked. Zavier fired another shot before answering. “My grandfather wants to teach me a lesson. Scare you. Or maybe kill you in the process so he can marry me off to the woman of his choice.”