Stick War 2: Order Empire Novels & Stories

I ripped the flesh from his throat, baring my fangs and claws. Before the other one could shoot me with a laser gun, I lunged at him too and pinned him to the floor. I grabbed his laser gun and aimed it at his forehead. He froze and started pleading. “Who ordered you, and where are you taking us?” I demanded, pressing the gun harder. “I’m bound not to say anything, Empress. I don’t care if you kill me—what matters is getting rid of someone like you! It’s already too late, we’re in the Outlands and a sandstorm is coming!” he laughed loudly. I punched him hard.

“From our lord and Emperor Caesar Randall Tiberius, Supreme Leader of Remas and Recipient of the People’s Senate. ‘I hereby Declare a State of the War in the Remanian Empire. Our War with Persiais over, but we face another foe. A massive rebel force that seeks to raise anarchy, death and to ensure Destruction of all that we have fought for. They have assaulted the cities of Londana, Stantum, Barcelos, New Capua, Rendra and the Capital herself. They have slaughtered many good Remanian citizens and are robbing us of our hard earned peace. Let us remind these fools of the Might of Remas. Glory to the Legions, Strength and Honor and Roma Eterna’ “

The emperor clenched his ax and swung a heavy strike. Remy, Strider, and Sage gripped their daggers as they leaped into battle. Remy commanded, "This guy's really strong, so we’ll have to work together. I'll distract him. You two go on the offense." "Got it!" Remy’s light enveloped him as he charged at the emperor. Relentlessly, he swung his weapon. Of course, the emperor was not just going to sit back and take the hits. He too swung his ax at Remy.

Governments were paralyzed, their conventional armies realizing that tanks and fighter jets were nothing more than toys against monsters the size of skyscrapers. Only one entity offered salvation: Sterling Corporation, now officially operating as The Order of the Shield. In just three weeks, Sebastian had transformed his unimaginable wealth and the ancient Architect technology into a global military superpower. The carbon-titanium Aegis Mechs were put into mass production. Recruitment stations for 'The Shield' popped up in London, Tokyo, New York, and Rio, drawing ex-military operators, elite mercenaries, and desperate idealists willing to fight against the apocalypse. The crown jewel of thi

The ache of waking up to an empty bed, wondering if I pushed the only man who ever truly saw me too far away. But I couldn’t afford to miss him. Not now. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A week later, our counterstrike was ready. I stood atop the Montrose tower, wind cutting through my suit, hair pinned back like a crown of war. Below, armored vehicles rolled into formation. Drones scanned the horizon. My empire—fractured, bleeding—was moving like a single beast under my command. "Initiate Phase One," I said into the comm. "Confirmed. Strike teams en route."

Caelum looked out at the sky, where three massive, iron-hulled war dreadnoughts were emerging from the storm clouds, their heavy siege cannons trained directly on the Citadel peaks. "Leave no survivors," Caelum commanded coldly. "Valerius wanted a total war. Today, we give him the end of his empire." Lyra looked up at Caelum, her Sun-Marked crest blazing with unyielding, majestic light. She squeezed his hand firmly, ready to face the storm by his side. As they walked side by side out toward the high stone battlements, hundreds of allied wolves from the southern packs and rescued rogues from the lower sanctuaries streamed onto the walls, weapons drawn, shouting their devotion to the Apex King

“You’re not worried?” Rowan’s expression turned dangerous. “Victor just made one mistake.” Lucian raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” Rowan pulled back onto the road. “He reminded me exactly why I stopped playing nice.” Behind them, the Hale empire had officially entered a public war. And neither side was planning to lose.

"You built the cages, but I know how to enforce the lock. The safe-mode state ends tonight, and the empire stays with the active command." ​

"If you take another step, I cannot guarantee your safety." When they heard this, Gord and the two cyclops' eyes immediately widened. They exchanged glances while sweat started to gather on their bare heads. They did not anticipate that a human, let alone the simple commander of a little army, would be able to see through their disguise. Contrary to the Brightwing Empire, which was at peace, the Beast Empire had always been engaged in civil war. The Beast Empire had the highest quality warriors of any empire, and Gord himself was an A-rank. Additionally, he was only a deputy captain of one of the more than 500 tribes that made up the Beast Empire.