Stick War 2: Order Empire Novels & Stories

Instead, he was standing alone between the warehouse and the approaching convoy. Why? The question lingered. Unfortunately, no one had an answer. Down in the factory yard, Victor slowly raised both hands. Not in surrender. In patience. The tactical commander from the second convoy approached him. The conversation was too far away to hear. But their body language spoke volumes. The commander looked furious. Victor looked bored. They argued for several moments. Then the commander pointed toward the warehouse. Victor calmly shook his head. The commander stepped closer. Victor didn't move.

Vera leaned forward, clutching the obsidian fang at her waist, dream-silk thread still twined around her throat scar. “Hold on!” Lucien barked over the wind. He kicked free the sky-cycle’s boarding ramp, and they launched down the slope into the jagged peaks beyond the Citadel walls. They flew low over the shattered battlements, rebels waving victory flags that snapped like bloodied banners. Behind them, the Spire of Storms smoldered, its broken turbines wreathed in prismatic dust. Yet the pulse-weapon’s remnants still hissed in the air—a warning that the empire’s wrath would not fade in mere hours.

Adrian tried to reason with him, "That doesn't mean they're not coming. Just put down the gun and come downstairs with me. We can sort this all out without anyone getting hurt." But I could feel Bill's grip on the gun tightening, and I knew he was about to make a costly mistake. In the blink of an eye, Adrian charged at Bill and knocked us both to the ground. He wrestled for control of the gun while I scrambled away, my heart racing as I watched them fight for my life. *** *Adrian’s POV*

"Three years to turn the Fifty Packs, the Northern Keepers, and the Eastern Dynasties into an interstellar war machine." He looked down at his Empress, his hand tightening possessively around her hip, his gaze filled with endless, fiery devotion. "They think they are coming to harvest a surface world," Dominic growled, his voice echoing out into the vast holographic cosmos. "They will find an Empire that owns the stars." Clara leaned back into his scorching chest, her amber eyes refocusing as she smiled with brilliant, triumphant resolve. She looked down at Prince Silas, who was softly laughing as he caught a drifting holographic star in his small hand.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

A fleet of six black, armored Sterling Enterprise transport SUVs, escorted by motorcycle outriders, pulled into the private courtyard, their high-intensity strobes flashing in the morning air. Marcus stood beside the lead vehicle, surrounded by heavily armed tactical guards, stepping toward the high-speed executive lift to report to his master. Vance sat up beside Kaelen, his bare chest catching the golden morning light, his physical posture towering, majestic, and completely restored. He reached out, his broad hand coming around the back of Kaelen’s neck, pulling Kaelen in for a deep, firm kiss before looking out at the world waiting below. The lockdown was over. The fortress doors were ope

Serena Sutton was my fiancee, but she wanted to marry my bodyguard, Evan Brooks. The man was a cheat. I didn't want her taken in, so I took her to see for herself what he really was. While the two of them were fighting, a car came through at speed and killed him. And Serena hated me for it with everything in her. In the third year of our marriage, she killed our son. I was in so much pain I was coughing up blood, and she put a knife in me. "Adrian, this is what you owe me for Evan." Only then did I learn that she had never forgotten him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the second before I meant to expose him. This time, I'm staying out of it.

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

“If we are to stop this madness,” the former swarmfather continued, “we must first remove the Empress from her seat of power. We must repeal the Imperial order to invade, pay whatever restitutions we can, and immediately reinstate trade. “Our Empire doesn’t need to fight with everyone. To those who think we do, that’s why limited war negotiations exist. We’ve proven the ability to trade and fight at the same time. Should both galactic nations want that. “What we need to do is keep our markets free and open and filled with currency.”

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.