Stick War 2: Order Empire 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.

, a guy coming out of a warehouse said while clapping his hands. "N..., No..., please where is Adelakun", my Dad said looking at his face, he was in fear. Another guy came out of the same warehouse, "Yes, Adelakun were is my money, or else I will post the picture", my Dad looking at the guy that just came out. "Hahahah, so you still have the mind to speak, you are surranded throw your phone to me", Adelakun ordered.

I say my voice calm and unaffected. Jay Steward nods. "The group disband not because we weren’t good, it was because we were successful, they wanted the success for themselves. I’m different. I’ve written all of our songs and composed every single song we’ve sung. I’m going to make it big with or without you...” I promise him.

I ordered steely. It was rather convenient to label her the leader of the resistance; how did a drone even manage to make its way here? A calculating move to declare war, The Rebel’s Creed has the confidence and the resources to fight us. “They started this war. I’ll finish it.”

“Then we’ll keep burning until there’s nothing left for her to claim.” She turned to him, her voice barely a breath. “That’s what scares me.” His hand found her stomach, resting there gently. “Not this time,” he said. “This time, we feed the war on our terms.” And outside, as lightning split the horizon, the empire began to shift again, one dynasty dying, another waiting to be born.

“Single combat. Your continent’s champion against the Emperor’s chosen champion. No armies. No artillery. If your champion wins, the Iron Fleet will turn around and leave your shores forever. If our champion wins… your continent surrenders, and you, and the child, belong to the Imperium.” Liam stepped up to my side, his voice dropping into this frantic whisper like he was trying not to break. “Luna, it’s a trap. They know Dante is crippled. They want to force a surrender without losing a single ship.” I knew Liam was right. The Emperor wasn’t being honorable, he was being ruthlessly efficient, like efficiency was a religion. But then I looked out at the three hundred dreadnoughts blocking ou

It had always been this way, even back in college. Whether it began as an obligation or something real, she had accepted everything. Suddenly, her phone rang. She frowned slightly. “Jake?” “Boss, trouble. The Black Dragon Gang plans to smash the Stellar Grand Hotel tonight.” Aurelia’s eyes narrowed. “Do they know whose territory that is?” “They said their boss can handle the consequences.” Aurelia fell silent. Then she stood. A faint coldness entered her gaze. “Prepare the car.” Since Alexander wouldn’t be home tonight, she might as well take a look. After all, some people were asking for trouble. She picked up her coat. Behind her, the candles continued to flicker.

The storm had arrived, and the battle for survival had only just begun. Outside, the sounds of gunfire echoed through the halls, the first shots of the conflict that would define the fate of the Empire. The rebels had come to take everything, and now it was up to Ryder Coldclaw and Eva Blackthorn to stop them—before it was too late.

“Cross them, and you won’t see it coming.” I felt the storm in my chest coil tighter, but I forced my breathing even. “The third…” His voice dropped, softer now, almost reverent. “The Blue-Green Twin Empire. My empire. We are not the shadows. We are the wall. The balance. Our people—police, soldiers, navy, air force—men and women who know war, who know justice. We hold the line, Dominus. We make sure the others don’t burn the world down in their greed and bloodlust.”

Scarlett stood up, her Stellar Navigator pulsing at her hip. "Good," Scarlett said, her voice echoing with the weight of an absolute ruler. "Now get up. The Gods will send more than a vanguard next time. And I need you to start building factories." The mortals thought they had surrendered to an Empress. They didn't realize they had just been drafted into the first Interstellar War.