Stick War 2: Order Empire Novels & Stories

Feeling for a pulse, her heart raced faster than Abey's. “Surprise!” Dremis said grabbing Abey by the neck. “So now that I have the two of you together, we can go back home and start the war that ends this planet and all of the fleas,” he said trying to grab onto Gabriela.

There was no sign of Jes hiding or being around him. Adam pressed the small earphones that were always in his ears. Summons David and the leader of the guards. "There's a big problem." He said, without waiting for Adam's answer immediately turned off the button. It didn't take them long to arrive because they were a ready and alert army. "Find out where Jeslyn is now!" Adam's orders.

"A compromise. Bold for a Queen who still has the mud of her world on her boots." "The mud is what gives us our grip," I countered. "Tell your Consensus that the Silver Empire is open for business, but we are not open for inspection." As Pelari’s ship ascended back into the stars, the silence returned to the balcony. But it was a different kind of silence. The war was truly over, but the game of empires had just begun. "You realize they'll try to subvert the Moon port within a week," Killian muttered, watching the ivory streak vanish.

I stepped between them. “Strip to the waist,” I ordered. He shrugged out of the jacket, then the shirt—buttons popping in his haste. The fabric whispered to the floor. His chest rose and fell too fast, nipples already peaked in the cool air. The bite mark I’d left on his throat had darkened to a deep, possessive purple. I traced it with one fingertip. He shivered. “Hands behind your back. Lace your fingers. Don’t let go.” He obeyed. The position forced his shoulders back, chest out, vulnerable. I loved it.

Renee’s POV I limped towards the curb to haul a cab. My legs felt heavy, I had to strain to lift each leg. I knew I needed rest but staying around Draven stole my peace. I got into the first cab that stopped and it drove me to the creed mansion. Thankfully, my mother in-law was not in sight. I went to the kitchen, the chef was stirring a pot with steam coming out of it. “Can you make something quick for me?” I asked, startling her.

I replied him. "If he has Stormy then it's a good thing." He replied to me, and I just knew that I had to lose it. "Guards, destroy everything in here," I ordered, and my people got to war. His people seemed to have been ready and they both clashed right in the chamber.

Beings who had been oppressed, categorized, and diminished sense a shift, a faint promise of something beyond the council’s grip. In a world divided, where power is everything and balance is but a memory, the prophecy speaks of a return—a return of balance, a rekindling of ancient strength, and the emergence of a New Order. As destiny draws near, the blood of a queen, a hunter, and an alpha will awaken, their combined powers ready to challenge the council’s rule and restore the peace The Order once vowed to protect.

he paused “—there were footprints.” Emma looked up. “Frostspawn?” Steve nodded grimly. “Marching in rows. The prints were perfect. Spaced. Measured. Not beasts. Not raiders. Something organized.” Emma stared into the woods beyond the valley and said quietly, “He’s sending his first wave.” --- War Room – Later That Day The chamber was louder than usual. Emma stood before the long table, the Ember in her chest pulsing with each word she spoke. “This isn’t like the infection,” she said. “We’re not dealing with a plague that spreads quietly. We’re dealing with a sovereign force—an army bred to encase the world in silence.”

The war room had become their world, a chaotic and brilliant maelstrom of strategy, firepower, and vengeance. Amara and Dante, a formidable partnership forged in the crucible of betrayal and loss, were a single, unstoppable force. Their combined empires, a brutal mix of old-world intimidation and new-world technology, were a terrifying symphony of destruction. They were a hurricane of power, a force of nature that tore through the global cartel's defenses, one meticulously planned strike at a time. The final war, a brutal, uncompromising clash of two worlds, was in full swing.

How did they manage to take control of Country I? Bart took a deep breath. He had already heard of the reason, and explained, "Ten minutes ago, the Empire's Ministry of Defense made a call. If we refuse to execute their orders, the Empire will immediately shut down all the military facilities and services they provided to the Second Caste."