Stick War Empires Novels & Stories

he stammered. Nia stepped forward, her eyes cold with fury. "This is your end." She lunged, her dagger sinking deep into the governor's side, and with that, the empire’s first domino fell. But this was just the beginning. And as the governor’s blood stained the floors of his own mansion, Nia knew one thing: they were no longer fighting in the shadows. The rebellion had begun. And there was no turning back.

Across the city, Adriana Cole watched the broadcast from her office. Miranda stood beside her, arms crossed and a wide smile on her face. “Well,” Miranda said, “that was satisfying.” Adriana didn’t respond immediately. Her eyes remained fixed on the television as Victor disappeared into the car. The door closed. And just like that… The war was over. Miranda turned toward her. “You just destroyed the most ruthless corporate rival in the industry.” Adriana exhaled slowly. “No,” she said quietly. “He destroyed himself.” Miranda grinned.

"Yes, I stole it. And later, I'll steal something even more important. Just watch." His grip tightened, his teeth clenched. "Have you lost your mind? First you tried to take the ring, now you're stealing a crown. Not only do you refuse to admit it, you're still talking like this. Isabella, is this what comes from growing up in an orphanage? You can't change that thieving nature of yours?" I could not take it anymore, I lifted my foot and kicked him hard. "I'm an orphan. Then what does that make you, the one who raised me?"

But who could say for sure though that this would last? The first century of the new millennium was almost at its halfway. Wars were actually happening a bit further west of the mainland which was surely sparked by some idle immoral hosts. Country F too had its fair share of the scuffles, like the other territories. Yet if not prevented or handled appropriately, it seemed the nation too, would have no choice but enter a state of emergency... and it was only due to an elite main non-host supporter mercenary from C Empire who turned out crippled by one of Country F's residential immoral hosts.

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.

“Great, now I know I'm crazy.” Walking through the last patch of woods before she could see a small pattern of smoke, she was getting closer. “Little Dove?” Light Stick said coming into the clearing. “Grandpa!” Abey exclaimed, running into his arms. Light Stick was a warrior in his time, he was big and bulky, every woman in the camp wanted his protection. “I've missed this place, so many times!” Abey said. “Are you here on a good visit or a bad one?” he asked curiously, walking with her towards the camp. “You know the Tribe is going to be excited to see you, and how beautiful you are,” he said squeezing her closer to him.

She cowered before him, her hand instinctively going to her flat belly. “You knew,” he spat, his voice low and dangerous. “You knew you were cheating on me, that’s why you rejected me on our wedding right. You had an human lover!” Adelia’s eyes widened in fear as she shook her head. “No Russe, listen to me.” she whispered. “I swear on my life, I would never!” He had always been taught that werewolves should only mate with their own kind, and the idea of a hybrid child was frowned upon. How could she leave him for some smelly human!

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

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.

She knew his deepest, darkest secrets. "That was..." He mumbled, looking at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. "And these 'achievements' from three years ago?" Kiara continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "They are... impressive. But you see, Aryan, Empire Industries only hires 'winners'. We don't hire 'losers' who have run their family business into the ground because they were too arrogant to see their own failures." She closed the portfolio with a sharp thud, and tossed it across the desk. It slid off and fell to the floor, exactly like his pride.