Sword Empire Novels & Stories

Queen queried. “Someone should get Xavier a drink!” Susan instructed one of the maids lurking around. “Father, let's not talk about this now, it is a family matter, so let's not discuss it in front of strangers!!” Jimmy yelled, anger written all over his wrinkled forehead. “Quiet Jimmy, your brother isn’t a stranger. He is the first son of the Queen Empire, or what used to be the Queen Empire because thanks to you, we will be running into debts shortly.” Susan retorted

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

“Really good.” Blakeney smiled. “I thought it might. My weapon”—he indicated to the case adjacent—“will be the sword of Troy…more specifically, the blade that Aeneas carried to Rome, helping to found the Roman Empire. I figured they would be a good match.” He chuckled at the irony. “Get your shield and we’ll be on our way.” James bent down, lifted the shield, and strapped both sword and shield onto his back without thought. Huh? That’s weird. How’d I know to do that? He shook his head to clear it and followed Blakeney out of the Archives.

Serenity paced, Noah tapped away on his phone and Patrick watched her. “So, let me get this straight, I’m not only a Skin Writer, for the Horde… but a Skin Writer for the Legion? How the hell does that work?” “We don’t know. They are predominantly of the Horde. There’s only ever been one recorded case of a Skin Writer being of the Legion.” Patrick mused.

To be a fortress, a system of allies rather than a web of personal connections. When the head of his father’s security detail sat him down that night and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the fatal car crash that supposedly killed his parents had been staged, he didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. It was the natural way for them to go. With assassin’s bullets in their skulls. If whoever killed them had expected the empire to crumble, though, they were woefully mistaken. There was absolutely nothing that could shake the company’s foundations, not while he was alive. He would never disappoint his father and mother, not even in death.

I snapped my head up. A sight of a handsome face and a broad frame. Tall. Dark blond hair. And those eyes. Ice blue, colder than snow, looked at me with an unforgiving gaze. Jump back on my feet quickly. I pulled the knife from my side-slit dress and lunged at him. He dodged too easily. Blocking another attack with ease. It irritated me. “What’s happening, Sera?” Kael’s voice came through. “I’m surrounded by Ventura men, and Zavier Ventura is here,” I whispered.

She leaned in and whispered something in Sofia's ear. Sofia's gaze sharpened, and her smile froze. "Are you sure?" Anna nodded firmly. In the next second, Sofia's expression changed dramatically. She let out a sharp, panicked scream. "Has anyone seen my crown? My diamond crown is missing!" "What crown?" Vincent frowned immediately. "It was a coming-of-age gift from my father," Sofia said, her voice trembling as she forced out a sob. "It has five ten-carat diamonds on it. It's priceless."

Chapter 30: The Shadow of the Spire The outer rings of the Eastern Imperial capital, known across the continent as the Obsidian Spire, did not resemble a standard settlement. The city was a geometric marvel of black basalt and polished white marble, built in three concentric, heavily fortified circles around a central mountain peak. For centuries, the Pureblood Dynasties had lived within these walls, insulated from the rest of the world, believing their wealth, their military sophistication, and their segregated lineages made them completely invincible.

The modest healer who spoke little and never let anyone too close. Until the twin Alphas of Red mountain stumbled into my sanctuary. They were legends even before they crashed through the vines and broken marble columns. Kain and Darius. Twin terrors of the largest pack in the northern wastes. Cursed by the old gods never to find a mate, doomed to rule without softness, without release, their rutting reduced to brutal, empty conquests. I smelled their power before I saw them—dark pine, smoke, and raw, frustrated testosterone that made my hidden cock twitch traitorously beneath my gown.

Their eyes locked onto Kael, their leader’s cold smile never faltering. “You think you can stop this, Prince Kael?” the masked figure’s voice rang out, full of dark amusement. “You think you can stop the inevitable? The empire is already ours.” Kael’s grip on his sword tightened, his voice low with fury. “This empire will never fall under the rule of traitors. You’ve made a grave mistake.” Without another word, the battle erupted. The rebels lunged at them, their weapons raised, but Kael and Selene moved with the precision of a well-oiled machine. They fought side by side, their strikes a deadly dance, the bond between them fueling every movement.