The Eternal Empire Novels & Stories

Eternal. The word eternal can be defined as an everlasting or universal spirit representing the Moon Goddess lasting or existing forever. Let that sink in. I wasn't always an Eternal Wolf. Before I was ever an Eternal Wolf, I was the Alpha Queen. Becoming the Alpha Queen wasn't easy by any stretch of the word, but being the Alpha Queen shaped me into the she-wolf I have become. I didn't know it then, but I was destined for greatness. The Moon Goddess made sure of that. Saving my people, and really the earth realm from absolute destruction wasn't something I was thinking about when I was a young wolf. Little did I know.

Six months had passed since the sky above the Northern Keepers' territory had burned with the celestial dragon-fire of Lord Kaelen’s fleet. In the wake of the Eastern Armada’s defeat, an unprecedented era of global peace had settled over the Midnight Empire. Across every continent, the Fifty Packs operated in perfect synchronization under the centralized rule of the Imperial Crown. Trade routes along the ocean floor remained secure, corporate strongholds were fully integrated into the empire’s economic grid, and the planetary void-shield array—designed by Marcus and powered by the orbital drydocks of the Vance Aegis—maintained an absolute, impenetrable watch over Earth's upper atmosphere.

No wonder why Shakira chose him over the other guys that must've probably wanted to date her. It's because both of them are alike in almost every way. Birds of the same feathers would mostly flock together. Andre behaves like he's some superior god and is entitled to be worshiped, and highly respected. He doesn't take anyone's ideology as gospel truth and worst of it all doesn't have any modicum of respect for womanhood. Hell knows how he was raised and heaven helps the unfortunate lady that'll end up as his wife. Except it was Shakie or someone with an attitude like her, the unfortunate lady is in for a lot of torment and torture.

I force myself not to react. Her father steps back. He won’t interfere, but I know he’s watching, ready to reclaim what’s his if I slip. She's mine now. Every inch of her, whether she knows it yet or not. The priest begins. Words of promise, vow, forever. I stopped believing in those words years ago. But I watch her hands, the way her fingers slowly unclench around the bouquet stem. Petal by petal, she releases the grip. Like she's practicing letting go. My chest tightens more than it should, and I don't know if it's because of her, or because I recognize the habit.

"Even our brothers sell us off for cheap change, and the battle our fathers from century fought and conquered, are the what in an ensemble we turn a blind eyes to, yet we suffer with gritting teeth." The hope for a utopia, was immersed in despair. The leadership was as it has always been in a typical dilapidated era, ruled by only power hungry lords. Ekryons, are the names of the emperors who ruled the four continents -Empire- that survived the last war: the servants of the god Ekron.

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

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.

2,000 years ago, when the War of Dawn comes to an end as the final divine seat in Seranindun is claimed, consolidating the positions of the original members of the Seven Emperors of the Forgotten Sectors, with the defeated gods who refused to live under the rule of the seven Emperors from the Forgotten Sectors fled to the Black Sea Planets, where they became evil gods. After Barbatos pays a visit to Moraxiun - not looking for help, but rather to explore the neighboring empire's planet - the first generation of the Seven Emperors of the Forgotten Sectors used to gather at Liyu Port, in the aristocratic period of From the Empire Galaxy of Tasmond (2600~1000 years ago)

Not with shock. Not with anger. But with something softer. Respect. Outside the building… The sirens were getting closer. Police lights flashed through the windows. Daniel checked the final system message. “It’s done.” Emily looked at the screen one last time. Because the empire that once ruled the world… Had just been reborn. And this time… It belonged to someone who had never wanted power at all.

What he didn’t know was that Aurelia had already secured it, using methods and connections far beyond his imagination. Beside the contract rested a sleek black card, Unlimited, No spending limit, A gift for him. Everything was ready. Aurelia checked the clock again. 6:30 PM. Still no sign of him. She hesitated, then picked up her phone and called. The line rang three times before connecting. Alexander’s voice came through, hurried. “Aurelia? I’m busy.” “I just wanted to” “I’m working overtime today. The company’s overloaded. If it’s not important, don’t disturb me.”