The Lords Empire Novels & Stories

I asked the soldier as he was turning to leave us. “The Flame Dragon Empire…” the soldier replied in a low voice. No more needed to be said. All our eyes dropped to the floor as the full-scale of the situation sank in. There was no way we could win a war against the Flame Dragon Empire, the biggest, wealthiest, and most ruthless empire in this region. This war isn’t something totally unexpected, rather it was just a matter of time before our land along with many of our neighboring towns would be under attack.

And that means they should not complain about how hard it is after they almost annihilated the scholars that were loyal to the former Wycliffe Emperor. “Can you help me with all of this?” He asked me. There is no loathe in his voice and he didn’t sound as if he is forcing me to do it just because Helena assigned me here. He was asking politely. His crystal blue eyes pleaded at me, making himself look cute. “As if I have any other option,” I laughed at him and then ascended towards the top of the platform to join him on the table and look at the documents in front of him. “Ow! You hurt my feelings,” Emyr grinned at me and then handed me a notebook that had all the information on the Empire’s

Naomi said as her hand went straight in the air. “That is some idea there.” Samuel seemed to agree but the hint of his voice indicated a total opposite. “We are trained to work independently by the lord. I feel like we are disappointing the lord or something.” Oh, they were talking about the possibility of attacking the next country after the clearing of their country. The ‘Lord Shadow is the emperor of the four countries’ agenda was already in motion. The four lords were in the middle of strategizing their next attack. “Or we can act separately and attack the place that we are confident to invade first?” James intervened in the heated argument.

After the great war, the Empire was divided into 5 lands, the Northland Warine, the Southland Marshforth, the Eastland Downbridge, the Westland Hurthend, and the middle of the empire, Runalia. Each of the lands had their own lord and was famous with many tales behind the land. Some were ferocious with only mythical creatures or beast around and some mixed with each other to learn how they could co-exist with the human.

They were wizards, in Kade’s eyes, of making the world of the rich and powerful dance to their tune. He was too young to remember a time before Sinclair and Associates—their first, noisier, more public child, in a sense. By the time he was born, the empire was firmly established, its roots sunk deep in the foundations of the city. It wasn’t until he was a newly-minted teenager that he understood the full nature of what it meant to be at the head of that empire. What it meant to be a Sinclair and to carry so much power, so openly in his name itself.

But he couldn’t find Oneil. He supposed that he must arrive anytime sooner riding a car or a taxi cab. But lower than his expectations, he saw Oneil walking under the sunlight, sweating, struggling, carrying bags of wet groceries of meat and fish. Another man, maybe his friend and his younger cousin, went to help him. The Mercators almost lived like royals. Except for bearing any title, all of what they have can be accounted for as being a royal. Their empire was their corporation, their duties were in their positions, their people and friends were their workers, their jurisdiction were the market and economy. Louis cannot imagine falling away from that empire. He cannot imagine what the hou

"Patriarch Donovan, what's all this really about? You called me here and gathered all the elders. What's the matter?" Donovan hesitated for a moment. After exchanging nods with the others, he said thoughtfully, "Andy, would you be interested in becoming the next head of the Lloyd family? The Lloyds' massive domestic empire, three overseas mercenary divisions, more than 100 high-profit gray enterprises across Auqania, and our parliamentary seats in the Holtrien Congress would be yours to command.

The girl pulls her hand away in disgust and pushes me aside as she walks away. I stand there stunned, "Don't worry, she's such a prude." I heard the other girls say. I turn to them and introduce myself, "My name is Prince Alex Windsor, the heir to the throne." "Wooww," one of them says. "An actual prince?" Another asks and I nod. "Anyways this ball seems boring, I'd love to take you four on a private tour of the palace." I say to them. They all nod eagerly as they followed me out of the ballroom.

Within minutes, both those who had just arrived and those who were ready to conquer the realm of light immediately opened portals to retreat from the realm of light. "Damn! It turns out that Empress Long and the Lin clan really care about this world. But why?" asked several people in annoyed voices. Even though the realm of light had just risen and clearly had no owner holding it. Also, the Lin clan and the Long empire, which usually never moved to new worlds, suddenly chose to move. Now it was clear that the Long empire and the Lin clan would not let go of this world of light.

Enforcers lead their own crews, my warriors & muscle. The Shadows work separately. Surveillance. Infiltration. Intelligence. They report to me alone. Even the Omegas evolved — Quartermasters, Ciphers, Fixers. Logistics and information win wars just as surely as claws. “Alright, chaos,” I murmur under my breath, “Let’s see what you’re planning today,"