The Lords Empire Novels & Stories

People say he’s a myth. “You look scared, princess.” His voice snaps me out of it. I glance around. The speakeasy is thinning out. Only a few attendants remain, too attentive, too still. Watching. “The Godfather, Dominic Ventura?” I ask. “You thought he was a myth?” Zavier’s smirk turns colder. “He’s not.” I follow his line of sight.

Conqueror... A title only meant for people who strive to reclaim the lands from the monsters to humanity. The Conquerors are one of humanity's hope including the adventurers. Conquerors command the people to their glory to reclaim the lands. No Conqueror could have achieved the feat of conquering the lands on their own without an army and no people can achieve conquering the lands even with superior numbers without the lead of a Conqueror. The way to gain the title is by achieving great feats in countless battles and polishing your skills. Harder than being an adventurer could do.

Each emperor controlled a kingdom of God. It was not measured in terms of the amount of land, but the number of planets and worlds were used as a statistical unit. A kingdom of God often contained several thousand planets. The ones that contained human settlements of humans and living beings were known as worlds. At least a dozen worlds were ruled in a kingdom of God, and the sects within them were even countless. The young man next to Luneth was the first son of East Emperor Mooncrate among the three kings and five emperors—Patroclus Mooncrate.

The Southern Empire, a vast land covering half the mid-southern lands and the latter ends of the Southern-lands. This large Empire of Light bearers or believers as known of them is made up of ten kingdoms, all under the ruler ship of Bishop Ekmond Alexander, King of Lux-urbe; the head of the kingdoms. Lux-urbe is a large kingdom surrounded by hills, the only known route into this fortress is through a wide gorge, along the gorge lies a forest of pine trees before the gates of the kingdom.

“Sire… the Empire is… preoccupied. Their succession war festers. Nobles feud with nobles, heirs battle for the throne. Our envoys report assassinations, betrayals, entire legions turning coat. The Empire may not intervene swiftly… or at all.” The words dropped like lead. Several nobles exchanged pale looks. Without the Empire’s hand, Lone Star stood exposed. Duke Halden puffed up, trying to recover the old bravado. “So what? The Empire may be distracted, but we are Lone Star! Aeternum is nothing compared to our might. We only need rally more banners, conscript more men—”

Ladia was stuck in a very dangerous position. That's why the heroes are important to her. If she could make the heroes answer to her commands then the dukes can no longer do what they wished. They too have to listen to her commands for they cannot afford to become the enemy of the imperial army led by heroes. Only one duke is under the direct command of the emperor, the others are just powerful individuals who are given the rank of duke for their contributions to the empire to satisfy their endless greed for a period of time And it seems like they are running out of patience, even more so after the successful summoning of the heroes.

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.

Lord Connrad joins her soon after and the meeting of the traitors begins. "Noble lords of the kingdom!" Lord Connrad starts his grand speech. "For centuries, our influence was the foundation that the crown used to build this great nation. Every change good or great was passed through our opinions before a king would even consider implementing it. And that brought us to where we are today. On the top of the world. Second only to God's heavens." The Lords cheer in agreement and Lysa simply fails to understand the need for this. Their hearts already choose. They already decided to commit treason. That's why they are here. Why is there a need for a speech?

“The five kingdoms are no longer at war as they once were, some are joining the crowns, enlarging their territories, ending the power struggle.” The lords looked at him confused, while Taryn was intrigued by the young man. His reddish hair reminded him of Athelstan and, consequently Cleim. “I’m trying to say that a union with one of the kingdoms could be useful, even after taking over Eldhia and all of Elder.” “Would you put an outsider to rule on Elder? That’s out of the question,” said one of the Lords in shock.

A voice both familiar and foreign. “Your little show tonight reached us overseas,” the envoy said. “While you play at loyalty and love, I play at empire. The coalition is already forming. Wolves, vampires, merchants, kings—hungry for your downfall.” Lucien’s spine stiffened. “Kael.” “You mistake me,” the envoy purred. “This is bigger than me. The Empire sends envoys with teeth. Your mate, your pack, your bloodline—they’ll be tested soon. Pray your prophecy saves you.”