Valerian Empire Novels & Stories

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,"

She complained remorsefully, "I'd have to live under their shadow for too long, I forgot what it felt like being my person." "Well, I'm sorry about that, but my stock answer is still no," Keira stated, "I still have about two to three hours till my shift is over and I'm not trading my salary for anything." Elvira's crestfallen countenance switched to a mischievous one, upon Keira's statement. "What if I pay you a hundred bucks, to cover up for the rest of your shift?"

“Did you read this?” “Yes, my prince.” “Oh boy!” without another word, Rudieloff left the room. Oliver was very confused at the moment. Queen Eleanor tapped him on the shoulder “don’t worry. He’s not going to do anything to you. You have my word. Go home now.” Oliver was escorted outside by two guards. But everything that had just happened did not make sense. First, they wanted to ask about Vivienne. Next thing he knew he was reading an old text with a battle so uncoordinated that he could not connect the dots no matter how much he tried. Why would the queen offer him the text given the fact that now he was being looked at as a potential threat to the kingdom. But Rudieloff was visibly angry

"Yeah. . ." "Wars, injustice, failing economy. I've seen it all and it is all rooted in finances and so I thought if I had something that could help them, it would be to build an empire and give them good paying jobs because another thing about humans is that, they may struggle but they don't give up." "That's really thoughtful of you, Valerian." "And I think I successfully did that. I have my companies all over the world. They may have different names and different owners in each country-- but they all help humans."

My legs felt like rubber, and the blood had rushed from my face. Carmen’s smirk widened, morphing into a proud smile, “Why, of course. My maiden name is Carmen Valerius. I am the only daughter of the Valerius Family.” The room spun. Carmen Valerius. Who are the Valerius? The question was a joke. Everyone knew who the Valerius were. Even outside of Imperial City, the name carried an immense weight. The Valerius were the family that had served kings and emperors, the silent but powerful backbone of the political system, long before the empire transitioned into a presidency. And even after the change, they remained the same.

Another child was coming — a promise of hope and renewal amidst the chaos they’d survived. Bain’s empire had grown vast, his wealth multiplying with each calculated move. Across New York and beyond, his name was spoken in reverent tones — the king who rose from fire and blood. Vulture, Sokolov, and Petrov ruled their own domains with equal ruthlessness and honor, their brotherhood unbreakable. But beneath the surface of prosperity, an uneasy tension pulsed — the knowledge that Valeria was still out there, lurking in the shadows, plotting. Far from the light of their thriving empire, Valeria had descended deeper into darkness.

Its pillars were cracked, sect emblems hung crookedly, and the air inside was heavy with the remnants of the spicerermony aura that had once been used to wage war. At the center of the room sat Valerius, former ruler of the valley, draped in a worn purple robe, head bowed beneath the wavering torchlight. When Anya and Orion’s footsteps echoed through the hall, Valerius lifted his head slowly. His eyes resembled an old lion’s, weak, yet still holding a hunting instinct. “You came after all,” he said softly. “I thought after my downfall, the two of you had abandoned this valley completely.” Anya met his gaze directly. “We did not come to offer pity, Valerius. We came with a message.”

Valeria, guided by a sense of destiny, approached the artifact with a mixture of awe and trepidation. As she touched the relic, a surge of cosmic energy enveloped the chamber. Visions of the empire's past, present, and potential futures unfolded before Valeria's eyes. The Pillars of Unity, no longer confined to the physical realm, appeared as ethereal conduits connecting the empire to the cosmic tapestry of existence.

Because we both know what that means. Valeria isn’t just trying to claim our empire—she’s trying to tear it apart from the inside, one secret at a time. And now she’s drawn first blood.

“…that Vlad’s blood always rises against Bathory.” My breath caught. “You mean-” “Yes,” he whispered. “You were born to defy us.” “And you want that?” His grin was thin as a knife blade. “I want chaos.” “Why?” “Because chaos chooses rulers,” he said. “Order only preserves them.” He settled back, voice lowering to a calm, kingly rumble. “Valentina believes she can control the future. She cannot. She is a child playing empire.” “And you?” “I built the empire.” His eyes locked onto mine.