Valerian Empire Novels & Stories

I glance up at the Murano glass chandelier above. “What do you want to see, Serafina?” he asks, my name rolling off his tongue with something too smooth behind it. “Maybe the dungeon,” I reply. “Ah… looking for your friend,” Jero says easily. We reach a corner of the basement, the same direction I came from earlier. “You want to know a fun fact?” he adds. “What is it?” “I’m the one who captured Kael. You know ‘Invisible’ is his codename, right? All those successful missions,” he says.

Even Damian Thorne noticed how pathetic you looked tonight, questioning my efficiency because of the chaotic distraction your collapse caused in the center of the ballroom. Damian Thorne did not look at my dress, Julian, Vivienne said. He looked at your bleeding metrics. Do not flatter yourself, Julian scoffed, a look of pure disdain crossing his features. Thorne was mocking us because of the minor server glitch on our core algorithm. He said the system was leaking blood, but my technical development team is already patching the root directory at headquarters. By tomorrow morning, Vance Global will secure the maritime contract, and Cynthia will take her rightful place as the first lady of my

"You’ve been too focused on the empire’s generals, Ravenspine. You never noticed the real danger came from within your own ranks." Nia’s blood ran cold. Betrayed by one of their own. A wolf who had been wearing the empire’s mask, a traitor who had betrayed everything they had fought for. Eric stepped forward, his presence overwhelming, his eyes flicking to Nia for only a moment before settling back on Ash. "I came to make sure you understood one thing, General. No matter how many lives you take, no matter how many systems you destroy, you cannot escape the empire. You cannot escape *me*."

What mattered was this: I hadn’t burned him. I hadn’t collapsed under him. I had built beyond him. And in the end— That was the real empire.

Inside, a florist stared at a future she had never chosen. And somewhere between legacy and strategy, a contract the empire could not break had taken its first breath.

And I don’t know how long I can keep it up. But one thing is becoming terrifyingly clear. Valerio Cruz is beginning to feel the pull of everything they tried to erase. And when he finally remembers… or when I finally tell him the truth…nothing in this empire will ever be the same.

Draevor slowly rose to his feet, never once allowing his eyes to leave hers. “My Empress,” he replied quietly, “as long as the order comes from you, I will gladly accept my fate.” For the first time in her life, Halrem Vaelith experienced the unmistakable feeling that the foundations of an empire had shifted forever beneath her feet.

"Do you, Aurora, swear to uphold the Empire of Valiant with honor and dignity, pursuing justice and defending Valiant against her enemies?" Aurora was still staring at the crown, but managed her answer, "I do." "With this, I crown you Empress of the World and everything on it." Cafer took a smaller crown and faced Devrim. "Do you, Devrim, swear your loyalty to the Empress? Do you promise to uphold the integrity of the Valiant Empire at all cost?" Devrim nodded once slowly. Placing the ornament on the boy's head, Cafer said, "I crown you Emperor Consort of Valiant."

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

A message appeared. Files secured. Trouble. Don’t worry. Relief washed through her chest. “He’s okay,” she said. Miranda exhaled loudly. “Thank God.” Adriana stared out over the city. Now everything depended on the evidence Luca had found. Victor Hale had built his empire on lies. And tomorrow… The truth would come out. Meanwhile, Victor Hale sat in his office, his patience thinning. His assistant stood near the desk, reading the latest security report. “Mr. Bennett escaped again,” she said.