Warhammer Empire Of Man Novels & Stories

“For the first time in a long time…” She smiled. “…I’m not planning ten steps ahead.” “That’s new.” “Yes.” She took his hand again. “But I do know one thing.” “What’s that?” Adriana looked into his eyes. “I don’t want to face the future without you.” Luca’s smile widened. “Good.” “Why?” “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Outside, the lights of Manhattan shimmered beneath the night sky. The war was over. Victor Hale’s empire had fallen.

My stomach twists in anticipation, my chest swelled in a way it hasn’t in years. I was feel like crap today, because I woke up to call from my house manager, he told me there was a break in at my Manhattan apartment. A brand new stalker. New creep, at least I know I’ve never stayed at the apartment yet. The things in the house were all brand new.

Not the river. A different body of water. Still. Reflective. “You don’t visit the old skyline anymore,” Pierce said. “I don’t need to,” I replied. “Why?” “Because it’s inside me now.” He nodded. Understanding without explanation. Back home, I opened a new notebook. Blank pages. Not for memoir. Not for legacy documentation. For reflection. I wrote one sentence at the top: An empire is not what you build around you. It’s what you refuse to let collapse within you.

And whoever this mystery man is, he can investigate later. Zane’s grin returned, though it was made of glass and knives. He leaned forward, voice like a whisper dragged through smoke. “Fine. I’ll play your game. I’ll fetch your ghost lover from the shadows. But make no mistake, Your Highness…” his eyes narrowed, “I bargain in blood. And if you cross me, I’ll make sure yours spills first.” Do-won only smiled. And in the corner, Vaani’s hands clenched around her cup.

Then the woman stepped closer to the shadows, her voice low and dangerous. “We’ve played by Pendragon’s rules for too long. It’s time to rewrite the board.” The tall man smiled, sharp and slow. “And Matteo Rossi just became our first move.” ---

I nodded. “I’m scared,” I said honestly. “What if I can’t face him?” She smiled. “Then fake it until you can. You’ve hidden for too long. Today, Maya, you take your place back.” When we reached the company, all looked okay from the outside. But indoors… it felt like the whole building was waiting with bated breath. People were scurrying about. The boardroom was already full of managers and employees. Bryan was there too, in his suit, acting like he owned the joint.

We were fighting it the way we loved each other. With violence. With precision. With inevitability. With a bond reckless enough to reshape kingdoms. And God help anyone who stood in the path of a story like that. Because empires crumble. But storms with names? Those live forever.

They walked towards the main tent which was open with war observers and aides pacing in and out reporting what was happening in every corner of the battlefield. This was a large-scale war, in a fairly large location, but it couldn't accommodate how many troops were fighting there. Corpses strewn and filled the plains, yet so many were still fighting in those corpse-filled ground. Thousands of lives were lost just like that–so the Emperor didn't want to sit still. “Now the Wyverns have been dealt with. Time for us to push forward,” the Emperor said, starting to straighten his body. Harriet sighed sharply at the middle-aged man. “Do you want to advance to the front line, now? In your current b

The void rumbled, and the Demon-slain Finger showed its power. The terrifying giant finger rushed toward the Fiend Emperor. Boom! Boom! The storm continued to rage, and the entire starry sky trembled without stopping. Various energies within tens of thousands of meters could crush Empyrean Immortals easily. This was a war of Immortal Emperors. No one else could interfere at all.

“To answer your question, the thrones of two kings are only limited to SO. On the other hand, the imperial throne is the rightful place of our beloved Emperor.” Did he… ignore my question? Aidan clenched his trembled fists. “What is your empire? To what extent?” Firash inquired, pointedly ignoring his elder brother. “Her empire includes all the affiliates in almost all countries that exist on the world map. Except for a few, of course.” The rest of them were collectively listening to them. The second question was answered by the otherwise silent Sleepy. It showed the importance of the information. It was always important if the tight-lipped voluntarily released the information themselves.