Warhammer Empire Of Man Novels & Stories

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.

she said. Adrian examined the photo. "No, it's not. This feels personal." Meanwhile, in a dimly lit café across town, a man watched the world pass by through tinted glasses. Christian Voss sipped his espresso, a slight smirk on his lips. Beside him, a polished woman adjusted her scarf as if trying to hide herself from the world, her eyes fixed on the screen of her tablet displaying Black Empire.​ "They're starting to notice," she said. Christian leaned back, satisfied. "Good. Let them. The game has just begun."

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.

“Of course. But only if you stay longer than fifteen minutes this time.” I smiled, a small, genuine one. “I’ll stay,” I said. “I promise.” “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.” After we hung up, I stood alone in the silence, the city watching me through the glass. And I realized something unsettling. Zara Harper wasn’t just a mistake that wouldn’t go away. She was the one thing I didn’t plan for. She'd crawled her way into my empire and for the first time, I felt out of control.

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.

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.

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