Xyrin Empire Novels & Stories

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.

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.

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

Nyxara figured out something the instant the empire came back online: there’s a law older than any dynasty or algorithm, a rule that’s never failed her in a world built on shadows—noise pulls in idiots, but silence? Silence is when the real players make their move. She’d expected the initial chaos. The first wave had all the subtlety of a riot: media screeching in every language, markets plunging and spiking like heart monitors on a flatline, Cassian losing his mind in public, desperate to be seen as powerful when he was really just scrambling. It was messy, loud, and almost comfortingly predictable—the kind of bluster that told her most people were still looking for someone to blame, not so

“I’ve been fighting my whole life, Kael. A few more shadows won’t stop me.” She turned back to the map, her fingers tracing the routes that would take them deep into the heart of the empire’s underbelly. The places where secrets were kept, where alliances were made and broken. They needed to find Cyrus’s allies—those who had helped him pull the strings of rebellion and betrayal—and root them out before they could strike again.

If they see that weakness in my eyes when I try to torture someone or hurt them, they won't see me as their leader anymore. No, I will be nothing more than a woman, like my mother was. No respect, not real respect. She only got the respect because of my father, because of who he was. Without him, she had no respect. I have earnt it myself. I have saved people from debt and given them a lifeline which is still debt but helps them keep their homes or business. I have ensured people get the message when they do the wrong thing. I take the money from businesses every month, and you could say I am The Sheriff of Nottingham, like from Robin Hood. I take from all the businesses just as my father di

"No one ever taught you manners, poor little orphan, so you end up chasing fantasies that don't belong to you." She raised her chin slightly. "Too bad that crown was never yours. Hand it over, and I'll pretend none of this happened." The more generous she sounded, the more contempt filled the eyes around us. I had no patience left for that, so I pulled out my phone, ready to call someone to check the surveillance footage. Before I could dial, a shadow fell over me. Vincent had returned. He grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight it felt like he might crush the bone.

I am Xerra, a superbeing from a remote galaxy far away from the Milky Way called Ciriculus. I live in this fourth-dimensional world called Aryan wherein everything is possible. Well… almost everything… I scanned the familiar domain I was in. I was surrounded by the green and blue giant trees that seemed to reach the still dark sky. I had always loved the relaxing smell of the leaves in the Aiglean Forest and the gentle touch of fresh mountain dews before the sun rises.

“Welcome boss.” I gave him a sharp nod, hesitated then stepped in. I had been so fucking close to ask if he had seen the object of my obsession but then that would give me away. The club was loud, Blue Eyes usually was and I was fucking proud of it. It was the one place people could let loose and do whatever shit they wanted but only within the boundaries I set. You see, I run the whole eternal city and I am worshipped like a god; demi god. Blue Eyes was more than just a club, it was a neutral ground for businesses you do that the government shouldn’t be aware of.

Not fear at the fact he was running at a wolf double his human size. Kieran crouches beside me, voice low and dangerous. “This is more than we've ever seen Alpha," His use of my title indicating how serious he was. I let out a low growl. MOST SECURED. Sebastian sends through our mind link. FOUR CRATES TAKEN. WHY DIDNT WE SEE THIS COMING? I reply annoyed.