Dark Imperium Novels & Stories

Beams and lances alike turned everything inside into dust and magma. Many of the Discordians concentrated their fire on some of the heavily armed destroyers and cruisers in the Imperial fleet. Their plasma lances bore into their chitin with such intensity that they ripped right through in moments, chewed into everything along their path, then punched out the other side. Dozens of Imperial ships collapsed in on themselves as their punctured demimatter systems ate everything around them.

What I became. And that’s by design. Because if she ever truly saw the extent of my darkness, I don’t know if she’d stay. So I keep my distance, even as I orbit her like a dying star. Close enough to feel the heat, far enough not to burn her alive. My gaze drifts past her, over the water, to the empire I’ve rebuilt. The ruins of the Dominion Society now rest beneath my feet, buried under concrete, steel, and silence. They once called themselves gods. Immortal. Above reproach. They held court in boardrooms and think tanks, behind the closed doors of governments and markets. They believed power was their birthright.

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

Each word landed heavier than the last. “Let’s see how your family feels,” he added quietly, “knowing you’re here… suffering.” Luca’s chest tightened, panic flickering beneath the surface. Adrian straightened, stepping back completely now. Distance. Control. "Welcome to hell, Luca. This isn’t a game anymore. I’m not… kind. I don’t apologize. I don’t reward weakness.” He pulled back, his face a mask of impenetrable indifference, leaving Luca sprawled on the bed, naked, aching, and utterly, terrifyingly alone.

"Their forge is ash. The mountain belongs to its people. If you are an imperial remnant coming to claim old debts, you will find only iron at this border." The undead envoy let out a dry, rattling sound from his throat—a sound that might have been laughter four hundred years ago. "Imperial remnants?" he echoed, his socketless eyes flaring with a sudden, violent burst of violet flame. "The Council were children playing with matches in a powder keg! They were upstarts who found our old containment engines and thought themselves gods because they learned how to drain blood for power. They didn't build the inverted spire to rule. They built it to keep the deep asleep!"

Its funny how he was just standing there relaxed , sitting on his high horse watching unbothered as his loyal subjects dragged me to his hell . But I know there was nothing unbothered him , he was tempting me once again . I swear , if the devil ever made a deal , he doesn't even need to speak . His black eyes filled with the sheer indifference in them , spilling the demons out of his eyes was more than enough to entice or terrorize his victim . Depraved he called him , I didn't understand it then .After all he was everyone's golden boy . With excellent grades . Infamous Quarterback

The future was now bright. THE END

It piqued me even more, determined to win the battle. But he was set on his intention and right at that moment, I know he regained back his composure. He was able to get loose from me and swiftly rolled on his back and changed our positions. I was under him. Both breaths heaving. His eyes were even scarier than before. His lips were still red because of the shameful stunt. Yet I am here, underneath, meeting that devilish eyes. Testing this powerful Hades towering over me, with eyes enigmatic and menacing. Both his big firm arms on the side of my head, imprisoning me.

King Ricardo and Queen Josephine slowly stood up. “Noah, may I request to see the wound on your back?” King Ricardo asked. Noah looked speechless, and he was unsure if the King was serious or not, but neither of us spoke a word and just stared at him. He walked closely and turned his back on us. He slowly unbuttoned his polo and let it fall to his hips. I heard a series of gasps as Noah’s scar was visible to our eyes. His scar was not big, but it was shaped like a slash from a knife. He quickly buttoned his polo back.

“Y-You can’t die! Not like this!” “I-It’s over now, Mallory. You’re the one who brought yourself into this m-mess.” Madison said weakly. Farkas came to her to help her to stand up. “T-The battle between immortals has ended. I-It started with you, and will only e-end with you.” Mallory turned to ashes and perished. Just like that, her evilness ended. The superiors won and lived in a safe environment after the inferior leader died.