Dark Imperium Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Raven tried to breathe normally, but the air already felt warm and stale, and she was at the end of her patience. She couldn’t help it. She made a low, frustrated growl that was halfway between a curse and a groan. The handsome man looked at her, actually looked at her, for the first time. “Rolling blackouts,” he said matter-of-factly. “Just about all the emergency power goes to the servers, of course. They’ll get to us eventually.”

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

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.

His gaze lingered on Isla longer than on Lucian, as if he were calculating a new kind of war, one not fought on paper. Damien gave a low, bitter laugh as he leaned back in his chair. “The empire’s untouchable now. Together, you’re both untouchable.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. They flicked once to Lucian, then back to Isla. “But even empires crack from the inside.” Lucian’s jaw tightened, but Isla’s lips curved, sharp, fearless. “Then you’d better pray you’re not standing under the ruins when it happens.”

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

The subterranean citadel was cold, its walls damp with the weight of forgotten wars. Ash Ravenspine stood in the center of the arena, his bare feet echoing on the stone floor as he lifted his arms to the ceiling. His body was a map of scars, each one a testament to the empire's relentless training. Every day, he erased his identity—carving fresh lines into his skin, molding his body into a weapon as sharp as his mind.

"But we call them Teammates. And on my rink, we don't trade players just to make the stats look better." The Breaking of the Peace The Architect’s mask didn't change, but the white pillar behind him flared with a blinding, violent light. "Then you have chosen Corruption. If you will not be organized, you will be Integrated." He raised his hand, and the grey tiles began to spread with terrifying speed, devouring the mud and the moss, moving toward the longhouse. The "Legacy Patch" was no longer an offer; it was a forced installation. "Julian! The Core!" Elara roared.

Alex smiled. How could he not know such a simple principle? “What’s the second realm to Imminent Immortal?” “Imminent Immortal... Could it be that it’s the realm after the Tribulation Crossing?” Alex asked. He did not know that there was such a realm as the Imminent Immortal. There was no introduction of Imminent Immortal whatsoever in the legacy that he had acquired from his ancestor. It only mentioned the next level after reaching the cultivation base of Tribulation Crossing would be the Immortalization realm.

Eventually, though the noise faded as we had got so far from each other. Then just before I went into the tent, I heard some voices coming from the cave. I looked over curiously to see what all of the commotions were. What came out were soldiers carrying chests, which seemed to be full of metal. I was sure it was metal as I could hear it all clinking and clanking against each other. There conversation though I could not really understand… “These old Imperium ruins are the best, they have so much wealth…” “How could you say such a thing? They were all impure. Dam dragon bloodlines, they tainted the bodies of such talented people. Making them all heretics. It was lucky we won the holy war, aga