AndyB_writes

Born in exile, Pyrrhus of Epirus rises to reclaim his lost kingdom, proving himself a warrior as fierce as his ancestor, Achilles. From the battlefields of Greece to the war-torn lands of Italy, he wages war against powerful enemies, including Macedon, Rome, and shifting allies who betray him at every turn. As he builds an empire through blood and conquest, Pyrrhus seeks not just victory, but immortality—a place among the greatest legends of history.

But war demands sacrifice. And the price of ambition is steep.


Years after his father’s fall, Alexander II of Epirus is forced into exile, raised in a land of warriors. As a young king, he reclaims his throne and seeks to restore his father’s legacy. But he soon faces an even greater threat—Rome, an empire that will not bow to kings or gods.

Outnumbered and surrounded by betrayal, Alexander must decide what kind of ruler he will be—one who fights for his people, or one who fights for history. As war consumes the land, his destiny unfolds in a battle that will determine not only his fate, but the fate of all who defy the rise of an empire.

Crown and Blood

The battlefield of Amphipolis was a storm of chaos. Bronze clashed against iron, spears shattered, and the screams of the dying filled the air.

Pyrrhus moved like a shadow through the carnage, his blade finding gaps in Macedonian armor with effortless precision.

A Macedonian officer lunged at him, his spear thrusting forward. Pyrrhus sidestepped, gripping the spear's shaft and yanking the man forward.

With a swift motion, he plunged his sword into the officer's gut, twisting as he pulled it free.

Beside him, Echecrates fought savagely, his axe splitting a Macedonian shield in half. "They're holding the line!" he growled.

Pyrrhus's golden eyes scanned the battlefield. Cassander's men were disciplined, their phalanx unbroken.

"We need to break them," Pyrrhus muttered.

Then, he saw Cassander himself, seated on a black horse near the rear.

Their eyes met across the battlefield.

The young king spurred his horse forward, charging toward his enemy.

But Cassander was no fool. He saw Pyrrhus coming and wheeled his horse around, vanishing behind his ranks.

The Macedonian war horns sounded, and their forces began to pull back in a strategic retreat.

Echecrates rode up beside Pyrrhus, breathing heavily. "They're falling back to higher ground."

Pyrrhus wiped blood from his cheek. "Then we pursue."

Echecrates hesitated. "My king, the terrain—"

Pyrrhus cut him off. "Cassander will not escape me."

And so, the war with Cassander had only just begun.

The War with Cassander Begins