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 halls of Ambracia had never felt so empty.

Alexander II sat upon the throne of Epirus, his fingers gripping the cold armrests. The throne was his. The war was won.

Drakon stood beside him, arms crossed. "You should be celebrating, my king."

Alexander exhaled. "A battle is won. Not the war."

The Epirote nobles knelt before him, offering their loyalty. Some genuine, others out of fear.

Lysandros, once a servant of Macedon, now stood before him.

"My king," Lysandros said. "Epirus stands behind you. But we are not strong enough to stand alone. We must seek allies."

Alexander's gaze hardened. "Who would you suggest?"

Drakon growled. "You would have us bow to Rome?"

Lysandros's expression was unreadable. "I would have us survive."

Alexander leaned forward, his golden eyes cold.

Lysandros hesitated, then bowed and stepped back into the crowd.

Alexander knew the truth: not all in Epirus believed in him.

In the palace of Pella, Demetrius II stood before his war council. The son of Antigonus II Gonatas. The grandson of Demetrius I.

His father was dead at the hands of Alexander.

A general stepped forward. "Epirus is weak, my lord. Their new king is young. If we strike now, we can reclaim what is ours."

Demetrius smiled. "Let the boy enjoy his throne. For soon, I will take his head from it."

Messengers from the west had arrived.

The Romans watched with interest, but they made no move. Yet.

Alexander sat with his advisors, his expression unreadable.

"The Romans have defeated Carthage," Drakon said. "Soon, they will turn to Greece."

Alexander nodded slowly. "Then we must prepare."

Epirus was not ready for another war.

A Throne Won, A War Yet to Come