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 streets of Ambracia roared with celebration.

Alexander II rode through the city gates, his sword raised high, the banners of Epirus fluttering in the wind.

Inside the great hall, wine flowed freely, and the nobles feasted.

Drakon sat beside Alexander, grinning as he tore into roasted meat. "The boy king has become a legend."

Alexander smirked. "Not a legend. Not yet."

Lysandros leaned forward. "Demetrius II is dead. Macedon is broken. You have done what your father could not."

Alexander took a sip of wine, his eyes darkening. "And yet, Rome does not fear me."

Then—the doors to the hall burst open.

A messenger stumbled inside, his cloak torn and bloodied.

He fell to his knees, gasping. "My king—Rome has come."

At dawn, Alexander rode to the city walls.

Below, a Roman envoy stood with a cohort of legionaries, their shields gleaming.

"We bring a message from the Senate," he called.

Alexander did not answer. He merely watched.

The Roman unfurled a scroll, reading aloud.

"King of Epirus, you have made yourself an enemy of Rome."

"The Senate does not yet desire war," the Roman continued. "But hear this—if Epirus raises a sword against Rome, it will be broken."

The envoy smirked. "And yet Rome still stands."

The soldiers behind him shifted, gripping their weapons.

Alexander stepped forward, his voice cold.

"Tell your Senate this—Epirus kneels to no empire. If Rome wishes war, it will find only death here."

He turned and left, his soldiers marching in perfect formation.

Alexander watched them go, his hands curling into fists.

Drakon exhaled. "Rome will return."

Alexander's golden eyes burned with fire.

The Shadow of Rome