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 smoke had barely settled over the valley of slaughter.

Roman bodies lay scattered, broken shields and spears littering the ground. The scent of blood and burnt flesh clung to the air.

Alexander sat on his horse atop the cliffs, watching as Marcus Cornelius Scipio rallied his surviving troops.

Scipio rode through the remnants of his legion, his expression grim yet resolute.

"Form up!" he barked. "We do not retreat. We do not surrender!"

The legionaries, bloodied but unbroken, slammed their shields together, forming a wall of steel.

Despite losing nearly a third of his men, Scipio refused to fall back.

"We march to Ambracia," he growled. "And we take the city."

Drakon rode beside him, grinning. "The bastards are still standing."

Alexander's expression hardened. "Then we strike again."

Under the cover of night, Alexander led a second assault.

His Illyrian warriors crept through the woods, moving like shadows.

At his signal, fire arrows rained down on the Roman camp.

The legionnaires scrambled for their shields, but it was chaos.

Epirote cavalry rushed from the hills, cutting down Roman supply lines, burning their food reserves.

Scipio himself led the counterattack, his sword carving through the Illyrian raiders.

The Romans pushed back, driving the attackers into the night.

Alexander pulled his men back before they suffered heavy losses.

Drakon spat onto the ground. "They fight like demons."

Alexander sheathed his sword. "No. They fight like Romans."

Back at Ambracia, the war council gathered.

Lysandros studied the battle reports. "Scipio still has at least 4,000 men. If he reaches the city, we will be trapped in a siege."

Drakon scowled. "Then we kill them before they get here."

Alexander remained silent, his mind racing.

1. Meet the Romans in open battle before they reached Ambracia.

2. Prepare the city for siege, forcing the Romans to starve.

Lysandros looked at him in shock. "You would allow the Romans to reach our walls?"

Alexander's golden eyes burned. "We will fight them on our terms. Let them come."

At dawn, Scipio led his army forward.

His men were tired, battered—but determined.

The red banners of Rome darkened the horizon.

From the walls of Ambracia, Alexander watched them come.

The Eagle Does Not Fall