40k Emperor Novels & Stories

Inside, a florist stared at a future she had never chosen. And somewhere between legacy and strategy, a contract the empire could not break had taken its first breath.

"Tonight, we celebrate not only a scientific breakthrough, but the unity of our species!" Just then, I noticed a man standing in the corner. He was tall, dressed in a black suit, and wasn't talking to anyone. He just stood quietly in the shadows, observing. Ethan. The Enforcer for the Werewolf Council. The only Alpha who supposedly didn't need a potion to control his rage. His nose twitched slightly, as if he was sniffing the air. Then, he looked up, his gaze locked onto my hiding spot in the vents. My heart hammered against my ribs. He knew.

It was cold and calculating. And then he moved. He was a blur, faster than any man should, or could be. One moment, he stood several paces away and the next, his hand was wrapped around Cade's throat. He lifted his bulky form from the ground as though he weighed nothing. Cade gasped as he struggled for breath. The herb he clutched tightly slipped from his fingers and tumbled to the ground as he grasped onto the emperor's fingers. “You forget who I am,” the emperor growled, eyes glowing with dark shadows. “I am the great emperor of the seven kingdoms who united them with my sweat and blood. I am the sovereign ruler and now I have moved beyond the realm of mere mortals. I am the ultimate one.”

’ I say and lunge toward it, striking it across the throat, only for it to vanish and reappear moments later. ‘What!’ I say, stepping back. Someone claps behind me. I turn to face a man stepping out from the shadows towards me with a smile. ‘It’s not very often someone attempts to strike and kill my pet Blood Dwellers,’ he says and holds his hands, palms down beside him. Black demonic dogs flicker, appearing under his hands. He pats them gently. They have fangs three times as long as vampires. I watch as the Blood Dwellers twitch and flicker as if they are apparitions. Their eyes are red, blood red. The same eyes that had surrounded Micah and me. The Blood Dwellers are real.

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

He nodded blankly and said, "Thank you, senior, I will definitely bring this news back to my Ancestora!" Hearing this, Lumino nodded slightly, and the next moment, his figure disappeared from the place. As the Ancestora left, Emperor Sherman looked at Severin faintly, with unspeakable envy in his eyes. Although he was the emperor of Delhi, he had the cultivation level of the ninth level of the supreme paragon, and he also possessed a Metal Armored Divine Soldier. However, the Day and Night Starold was still invaluable. Otherwise, he would not have left it in the treasure vault to gather dust for hundreds of years.

said a man's voice beside him, touching the dragon emperor's shoulder. "Where am I? And what is this?" said the dragon emperor, seeing many people kneeling with sad faces in front of him. There were wounded figures behind them kneeling before him, and there were also corpses that did not even have complete bodies lying in the back row, guarded by fully armored soldiers. The dragon emperor did not know where he was, but he knew that he had fallen into the body of an emperor from the past, or more precisely, from the era when the Black Dragon was still a powerful figure who shook the entire realm and the three worlds.

I slowly let go of her wrists and stood up, my heart dropping straight into my stomach. Natalie scrambled back into the depths of the armchair, clutching the torn fabric of her dress to her chest. A tall man stepped out of the darkness and into the bright beam of the headlights. He was in his mid-forties, possessing an imposing, heavily muscled build that stretched the fabric of his tailored brown suit. Short, neat brown hair framed a face that was strikingly handsome, yet completely devoid of any human warmth. Beneath his rolled-up sleeves, intricate black tattoos crawled up his thick forearms and disappeared under his collar.

I glance up at the Murano glass chandelier above. “What do you want to see, Serafina?” he asks, my name rolling off his tongue with something too smooth behind it. “Maybe the dungeon,” I reply. “Ah… looking for your friend,” Jero says easily. We reach a corner of the basement, the same direction I came from earlier. “You want to know a fun fact?” he adds. “What is it?” “I’m the one who captured Kael. You know ‘Invisible’ is his codename, right? All those successful missions,” he says.

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.