Black Emperor Game Novels & Stories

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

"I am not holding you." "..." This bastard! "Since you admit your crime, I will be lenient." The emperor took a step toward me, putting his hand in the hilt of his sword. "It seems that you don't even know who the emperor of this country is." Fuck! Why did I call him an emperor? He's not an emperor yet. Dante Scheledrus Wyrm tilted his head as if he was expecting me to do something. I swallowed. "What is my crime?" "It's a crime to steal from the dead." He bent down on his one knee in front of me. With a low voice, he told me, "Don't you know?"

However, complete the mission, and you shall be reborn. Mission Objective: Conquer the Cursed Alpha, Killian. Conditions: Obtain his "Token of the Blood Oath." Raise Killian's favorability to 100%. Reward: Resurrection for the entire family. Failure: Your souls will be torn apart, damned for eternity. The entire game was being livestreamed to the Divine Realm. The deity granted us special communicators, allowing us to see the real-time barrage of comments from the "audience." "Killian? That madman?"

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”

I don't play games. He shrugged. "GAMES, after all, are half the fun, aren't they? But if you must have it your way, I suppose I could extend them for a while yet. .. to spice things up, to provide an incentive, to keep everyone entertained." I narrowed my eyes. "Get to the point. Call the damn price." He grinned, refusing. "Nope. Not yet. A little while longer. They’re safe, don't worry… for now." I raised my hand, holding it near my gun. The crowd was shifting all around us. Venus’s soldiers, Marco’s soldiers.

It was brutal. Fists flew. Elbows cracked against jaws. Men slammed into the canvas floor of the makeshift ring. Blood splattered. Grunts and shouts filled the warehouse. The first group’s winner was a big guy named Marco, he knocked out the last opponent with a vicious uppercut that left the man unconscious for nearly a minute. Group after group stepped up. Some fights lasted longer than others. Bones cracked. Noses broke. One man had his shoulder dislocated and still tried to keep fighting until Bernard pulled him out.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

As before, two people walked in from each side of the arena and stopped in the middle of the stage. “On my left, a man in black tuxedo made from special fabric. A warrior hailing from the desert of San Coro and works for the Tiny Tina Company as the bodyguard of its CEO. Micheal Morris! And on my right, a man wearing something as casual as a regular shirt and jeans. A Seasoned ranked Hunter and the latest Dragon Emperor himself, Matthew Dragunov!” Instead of cheers or anything, the crowd was silent, except Cecilia who was clapping happily along with Yuri who just supported her lady. The crowd was whispering among themselves as they voiced their dislike of Matthew.

But Ren was not there. "Impossible!" The 1st Emperor cried from the destruction of his favorite weapon. Incensed in rage, his hand wrapped in Ion energy. As he used a technique to destroy the mace as revenge. 'Behemoth Strike!' A large whale appeared and rushed forward. "Pathetic!" Ren's voice said from the wind. He reappeared right behind the 1st Emperor and riped the man's armor off. Dodging a quick strike, Ren shifted over to the man's side. His arms turning to hooks as he peeled more of the armor off. "To weak, to stupid!"