Black Emperor Game Novels & Stories

“Mommy! wake up I want to play!” “Casey be quit let mommy sleep come downstairs” “But Daddy, I want mommy to play with me” “Not today, moms not feeling good today let her sleep” I can hear the door close slowly as I start to open my eyes. The room is dark. The blackout curtains keep the sunlight out and today I’m so glad that they do. My body feels like it has been run over by a train. I try to turn over in bed and it hurts so bad that a moan escapes my mouth. I don’t know how long I laid there. I didn’t care, I wished that I would die right there and never have to live another day in this place. I feel horrible and could not see anyway out of this situation but death. I finally force my bod

He dodged just in time. I expected him to. My elbow caught him in the chin. I followed with another heavy hand to his neck. Two quick jabs and he fell to the ground clutching his throat. Despite being a princess, I trained with the pack warriors. I took one last look at the tall wooden doors and pushed them open. The first voice that greeted me was the Devilclaw emissary saying the most dreadful things to my father in his throne room. “…you’re simply the weakest alpha in the wild west. I mean—”

He said as he look at the system panel. He motioned the system to go closer and the screen obediently hovered in front of him. He tapped the second choice and eventually approached the Duke. Hassan only looked at Byul as he plodded towards him. Byul stopped in front of Hassan and reached out to pat his head. “Don’t worry you won’t disappear.” He assured him with a smile and motioned the sytem to finally activate his skill. [ Special Skill: Corpse Breeding is in use.]

“Your realm trembles.” “Spare me the poetry,” I hiss. “You’re interrupting.” Her eyes open. They are silver and ageless, the only way that she can be. “Someone must,” she replies softly. “The Game is dying.” The chamber trembles in agreement, shards of black stone falling from the ceiling. But I refuse to flinch. I gather the shadows around me like a cloak, lifting my chin. “It’s a temporary disruption,” I lie. “A mortal girl with more stubbornness than sense. Nothing more.”

I got to the apartment I share with Ember by 6:20pm and met her in the sitting room, legs crossed and a bowl of popcorn on her laps. She was watching her favorite telenovela series. “You’re back.” She smiled, her gaze not leaving the TV screen. “Yes.” I took off my shoes and entered the sitting room, plopping on the sofa like a log of wood. So fucking tired. “That reminds me,” Ember peeled her eyes from the TV screen and they fell on me. “There’s a game between the Devils and the Phoenix by Thursday. Are you interested?” After what occurred at the restroom, hell no. I wasn’t attending Maverick’s game.

Row after row of massive men draped in black tactical gear, their blank eyes wide and staring, their skin glowing with that sick, synthetic green light. "Not a wolf," Silas rasped, his voice dropping into a register that made the floorboards tremble. "Something worse." As the first machine lunged into the violet light, the Temple doors didn't just close—they deadlocked. We were trapped in a tomb with a hundred killers who didn't need eyes to hunt. The corporate game is officially over, and the war for the throne has just entered its final, bloody chapter.

I narrowed my eyes at Brandon, who had been standing there with his mouth open, gawking at the entire situation. “Oh, yeah. We love games. Poker, blackjack, you name it.” He sputtered. “What’s blackjack?” Angelica inquired in her wispy soprano. “I’ll teach you that one later.” Ember promised, shooting a glare at Brandon. “Right now, I thought we’d play a game using our magic.” Angelica jumped out of the chair so quickly that she almost knocked it over. She bounced up and down on her feet. “Yes! Let’s play a game with magic!” She squealed, clapping her little hands together.

What game is this? The one they call the emperor is looking at me intently. "What is your identity?" This is a question. I felt a little nervous. This person is somewhat intimidating. I swallowed before answering. "I am August..." I answered but it seemed like it was my full name. "August White." Surprise and confusion appeared on the faces of my companions but there was no change in the emperor's face. "And, I need to go home. Whatever this freakin' show is, I don't want to participate. Just let me go." I said straight away, there is no flaking yet.

Emma raised an eyebrow and abruptly released herself from his grip. "Just look at me," she took the intercom. "Dock, come up." Jamie furrowed his brow, and moments later, the tall and intimidating figure of Dock appeared, a smile on his face. "What do you need, Miss Spencer?" Jamie tensed up and then understood the reference to the "black code" that had been mentioned earlier. "I'll leave on my own, there's no need to use force for this." He knew he couldn't contend with Dock the mastodon, as he called him in his mind. Emma waited for Jamie to take out the suitcases and for the doorman to escort him out of the building.

"The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood." Upon hearing the information about the Emperor, Finesia wasn't able to think straight. There's no way that the Leonardo she met is the Emperor himself, it's impossible. "Is there any other information about him? Like his eyes... yes, his eyes! What's the color of it?" Finesia asked remembering the sparkling color of azure eyes of the man she met. "It's like a color of an ocean-" Jeneva wasn't able to finished her words when Finesia slammed the table, she looks exhilarated as she grabbed Jeneva's hands while her eyes were sparkling.