Call Me Emperor Novels & Stories

Not anyone. From Dante’s mouth it sounds nothing like love. It sounds like a claim. And yet something about it reaches down to a place I keep locked and pulls. I look away from his eyes. I should not have looked in the first place. "Don't call me that," I say quietly. He doesn't answer for a moment. When he speaks, his voice has lost its edge, just barely. "Your mother called you that." It isn't a question. I don't know how he knows, and I don't ask.

I replied coldly. He smirked, his gaze running over me. "Yileyna…" Theon muttered. I know it was risky, but I needed to give this a chance. "You are indeed something we have not come across before, but the Emperor sees no one, not even his own kind." "Then who can I speak to?" "What is it regarding, you can tell me, I am one of the Emperor’s grandsons." He said, crossing his arms. That made sense… I could feel his power.

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach

Both of them thanked me at the same time, and I couldn't help but sigh before turning my gaze to the man whose name I couldn't identify. "I don't know your name yet. What should I call you?" I asked, looking at him, my gaze of suspicion is still lingering inside. As he introduced himself, the man smiled casually. "You can call me Rho, Your Majesty." (Rho? What an unusual name.) "I understand, Rho. Once again, I am Verena von Elysian, the Empress of Elysian Empire. It's good to know you." Rho lowered his head in respect.

I grasped his hand and begged, "I will do everything that you want. Please save me." "Amputation," He muttered coldly. "I will send Graham to chop your leg off." "No!!!" I cried. "There must be another way. I can't lose my leg. Do something, please. You are a freaking emperor." He raised his brow sharply. "Do you not even know who the emperor of the Sephyr Empire is?" "You will be next emperor, " I yelled in panic. "You can't let me die or cut my foot. There must be an antidote to this poison."

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

After killing all the assassins, Theo, jumped down from the roof and applauded them. “Very well done! The Princes of the Dragon Empire doesn’t disappoint me at all,” said the Emperor. “Of course,” said Elijah. “You were still slow on summoning,” said Adian. “What?” Elijah pointing to himself. “Right, Eric?” asked Crown Prince Adam looking at Eric. Eric nodded, and said, “You need to inch that foot forward so you can summon that dragon with a BANG!” “Says the General of the Dragon Empire,” whined Elijah.

“Bow in reverence and offer your most loyal greetings to the twenty-sixth Emperor of the Empire Of Greten, Alpha Vidar De Lunarius Devereaux, the rightful ruler of this Holy Empire.” The announcer is supposed to say that proclamation is a loud, booming voice, but he says it simply and quietly. At my side, Lukas has been uncharacteristically silent the whole way here. The towering gates of the Emperor’s personal chambers without a sound, and the guards bow to let Lukas and I pass.

I was about to turn around when he suddenly called. "Belladonna.." That was the first time he ever called my name. I didn't answer but I waited for him to continue. "Just... Just live quietly like you always do," he said. "You have to know your place," he emphasized. I clenched my hand into a fist. This man is seriously the worst. "Thank you for reminding me that I have no place here," I said coldly. This time, I walked away without looking back, leaving the stoic face of the emperor behind.