Dark Star Emperor Novels & Stories

Liam Mathews 25 years old. A cruel, possessive and powerful man. He is the firstborn of Douglas and Alina Mathews. As his father is ruling as the Emperor, he will be the next Emperor of the mafia world. He and his family live in California. Attending the wedding of his right hand, he saw a girl and fell for her at a first sight. For her, he was ready to kick his throne and he did. Douglas Mathews 57 years old, The mafia Emperor. He is cruel and powerful. He is the father of Liam, Aiden and Bryan. Liam is the more powerful son and capable to be the emperor and he declared him as the next heir.

Angela continued, “He’ll be in shortly. You should...” Her words faded into white noise as the door behind me opened. I turned. Slowly. He walked in like he owned the world, because he did. The same commanding presence. The same strong jaw. The same glint in his eyes. Alexander Sterling. My breath stopped. My heart slammed into my ribs. I froze. It was him. The man from the hotel. The man who had fucked me like he was trying to leave a mark on my soul was my boss.

The fire dimmed slowly into darkness. Then once more, closer this time, desperate, and almost trembling. "Ezekiel… open your eyes!"

Tiartu started saying when Idum pushed her way through and pushed open the door. The room they were met with was a dark and silent room. The Emperor was also gone. "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.

“You have to know who your real enemies are, Aster. King Laurent and I await you until you realize what is happening here. I worry for your safety here as well, your Grace. It is obvious that Helena runs this place now and not you!” Snarls ripped in Aster’s throat as he sat on the bed and glared at me, “As if I would let her do that, Eodelle. I am the Emperor! I will never let her and Emyr play dirty on me!” I pulled myself up and sat on the bed as well, my hands securing the sheet covering my body. I looked at him, a little satisfied that at least he is now listening to whatever I am saying. Aster needs someone to make him realize the conspiracies going on inside Headow Stronghold and Laure

“You summoned us.” The Lunaris Emperor’s voice slid across the chamber like cold moonlight—quiet, cultured, and absolutely unreadable. Cloaked in shimmering silver robes, his long hair falling over one shoulder, he watched Alessia as though she were an anomaly he had not yet solved. Beside him, the Pale Monarch of Noctis stood like a ghost made of shadow, veiled and silent, the air around him bending slightly as if the world itself feared to disturb him.

The moment the numerous figures animatedly chatting in the center of the ballroom felt the powerful presence of the Lykan Emperor, all conversation died down and a hushed silence settled over the crowd. In the next instant, as if the guests were one entity, their heads turned towards the golden stairs at the same time. The silver light exuded by the exquisite carving of a star embracing a moon engraved in the wall behind the emperor fell on his silver hair and finely sculpted facial features, creating a halo around him that shook the female audience's hearts. "That's Emperor Zeonen? How can someone be so otherworldly...handsome?" For lack of a better word, Haily used the word handsome to con

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" The sun emperor could no longer contain his anger. He roared as loud as he could to the sky. He hated, deeply hated himself for being unable to save anyone, even his own children and wife who died because of his weakness. The black dragon seemed happy to see humans mourning the sadness in their hearts. It was truly satisfying, and he even felt like he wanted to continue watching humans fall into the abyss of despair like the Sun Emperor. Just as the black dragon was feeling pleased with the Sun Emperor's sadness, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura approaching him. The black dragon's smile disappeared, replaced by a cold stare when he realized that someone he knew was coming. So

And somewhere behind the bulkhead ahead of me, in the imperial command center of a flagship that was going to become, over the next weeks, considerably smaller than the galaxy it moved through — the Emperor of the Void Empire sat at his calculations with his violet eyes and his engineered perfection and his complete inability to explain why he had requested the reassignment of one specific labor worker to his domestic staff. He would run the calculation forty-seven times over the following three weeks. He would not find an explanation. He would keep her closer anyway — one reassignment at a time, one corridor closer, one layer of distance removed — with the systematic precision of a man who

“I am not bewitched. I am perfectly sane and I know what I’m doing. Don’t you dare try to pin this on Vathar.” The Emperor’s eyes narrowed as he considered Dareth’s words. A dry, humorless chuckle slipped past his lips. “The Dark Lord is always full of tricks. I should have seen it coming. This must all be part of their plan to drive the Earth into chaos and occupy it.” He gave a slow nod, as if the truth had already settled in his mind. “Nemyra,” he called, and the air shimmered. An extremely tall woman appeared, crowned with a cascade of golden locks that spilled over her shoulders and a blindfold of pale silk that hid her eyes. She stepped forward and bowed deeply before him.