Novel & Cerita Dark Star Emperor

But I never expected situations to always work in my favour. "If there's any hesitation, Beta. You can stay behind." I told Aakash, talking on the stairs. "Not happening. I'll live with my brothers, I'll die for my brothers." He repeated the words. They were curved on their hearts when they took the blood oath. I got behind the wheel and twisted the keys. Drake hopped in. I wanted to end this as soon as possible. Arnav had given me all proof of him being the stalker. Though he was always hiding his face behind a mask. Tan had brought him up. He stole Antonio's son years ago and trained him to destroy us. His obsession for my wife would bury him in his graveyard. I accelerated the car as ange

The thing held a black box that he held towards Ellis. “Nardoes,” Nin said, flickering her eyes towards Ellis. Nardoes were not part of the Empire because the nation was in a constant state of war. Logan had told her it was part of their nature. She remembered that they had poor eyesight. If one stayed motionless, they could almost disappear in front of these creatures. “Which of you is the Empress?” he asked, his mouth clicking as he spoke. “I am,” Nin pronounced. Ellis turned to her with wide eyes. “Ni—”

But they fell in love like they were supposed to Speaking of blood… What did I know about this insane and psychopathic emperor? He was devastatingly handsome. "So distracting." I shook my head. "I need to think about the important things." "Like what?" I heard the familiar cold voice. The light inside the tent was low. But I could see him. Why the fuck Emperor Dante was sitting on a chair with his one leg over the other in the corner? It didn't seem like he just came. I would have heard a noise if he had.

I’m in Cillian Veyne’s body, lean, chiseled, cock annoyingly sensitive as always, dressed in a silver-embroidered black suit that screams scholarly power. My harem flanks me: Ardyn, regal in gold, emerald eyes scanning the crowd; Kaelen, stormy gaze softened but obsessive, hand brushing mine. Zane, silver hair tied back, rogue smirk sharp as he eyes the exits. My fangirl heart’s losing it. The emperor and empress in the flesh! Emperor Valtor, broad-shouldered with a gray-streaked beard, exudes authority, his crown glinting as he toasts our victory.

Drakonios the Emperor & The Friend He Misses The halls of Qombinia had changed. Once cold and echoing with distance, they now pulsed with warmth—children’s laughter, the scent of morning nectar, and the rustle of new life. But for Drakonios Tharros Azrok, now Emperor of All Realms, the silence that followed the celebration still left room for ghosts. He stood on one of the high balconies of the palace, looking out across the continent he had united by fire, blood, and sacrifice. The crown of flame above his head no longer flickered with wrath but steadied into something gentler—light meant to guide, not to scorch.

The Emperor raised one hand. A sphere of darkness appeared above his palm. Inside it floated thousands of tiny stars. "Do you know what these are?" None of us answered. "They are the final memories of worlds that chose endless war." He closed his hand. The stars vanished. "They destroyed themselves." "The Void merely granted them peace." "No," Wesley replied firmly. "That is not peace." "That is surrender." For the first time... The Emperor laughed. It was not cruel. It was almost... amused. "You speak as Solarius once did."

I looked at him, my vision blurring slightly. He stood and took a velvet box from a servant, opening it. Inside was not a diamond ring, it was a pure gold family ring. "Isabella," he said, his gaze steady and intense. "This ring represents half of the power of the De Luca family. "I place it in your hands." "From today on, you are not only the heir of the Costa family. "You are also the lady of the De Luca family." I looked at him. At the man powerful enough to shake the entire mafia world, then standing before me, offering half his empire without hesitation.

Rain hammered against the city like a thousand angry fists. From the twenty-third floor of a rundown apartment building, Seraphina Vale watched the storm swallow the skyline. The city never slept. It lied. It cheated. It buried secrets beneath towers of glass and steel. And somewhere among those towers stood the man she hated most. Damian Blackwood. The name alone made her jaw tighten. At twenty-eight, he was already one of the youngest billionaires in the country. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. Media darling. Ruthless businessman.