Divine Emperor Of Death Novels & Stories

“Hey, I can’t do that to you. You guys are my best pals.” “You did it before, Gareth.” Cassandra pointed to the prophesy in the glass which was under her armpit. “The past is the past, okay. Besides, it doesn’t make any sense again. Since the emperor is dead.” “The emperor is dead?” Vera asked. “Oh you haven’t heard. Well, he is dead. Rumors are flying around that his son killed him.” “That is ridiculous. The Emperor has no son.” Vera chuckled. “How old are you, Watcher? Ten years? Do you want to tell me that you are the only one who didn’t know that the Emperor bore a son out of his immortality?”

He fell to his knees, his silver eyes completely hollowed out, staring up at the Alpha King with the fragile trembling frailty of an incredibly old man. "My... my empire," Valerius gasped, his voice barely a dry rasp of dust. "Your empire is dead," Dante snarled. Dante didn’t draw a sword. He stepped forward, raising his massive bone plated fist, still radiating the pure, unyielding golden fire of his Alpha aura. With one final, brutal strike, Dante drove his fist straight through the Emperor’s brittle chest. Valerius didn’t even bleed. He shattered. The ancient Lycan crumbled into a pile of gray ash and broken chalky bone, blowing away in the gentle breeze that now drifted through the ruine

Kalta cursed, annoyed that Adonis always seemed to be coming back more powerful than the last. He could not understand why the kid would not just die and allow him to reign in peace. "I am not a bastard. I am Adonis, son of the great Lord of Death, Adonis. I am the reincarnation of my father and your true lord and master." Adonis answered him as he began to squeeze his hands at Kalta, squeezing and crushing his body. "You would never be able to be able to attain being a lord. Death agents do not feel or fall in love. Those who do are easily killed, take your father as an example." Kalta yelled out in pain as his bones were crushed and his organs mashed up together.

When they had become a Divine Monarch, they might have a chance at attaining divinity then. Hence, that was how important the Divine Fetus was. Yet now, Julius’ Divine Fetus was so burnt that it ended up melting. “Wah-” Julius’ Divine Fetus yelped in pain. The North Emperor was drowned out by fury, yelling and cursing at Alex. However, he was nothing but a mere soul phantom here. He even had to use some kind of object to appear at this place, unable to be here in person. Moreover, he couldn’t do anything inside the formation in Pompeii.

Azrael's mind again encompassed that of the man, and he continued to quote: “I am the first and the last and the living. I was dead, but now I live forever, and I have the keys to death and the underworld. ”But at the same time he began to shape the Spaniard's weak spirit according to his will: All your SINS, remember them Cristiano. Convert yourself and SERVE me, this is the only way I can save you. Show me the way out and your HEART will be as CLEAN as that of his baby on the day of his birth. Eternal DAMN is waiting for you for your sins, don't you understand? This is your only chance to save yourself for your FAMILY. Don't you want to see your mother again? You have to take it FOR HER, C

Emily asked as she slowly walks backwards, trying to get away from the mysterious entity. "I am Death. The commander of the reapers and the fourth horseman of the apocalypse." His voice sounds eerily deep. Emily's eyes widened. "Am I-" Emily couldn't utter the word. "Dead? Absolutely," Death continued. "I can't die. This can't be happening," Emily dropped on her knees. "Sorry but, there's nothing we can do about it," Death apologized. "I'm dreaming right? This is just a weird nightmare. I'll wake up later then I'll be okay." Emily tries to force a smile, convincing herself that everything is not real.

The Heavenly Emperor did not finish his sentence because he was stopped by the Emperor by raising his hand. The emperor was a revered and feared Great God and his power was well known throughout the realm. The celestial emperor had changed several times, but the Emperor remained the same as the Archer God. "Punishment for living 10 lives in the mortal world!" said The Emperor. The emperor always looked calm, a God nicknamed by the name of a God without feelings and that is what is always visible. The emperor always had a flat expression without showing any emotion.

In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing In the sixth carriage are Duke Fesorr Deathfall, Duchess Rumera Mors Deathfall, and Lord Rhanos Deathfall, all descendants of Hades from Deathfall City patron city of Hades. They oversee the Morte Province, and all funerals are held in Hades' temples located in Morte Province

The answer landed with enough force that she watched the muscles in his jaw tighten. “There are more dead wives in your bloodline than statistics should reasonably allow.” Draevor offered no denial, and his silence unsettled Halrem far more than any explanation could have. She slowly stepped around the table until only a few feet separated them, never taking her eyes off him. “The Kaine emperors are cursed.” Still, he said nothing. Rain whispered against the high windows overlooking the northern cliffs, and the silence between them grew heavier with each passing moment. “Draevor.” He closed his eyes for the briefest moment before releasing a slow breath.

Standing at the center of the ritual platform was King Lucien Draven. He looked every bit the ruler the empire had come to fear and respect. Tall and broad-shouldered, he wore ceremonial black armor engraved with crimson runes that shimmered faintly beneath the eclipse. A long velvet cloak flowed behind him, and the ancient crown of the Night Empire rested upon his dark hair with effortless authority. His striking crimson eyes remained fixed on the altar before him, revealing nothing of the thoughts hidden behind them.