Divine Emperor Of Death Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 23 THE EMPEROR look at Zelia weirdly, "Detective Conan? Who's that?" Zelia chuckles, "He's an anime character and also love solving mystery crimes. There are also lot's of detective I know but you will just get confused. Anyways, let's get back to the real business." "Yeah..."The Emperor look at Reves and Mae,"... I'll leave that old man to you, bring him back I don't care if you might hurt him but don't kill him, I still have lot of business to do with him."He ordered as he clenched his fist.

“I’m sending a helicopter to pick you up. You’ll be working with General Ethan Cole’s team. They’re on the front lines, and they need your help. You’ll be briefed when you arrive, but you need to come now.” Ethan Cole. I had met him briefly when I was first recruited for the military research program. He was a tall, commanding figure with a calm, authoritative presence. I had heard about his team’s efforts to contain the outbreak, and I knew he was a rising star in the military. But I also knew something else: he was special. He was one of the few survivors who had contracted the fever and survived—only he hadn’t just survived. He had gained powers. Powers that no one fully understood. Power

And when I sensed his energy, I realized it was Prince Daisuke, the King's only son and… next King after Avy's death. "And the oracle called you a well-behaved child!" He mocked, and when I felt his eyes on my face I tried to turn my head away but he held my chin. I heard him gulping. "Blood tears…" he said to himself. "What did you do, Eileithya?" I hate when he calls me by my middle name like that instead of just Thya like Avy does. "Who's death did you see?" "That's none of your business, Your Highness," we never had a good relationship, but it wasn't bad either. It was neutral. I felt bad for lying about this because it was totally his business.

Savior punched the direction in the GPS and motioned with his finger at the display. I stared at it "I don't know your name." I asked, looking at the dead bodies. The shop owner was still looking terrified as he came to peer out and rushed in again. He must have called the cops. "Devil," He hoarsely said. "The famous devil?" Assassin asked, looking a little shocked. "I should recognize you from your look. No one has ever seen you."

"Gods cannot be created by mere mortals! No one creates a deity!" "Oh...you haven't been to Umuora then. I have been there and I know what I saw. They have powerful deities and they created all of them. This one here is called Ope, it kills instantly. Take and swear that you will keep your words after revealing the secret I have with you...take it." Ije stared at the wooden artifact. She stood up from her chair and took a step backward. The man stood up too and took a step forward. "Are you scared?" He asked.

Citizens fled the streets in fear when she walked the stones, many others bowed. Her only competitor was a new assassin, Dynamere Raenaleous. Her kill level was climbing fast, and she was the only member who took work faster than Rhae; most say she never sleeps. Dynamere wore full black leather, with bands covering her limbs, holding dangerous weapons. Dynamere specialised in poisons, particularly taking a liking to a famous violet poison that paralyses anyone who touches the liquid. Most of her kills were done by poisoning the kegs of liquor in the taverns that were handed off to the guilds. The next day guild houses would be littered with bodies.

The moment Seraphina saw him, her stomach tightened. Bad news. Definitely bad news. The man approached quickly. "Sir." Damian looked up. "What happened?" The security director hesitated. Something he almost never did. Then he handed over a folder. "We found him." The room instantly fell silent. Damian stood. "So Marcus Holloway exists." The director nodded. "Yes." "Where is he?" A pause. A terrible pause. Then— "Dead." The word landed like a hammer. Seraphina's stomach dropped.

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

I was a ghost again, fading back into the big, uncaring night. The bag felt heavy on my shoulder, not just with my few things, but with the unbearable weight of a promise I could never keep and a truth I could no longer hide. The Emperor was looking for Liora, the kind girl who saved him. But Liora wasn't really real. And Lioren, the boy who had briefly known a strange kind of friendship with the future Emperor, was now running for his life, not just from the Emperor’s men, but from the Emperor himself.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.