Divine Emperor Of Death Novels & Stories

He stretched out his hand. "No!" The Daemon Emperor unleashed an endless torrent of daemonic energy. It surged into the void, tearing apart space and creating black holes. Yet, Adrian responded with a serene gesture. Streams of violet energy rippled outward. "Argh!" The Daemon Emperor's scream was abruptly cut short. The once-immortal ruler of the daemons fell as he was eradicated from existence. Hovering above the world, Adrian surveyed all living things. He was both the Heavenly Emperor and Adrian. Though everything had changed, he remained true to himself.

In the blink of an eye, they were crushed into powder and disappeared. Suddenly, the Fiend Emperor and the Blood Emperor let out miserable howls. Their divine souls were resisting. They didn't want to die. In this chaotic storm, even the divine souls of the rulers of the Firmament were unable to take care of themselves. The divine souls of the Fiend Emperor and the Blood Emperor went out. These two people were Immortal Emperors, and their divine souls were incomparably powerful. After a black head and a bloody spine were forcefully peeled off the bodies of the Fiend Emperor and the Blood Emperor, they turned into two figures.

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.

The nails of his fingers dug deep into his palm, blood was oozing out. "Kekekeke... Not yet. Be patient Nejor, Let them fall into the trap completely. You will get your revenge soon. Kekeke... They will get the most terrifying death anyone ever imagined." Lykarth patted Nejor's shoulder while giving a sinister smile. =========== While the young chief, Eldjorne were proceeding to the Dracendale and Lykarth were waiting to ambush him, Azalias woke up in a darkroom who had fainted a while ago was shaking violently, his legs were hitting in something continuously.

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.

However, unlike his opponent, he was going to walk away alive today and he was not afraid to say that. “I will make sure that I drink from your skull for years to come. Your bones will I refine into the choicest of furniture and his muscles will I thread into the fanciest of spreads. I will definitely kill you today! I will make sure that my name is all you here when I send you to the underworld and gift your soul to the keepers thereof. Remember my name for it shall be the last thing you hear in this short life of yours!” “My name is Sameed Minhaj, the Cruel Emperor who reaps a thousand lives!”

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.