Emperor Belos Novels & Stories

he pointed beneath his feet with his fingers. "Yes, my Lord,” Lady Bana answered, lowering her head again. “She is with Tharros now, and he’s the Emperor. The Emperor of all Creatures.” At that, Myrrak’s expression barely changed, but something about the way he stood shifted. Like the air around him had grown colder, heavier.

He must be the emperor's most beloved and that's why he was given the most beautiful castle in the empire. "Wife," Romeo pulled her attention back to him as he walked closer to her. "Before we go, I'd like you to meet my men," he said, and five men stood in a line a few steps away before her. The hoods of their cloaks were down. Roselle swallowed inaudibly at their overwhelming presence. Three of them were just as tall as Romeo but the other two were huge. Roselle immediately remembered the huge and terrifying generals that used to accompany her father and the human emperors back in the Southern Empire. In fact, despite looking very relaxed, these five men were emitting a powerful aura that

I played the part of the broken, overwhelmed Omega perfectly. ​We walked through hallways of gold and bone until we reached the garden. ​There, sitting on a throne of living vines, was a man. He didn't look old. He looked timeless. His hair was a blinding white, and his eyes were the same sun-gold as the armor of his guards. ​The Emperor. Solas. ​He stood as we approached, his presence so overwhelming it felt like the air itself was bowing. He walked toward me, his movements slow and graceful.

Whilst I was reading the report files on the information’s that has been gathered by the tortured and interrogated Assassin from the Spider. One thing that that stood out to me, and it has been bothering me quite a lot, like wood splinter under my skin. The fact that why the Emperor himself ordered his assassin to go an fetch him the Troll King Blood. The Emperor Sladin Kobul the 5th, Emperor of the Battle Star Empire, in his early days he was known to be battle maniac that waged war in order to measure his power and strength, whilst expanding his empire. A ruthless man, not the brightest, but he was surrounded by his capable ministers, supporters and many nobles. Not to mention he was an im

Locked them away. Sweat slid down my neck. My breathing steadied. Minutes passed. Or hours. I did not know. A voice outside the door made my eyes snap open. “Prepare Prince Lior.” Another voice answered. “The carriage to the Tyrant Emperor leaves at dawn.” Silence. I stared toward the door. Then slowly… I smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. “Ragnar,” I murmured. The Blood Tyrant. The monster emperor. The man this body had feared so much he chose death.

“Then perhaps I should remain until I am educated.” Halrem stared at him while across the table Chancellor Edrin looked spiritually absent from the mortal world entirely. Somehow the banquet continued, though no one would later remember the final courses because conversation had become impossible beneath the enormous glittering weight of one undeniable truth... the Beast Emperor was not subtly intrigued. He was openly pursuing their empress in front of the civilized world. When the final musicians began to play and the nobles rose to withdraw, Halrem stood with perfect composure and turned to leave. Draevor immediately fell into step beside her.

Yet even with such incredible and ungodly might, he looked helpless before Emperor Ao. Meanwhile, warriors of both the East and the West shuddered with comprehension. "Why have we not realized that such a monster exists in our midst?!" Bang! With a burst of dirt and sand, Louis emerged from the ground, his face distorted with bruises and swellings as he howled maniacally with rage. As High Prelate to the Holy Temple of the Sun, his very existence was like a god among common man. Yet on this day, he was swatted like a bug into the ground, along with his reputation and face.

"Hey no trouble here!" "Well technically we're both lords as well." Thomas decided it was time to address the knights before thing spiraled to out of control. "You're lords of a defeated country! What rank do you think you hold in our eyes! Your people are our dogs!" "Does the Belenkov family name equal out to a dog?" Bishop froze mid step. ... "Jarlhyde Belenkov? The mercenary who saved the emperor's life?" "My father." 'Shit Shit Shit!' Bishop cursed inwardly. Chances are he could get away with killing this useless drunkard, but killing the man's son who saved the emperor? That's a whole different story to itself.

A minister of Ardos came forward and read the declaration "Greetings to the sun of Avesta, Ardos has heard of your selection of brides and wishes to express its gratitude for your consideration. Grand Emperor Zeyphyr wishes to greet the noble ladies that registered their names for the selection of the Empress." It was not a suggestion but rather an indirect command- show me who dares to enter the lair of Icarus. Who was the Grand Emperor?

“Huh?” “Call me Alex, when we’re alone like this.” Bella nodded. “Okay.” Crown Prince got up and got dressed. Bella was stretching and groaning. He pulled her into his embrace. “Ah,” yelped Bella. “Keep making those sexy noise and I will take you again.” “Then I’m sure the Emperor and Empress will have your head.” Crown Prince chuckled and put his head against her. He said with reassurance, “They wouldn’t dare hurt me for I am their most beloved son. I’m the one who is born in the year of the dragon, destined to be Emperor. They wouldn’t do anything to upset me.”