Emperor Crimson 소설 & 이야기

Nathan shudder in fear, hearing his words. “Unfortunately, Aoi Akuma-sama want to keep you.” he squeezed Nathan face firmly. “Now, I wonder what is your connection to his beloved Crimson Blade and that girl.” Nathan stared fixedly at him in perplexed, ever since they picked them up and dragged, he always heard them say, ‘Crimson Blade’. ‘Who is Crimson Blade? And what is it?’

"And no more princess. If less you accept, this princess is a badass and crazy and will kill every person you care for and love." "Consider me staying in line, princess." His words are quiet as I keep the point of the blade pressed firmly against his neck. My eyes on it, watching the tiny drop of blood run down his neck, my eyes slowly looking across her body as my breathing hitches. He is wild, and smells it as well. "Like what your eyes are eating princess?" His voice a growl.

“We have it. There are two ‘Mate Crystals'. One is with the WEREALM guards and the other with the current Werewolf Empress.” The Emperor's words left the Lady shocked and wide-eyed. She didn’t remember having any ‘Mate Crystal.’ Looking at her surprised face, Emperor finally dipped his hands around her neck and caressed the middle oval bead of thy necklace. The bead started to glow in yellow color. Both the ladies gasped realizing the truth. So, the ‘Mate Crystal' was always with her since the beginning. Her eyes had those expressions, and the Emperor read them real quick.

It was all dyed in red, all of his robes and shirts were all red but she didn't said anything since everyone has their own tastes, just like her who always wear the grey color shirts. She get the normal robes who's only have one layer for him to easy to move without any hindrance. She went back to the Emperor's direction who was waiting for her to dress him up. She sigh then she dress him up using the normal robe that she get from his golden closet, she fixed the tie which is near his stomach. She look at him once again, "So? Am I not hallucinating earlier?" The Emperor nodded his head before he answered, "Yeah, you're definitely not hallucinating besides your the first person who saw my gol

It was pure. “They dared to piss on our gates, then went home by laying our dogs on pure trash,” the Emperor whispered, his voice creeping slowly through the pores of every elder present. Not a cry of fury, but rather a promise of absolute death. "Alexander Sterling... you may be immune to banking sabotage, but let's see if your European fangs are immune to pure dragon blades." The Emperor stood up. His golden silk robe fluttered. For a hundred years, he never left his throne in Asia. But tonight, pure imperial prestige had been slapped right in his face!

Aldric’s hand found hers instinctively, his grip warm and steady. The bond flared with protective intensity. “He won’t get near her,” Aldric said firmly. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re her mate.” “Yes.” The Alpha of Crimson Hollow nodded once. “That helps.” Regina blinked. “How?” “Blood Moon wolves are strongest when bonded,” Marcus explained. “The connection stabilizes their power.” She looked down at her hand still clasped in Aldric’s. The bond pulsed warmly. “So the mate bond…” “…may have awakened your abilities faster,” Marcus finished.

My eyes were no longer gold or sapphire. They were the color of a fresh wound. Pure, liquid crimson. The Debt was paid. But the Empress was just getting started.

- The Crimson Vanguard. I stared at the letter. The paper didn't burst into flames, and my pulse didn't spike. I just felt a deep, profound exhaustion settle into my heavy, iron-laced bones. "Who are the Crimson Vanguard?" I asked quietly. "Remnants," Valerius spat, crossing his arms. "The Emperor's elite guard. The ones who managed to flee the capital before Cord and Torin tore the palace down. They’ve been hiding in the western ash-wastes for fourteen years, scavenging scraps of Starved Iron."

And there, sitting on a throne of liquid gold, was the Emperor of the East. ​He did not look like the man Lin had described. He was young, his features sharp and beautiful, his skin a radiant bronze. But his eyes were not human. They were two perfect spheres of emerald glass, reflecting the entire room in a thousand different facets. ​“You are late, Winifred,” the Emperor said, his voice echoing with the resonance of a thousand bells. ​“Where is the Emperor?” I demanded, stepping in front of Winnie.