Emperor Crimson Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I know, right? Even if this buffoon is a delinquent, he doesn't have any tattoos." "I heard princesses should be trapped in towers." Crimson commented. "Well, you look more like the wicked mother that trapped the princess there." "Please don't ruin the peaceful atmosphere here." I stopped them from fighting again as I sighed. It was annoying, but I'm glad to see that Crimson was back to his normal self. More importantly, here's another person that suddenly gained colors. I really don't get why they're the specific people that have colors. There should be a reason why it's them, but I just don't understand what it could be. I have no idea what their common denominator is.

Since Xu Zhengming that time already graduated from the imperial academy as a junior scholar and left the imperial palace, he just spent his free time becoming a better emperor. And so, he studied and did some research about the previous generation of the dynasty. And there, he learned many things. He learned about the controversial connection that the Xue clan has with the royal family... including this particular weapon: the Crimson Javelin. The emperor continues, "It's forged using blood and a massive amount of spiritual energy. You left the Union Hall earlier because you have some matters to deal with, right? I assume you are talking about that."

The other one who has his hair in a mullet style, his bangs covering some parts of his forehead and it reaches his thick brown brows. "Good, send more. I want it to be a massacre." His voice could give anyone a chill. By the way he speaks, it could give anyone the fear they never had. By the his eyes looked too dark and wicked, shows how his soul bring sold to anger and his insanity. Revealing the devil inside. The persistence to destroy the family who messed with him, the people that he doesn't like and the people who disobeys him. ■■■ "Duke Hermes? No, I found no Duke Hermes. But! There's this known philanthropist here in Queensland, his name is Alexis Peterson, he kind of connects with th

the old Eunuch proudly announced as he gestured to the rows of women standing in the grand hall. “Before that, I have a very important announcement to make. The woman who manages to become pregnant with the Crown Prince’s child will be immediately promoted to the Empress of the Flame Dragon Empire along with the Crown Prince ascension to the throne as the new Emperor. As per the traditions and customs of our Empire, the Crown Prince is only able to become the Emperor once his woman is pregnant with an heir to secure the royal bloodline. I sincerely hope that the future Empress of this Empire is one of you lovely ladies standing in this hall,” the Emperor announced in an authoritative booming

⸻ The image darkened. The Crimson One stepped away from his brothers. ⸻ Toward a glowing object hidden beneath the earth. ⸻ A crystal. ⸻ Dark red. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Wrong. ⸻ The moment he touched it— Everything changed. ⸻ The vision exploded. ⸻ Darkness spread across the world. ⸻ Cities burned. ⸻ Wars erupted. ⸻ Entire kingdoms fell. ⸻ The Crimson One watched it all with fascination.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

Her chin was tucked, her shoulders were slumping in her perfect porcelain disguise, but through the dark curls of her hair, her eyes met his—wide, awake, and burning with a terrifying, shared brilliance. The empire was bleeding, the vanguard was turning on itself, and the Ghost was finally holding the knife.

Or had something else, something I couldn’t understand, made her run from the life I had offered her? A new fear, sharp and sudden, began to twist inside me. The thought of her being hurt, of her being lost to me before this joining could even start, sparked a strong, protective anger. She was meant to be my Empress, my symbol of hope. If she was in danger, if someone dared to touch her, they would answer to me. They would face the full fury of an Emperor who had just taken his throne back and would not stand for losing the one who had saved him.

“King Dante to give up the entire continent, and Queen Maya to be passed on to the Emperor as a slave, or the Iron Fleet would reduce the capital city to cinders.” The Crimson Court was already exiled, yet no sooner had the true war for world authority eased its anchor at our shores...