Emperor Death Novels & Stories

"Something that you entering 1025 would've changed. But you-" "What?" He exclaimed, his tone clearly surprised and disbelieving. "You're in a stage between death and afterlife," the voice replied, curtly, her words prompting his heart to sink even more, his senses numb. "To put it simply, your soul is temporarily confined." "I-I'm dead?" he exclaimed in a gruff voice. "Well! In 2025, yes, " she replied, her tone calm but stern. "In 1025, no." "1025," he drew his brows together, puzzled as to what had happened.

The Emperor look at her coldly, "You dare to speak like this to the Emperor, it should be great if I'll beheaded you mercilessly." Zelia chuckled and went to his side and bow to him to show her nape, " Kill me already, Emperor. I told you I'm not afraid of death, I even want to volunteer to kill myself in front of you."She said and raise her head to see the Emperor's expression while the people who was watching them gasped in disbelief. "You want me to kill you?"Emperor said. She smiled sweetly, "On second thought, if you want to kill me, just say it to me and I'll kill myself directly. Of course, only you can say that to me since from now own I'll be your servant."

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage. "What escaped? How did she escape? And why did she do that? I thought she wanted to die so she committed suicide and broke my list! Now she merged with the others? Humans are so demented! " In her anger the whole room really shook as if things will not last long from the very strong presence of the Death Compiler.

While I was transporting the sculpture away, I felt extremely agitated looking at the snapped finger. Before receiving the DNA analysis report, I still had hopes that this person might not be Hazel. Even animals would not harm their young. No matter how cruel the Larsons could be, they would not possibly do such a thing. Yet, I had underestimated a person's greed. When Layla's mother took out the suicide note in the police station, I was close to crumbling and falling apart at that point. I knew what I was looking at was forged, and I knew that Hazel had died in their hands. Yet, there was nothing I could do.

She wasn't kidding. "What are you talking about? As a step?" I even felt the hunger was gone. I hadn't had that much interaction with Max... well, almost no interaction with him but he didn't deserve to die so young and with so much ahead of him. My hands shook a little and I felt panic take over me. Death. I hated that word. "It was this morning. They found him in his room, Nish, he had a bullet in his head." She sobs a little.

But there’s no way in hell I’m leaving now. “Weighing in at 213 pounds, he’s 6’2 of a solid wall you don’t wanna fucking hit. He’s the very male your mama warned you about and all the scary shit that goes bump in the night, let’s hear it for the … MOTHER FUCKING REEEEEEEEVE of the Flying Death!!! Punch Dennnnnissooooooon,” the emcee shouts, as the crowd erupts again. Suddenly there’s a massive surge and everyone moves forward, as if they’re all trying to get a piece of him. Get close to him.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

“I am deeply wounded.” “No, you’re not.” “Emotionally.” “No.” “Perhaps a little.” Ragnar didn’t even bother responding. Lyrielle looked between us with obvious confusion. It was probably strange watching the emperor of an empire argue with someone who was supposed to be a powerless Omega. To be fair, it was strange for me too. A few months ago I had been a king. Then I had died. Then I had woken up in the body of an Omega prince who had been sold to an emperor.

His head lay limp in the fake princess's lap. Cafer hid his delight behind a mask of sympathy. "The Emperor died valiantly, and we will make sure the world knows it, Your Highness." Inwardly he added, 'Yes, we will proclaim his death from the rooftops. Alaron will be their only hope.'