Emperor Death Novels & Stories

Very dangerous. "Ok, do you wanna know how I killed Pablo? Even Duante can't kill him mercilessly. I should be the boss. After his death, you're introducing me as their boss and declaring my wedding to her. She'll be mine. I have waited for this very eagerly." A glint of madness shone in his eyes. "I have a meeting. I should go" He felt suffocated in the small room. He turned reaching for the door. He didn't look back and rushed out of the place.

She stared off into the distance before nodding slowly. Valor and Aynyra walked into a room decorated with flowers all around in the room. In the centre was her father lying on a table. He wore the royal uniform for when a royal passes, the arrow removed and the blood cleaned off. His skin was pale, his eyes closed and his chest unmoving. He really was dead, and Rhae killed him.

"Run, Emperor!" exclaimed the commander as he saw the emperor for the last time. Then the ball surrounding the Sun Emperor's army exploded before the Sun Emperor's eyes. BOOMM The ball exploded but did not hurt the sun emperor, who knelt in despair as he watched his entire army be destroyed, not a single one of them remaining after the explosion. The black dragon smiled at the sun emperor, who was now desperate and lifeless. This was what he wanted, and this was what he wanted most as a black dragon who brought despair.

"Mother, does it hurt?" I took the handkerchief and shook my head, smiling at him. "Not at all." The text went quiet for a moment, then jumped again. [The Emperor's health has been poor lately. He keeps dreaming of the deposed crown prince…] [Back then, the crown prince was deposed because when the fifth prince tried to assassinate the Emperor, the crown prince was too forceful in protecting him and crippled the fifth prince. The Emperor condemned him for not caring about his own brother.]

But now it was like she had led a herd of sheep to their slaughter. “Look at what you've done to all these people. Leading them to an untimely demise. What a waste of life.” The emperor chastised her as he forced her to look at the dead bodies sprawled about. “I am done playing games with you. It’s about time you unite with your dead family. Do you want to know how they died?” He queried with a tilted head. “I beheaded them in the square. It was a pathetic sight, and now I am going to snap your neck.”

My right hand twitched, the silver light flaring instinctively beneath my skin. "The Emperor is dead," I stated flatly. "I broke his spine in the throne room fourteen years ago, and Torin scattered his loyalists into the western ash-wastes." "The Emperor is dead," Valerius agreed, holding the letter out to me. "But empires are like rust, Jace. If you don't scrub every last flake away, it slowly eats the iron underneath." I took the envelope. I didn't open it. I could feel the faint, residual kinetic energy on the paper. Someone had carried this a very long way on horseback, completely avoiding the flex-rail train network.

and why was she in bounds like a criminal and what was he doing he needed to help her , he just can't let her die ! "Chelsea Rosalie Kaisen ; I ; The Emperor on account of the various witnesses and proves ; claim you as the culprit for killing the child of the Empress ; Lilian Amelia Kaisen. With Your Criminal record, This Emperor penalizes you with death due dismemberment " he once again heard his cold voice reverberating inside the colosseum . Child ? what child?

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

A chill spread through the assembly. Many of the nobles exchanged nervous glances. Some avoided looking at one another altogether. Nyx watched them quietly, her expression unreadable. “The dead do not lie,” she said softly. No one answered her. High Priestess Selene slowly turned toward Lucien. “Your Majesty, if this continues, the empire will descend into chaos. Every buried secret… every forgotten crime…” “…will return,” Lucien finished. Selene nodded grimly. For centuries, the Night Empire had prided itself on order and stability. Now the dead themselves had become witnesses against the living, and no law or title could silence them.

The once proud Don then sat in the shadows, unshaven, his eyes sunken, looking like a broken man. Someone stumbled in, his voice filled with despair. "Don… our last restaurants and shipping companies… they're gone too. The banks are calling in debts, and our enemies are already waiting outside." Vincent did not move. He looked like a statue. "And… and…" the man's voice shook as if he might break down. "We just received news… Sofia… she had a miscarriage… in the dungeon…" Vincent's eyes finally moved. Empty. No grief, no anger. Just a hollow, lifeless stillness.