Emperor Eye Novels & Stories

“I’ve only read that the location of the Flerin is just past this room … but—“ A laughing voice suddenly echoed around the huge, quiet room. “You ought to know why there’s no such information about the Flerin?” All their heads turned to the left archway where the voice came from. Raeherys’ eyes widened, seeing an old man with a golden crown on his head—the Emperor. His throat and chest tightened up, making it harder for him to breathe. “I burned them all, chronicler.” They watched as the Emperor climbed into his seat. Raeherys and Aravyr transformed their arms and claws to prepare for any sudden attacks. The rest of the dragons did the same.

And who knew if the killing had ended? “Is it those eyes of yours?” Razer asked as he stared into those globes that shone brightly within the Supreme’s eye sockets. What Razer was making reference to were the True Eyes. It was because of these eyes that saw through everything that Mane was able to not only see, but peer into the secrets of Razer’s origins. It wasn’t enough that Mane was a Scholar King. Even Scholar Empresses and Emperors would fail to see through someone’s life with just a glance. If Scholars were so omniscient, there wouldn’t be any Great Mysteries left to solve. So clearly, Mane’s eerie perceptiveness came from his eyes.

asked the King. For at least an hour and a half, I would say, my mother and my grandparents walked through the life of the Empire without going into too much detail at times: laws, the Empresses, education, the economy, even the conflict between Goston and Youmor. In the meantime, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and on the way back, a voice called out to me. As I turned around, I came face to face with five girls. The first had dark brown hair, beautiful blue-grey eyes and was a little shorter than me. The second one had stunning green eyes, perfect skin and black hair, making her look like a porcelain doll. The third, seemed to be the oldest of the group. She had very short dark brown

He watched Mithraos and he was sure Eloy could feel his hardness on his ass cheeks right then. Eloy couldn't believe this was happening. The emperor was pleasuring him, his mouth wrapped around Eloy's manhood, the tongue working to make him feel pleasure. He wondered if his emperors felt this good when he took them into his mouth. He could feel Adharva's hardness pressing against him. Mithraos caught Adharva's eyes and he wished he could decipher what was in those eyes at that moment. It sent a shiver down him and from Eloy's expression, he was completely aware of the heat the other emperor was emitting.

Under his gaze, I felt the tips of my ears warm. No one had warned me that he was not only powerful, but also impossibly handsome. Vincent's expression darkened instantly. He wanted to question it, to stop it. However, the moment his eyes met Matteo's icy gaze, every word got stuck in his throat. He recognized this man. Matteo De Luca. The one who could decide the fate of entire families with a single sentence at council meetings. Not someone he could afford to offend. The spotlight landed perfectly on us, making us the center of attention.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Very interesting. I walked a little closer beside him, studying his expression shamelessly. “Magnus noticed, didn’t he?” Silence. Then, “Yes.” Simple. Cold. Reluctant. But honest. I let out a quiet laugh before I could stop myself. The terrifying Tyrant Emperor, feared across kingdoms, apparently unable to pretend interest in women long enough to satisfy royal expectations. That was deeply entertaining. “You’re enjoying this too much,” Ragnar muttered. “A little.” “You should stop.” “I won’t.”

Culture, education and arts are their forte. “Come forward, my children.” The Emperor turns his bright golden eyes to us This close, he looks more intimating than he did before. But just as that fact becomes clearer, so does the fact that he must be ill. His skin is dull and sunken, and his fingers shake just slightly. I saw firsthand what happens when a Lycan loses their soulmate. The Empress passed away more than twenty years ago. And the Emperor is still alive and in his right mind. He must have formidable mental strength. If for nothing else, he has my respect for that.

said the voice of the door to the angry Long Chen. "You should understand your place!" Long Chen shouted angrily and unleashed his power. Long Chen's eyes suddenly changed color, the left one black and the right one gold, and both eyes seemed to be looking at the door in the sky. The door of death and life suddenly felt a cold aura enveloping it. Soon, he could only see Long Chen's eyes, which looked like a huge dragon, a huge dragon that could devour him whenever it wanted. Because the pressure was directed at the door in the sky, the Dragon Emperor couldn't know what the door in the sky was seeing, so he didn't wait and took the body of the devil princess, who suddenly opened her eyes in a