Emperor Eye Novels & Stories

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.

What happened was bound to happen, and they could only move towards the future while finding a way to reunite with their child. The Emperor Dragon had four legs, a long body, and a head with antlers like a deer. The golden color of the emperor dragon's body made it look majestic to those who saw it. However, Long Chen felt the opposite; he felt nothing about the emperor dragon's form because what he imagined was more than what other people imagined about a golden dragon. "Now you will all die! Fire breath!" The dragon emperor breathed fire from his mouth, aiming at the group of ancestors and the group of illusion queens. It was clear that the dragon emperor wanted to destroy those who wanted

Eliza smiles at her, “Hazel, wonderful to see you. I need to check in with the second.” She grins and her teeth are all pointed, and her purple lips peel backwards creepily. Her nose was small, pointy and upturned, and her eyes that looked almost too large for her head, are iridescent compound eyes that bulge out of her skull with no eyelids. Her long whiplike tongue flashes out and licks them clean. Ash does his best not to flinch as she seems to be staring at him.

Dread shimmered in my big eyes as I woke up with a jerk. I gasped when I saw him sitting on the single couch like a king. Our gaze locked. My eyes blinked as they needed to shut. My gaze traveled down. His sleeves were methodically folded up to his elbows, showing off his forearms, tanned and strong arms. I felt at his mercy. I drifted my gaze around. He didn't speak a word or walked over to me. I wasn't certain about his memory store.

But after only a few seconds, he blinked again and his eyes returned to being grey. I gulped. Not only did his eye color change within those few seconds but I was more than sure that I also sensed a dominating atmosphere around him. And if I remember it correctly, it was of the same dominating feeling that Arsen had. Was there a possibility that this man, who was too human, was actually an immortal fox as well… and an alpha at that? But… but if that was the case, how did he conceal his presence? “I already answered your question so it is about time you answer mine,” he stated.

“She was important to me once. But that is a memory long past.’ And just like that, I understood. I realized, with sickening clarity, that this man—the emperor of the Battlerce Empire, the one who stood before me with all his cold indifference—was my father. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. “So, we had a child,” he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. “You look like her, but your eyes—your eyes are definitely mine. Only the Battlerce bloodline has aquamarine eyes.” His gaze intensified, sharp as a blade. “Tell me, where is she now?”

The emperor's energy-gazing technique was created by the Ancestoras of Delhi and could spy on other people's energy. After just one glance, Sherman was shocked. Severin's body was emitting countless principles of law. His whole body was filled with immortal light, his luck was like a dragon, and his fate was indescribably precious. This was hard to come by. He definitely had the talent to become an immortal.

From that day, whoever was born with crimson red eyes was considered the royal bloodline of the Bliaviroth empire. ' Sigh! The cruellest truth is the crimson eyes hold the power of manipulation. They can suppress the low ranking werewolves and rule over them easily...' I sighed in relief because it was something which helped me in becoming the emperor. The civilians accepted me as their new emperor very easily without any hesitation. " We have cleaned the blood soaked sheets, your majesty. You can now rest," the nurses informed and walked out of the bedroom. The fishy smell of blood was invading my nose. I looked at Aly and said," I can't tolerate the smell. Can you spray some perfume oils n

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”