Emperor Eye Novels & Stories

Either way, one of them had to be my distant grandmother. Because of her, his blood runs through my veins. But that is the only connection between us. Because outside of that, I find no other resemblance. The first Emperor was a hard man with a hard face framed in deep red hair. His eyes were so red they were almost black like obsidian. And his face was chiseled in angles and opulence.

Although the colors varied, it was still a jeweled eye nonetheless. Furthermore, there were nine of them! And he was the tenth! "This emperor didn't know that Lady Maureen had a brother in my empire." The emperor said amiably. "I don't think that was possible. After all, weren't you treating our little brother like a dog for eighteen years?" The purple jeweled eye woman gently said as she smiled softly at the emperor. Although her appearance and voice were gentle like water, her words contradicted it as they stabbed through the emperor and the crowd who were cheering for the sudden visit of the nine Saint Archmages.

My group and I get ready to fight against the massive yellow drill wisp. Back at Shattered Inkopolis. Emperor was looking over the land that he destroyed, Maeka looked at Emperor, holding Solaris’ necklace. Maeka then sees another inkling revived by Emperor, her name was Black Rose. “Planning to lash out at me after what I have done long ago?” said Emperor with a sigh. Black Rose and Maeka were shocked to hear what Emperor said, Black Rose and Maeka didn’t say a word. “Who’s this inkling?” Black Rose asked Maeka. “Emperor, one of Arnold’s inkling characters he created” said Maeka. “Its Inkcanius Maeka” Emperor interjected.

However, the sudden fall of the old powers in Europe and the rise of Vanguard-Sterling changed the global map of power. A man wearing a golden silk robe embroidered with a black dragon sat at the end of the room. His face was half covered by a porcelain mask, leaving behind a pair of obsidian eyes that were as cold as arctic ice. He is known to the world by the absolute code "Emperor". "Alexander Sterling and the young Vanguard heir have swallowed too many portions," said the Emperor in a flat tone that strangely stirred the tea leaves in the cups of all those present. There was no explosive Alpha aura, but instead an extremely subtle, bone-chilling killing pressure.

His hair caught the light. His eyes were that steel gray she had known, but now they carried a new weight, like a ledger with no end. For half a breath, they looked at each other like two people who had once shared a room. The child stirred and made a small sound—a tiny vowel that could mean anything. Adrian stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. His gaze dropped to the child on Elara’s lap. The air in the room changed. It was the same city air, the same quiet hum, but something in it tightened like a wire.

I looked up. His crimson eyes were on her. Directly this time — not peripheral, not the passing survey of the corridor inspection. Looking at me with the full weight of the Emperor's attention, which was the kind of attention that could silence a room of generals, that could make grown men of military rank speak carefully and choose words like they were choosing weapons. I held his gaze.

Not only that, but he also chose to ignore Cher's fear and grievances, all in favor of Sylvia giving birth to the next heir of the Lambert family. The dejected-looking Marcus returned to the car, not daring to meet my eyes at all. I just smiled before saying, "Are you sure you want to continue to struggle? You should know very well that you can never win against your mother…" Marcus responded by slamming a fist onto the steering wheel. Then, he turned around to look at me ferociously, as though he was a beast trying to free himself from the chains binding him down. "I'll take you overseas! I still have assets under my name! I'll be able to cure your cancer, honey! Just trust me!"

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”

He needed to keep everyone here and deal with this fake emperor as well. As he mulled over his options, Joel noticed the fake emperor blink his eyes. He immediately seized the opportunity. "The emperor blinked! He's being coerced—seize them!" Instantly, those who heard Joel's words unleashed their power and advanced toward Chase and his group, leaving the fake emperor bewildered. For heaven's sake, he had not even blinked intentionally; it was just dry eyes from old age. "Stop! Everyone stop! I really didn't blink just now!" the fake emperor urgently tried to quell the brewing conflict.

A massive, three-eyed figure glared menacingly at Emperor Zi while saying something that enraged him. This massive, three-eyed figure resembled the Blood God, but its power was weaker than the Blood God’s. That was why, when Miss Lan sensed the aura of the three-eyed figure, she was so repulsed that she slashed at the man with her sword.