Emperor Eye Novels & Stories

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

She had matters to tend to and a lot to navigate. Meanwhile, that was a loaded question for the Emperor for too many reasons to count, and he was not ready to share much. But he knew of her need to find out the truth. So, Emperor Demarion Dracul's mesmerizing green eyes regarded Aakifahlynn, sussing this version out. "The Emperor's Palace." The Emperor spoke as his eyes bore into her, awaiting her response...

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

The Flaming Phoenix let out fierce cries and charged straight at the Blood Emperor. The Blood Emperor snorted. The roar of the sea of blood rolled up monstrous waves of blood and swept toward the Flaming Phoenix. The Flaming Phoenix charged straight into the sea of blood. With an explosion, purple flames spread across the sea of blood. A roiling bloody fog rose like a cloud with the shape of mushrooms. The Blood Emperor snorted angrily. Huge waves rose from the sea of blood and extinguished the spreading purple flames. The Blood Emperor raised his eyes. To be exact, he raised two bloody holes. His so-called eyes were also covered with wriggling blood and looked very disgusting. He looked at

A soaring sword light split into three like three green peaks and slashed at the giant claws with dragon roars! The claw was cut and fell to the ground! The emperor in the sky shouted angrily, “Damn you! I’m going to kill you!” After that, the huge red eyeball wanted to break through that crack and was desperately trying to squeeze in! The eyeball was bloodshot, and the black pupil rolled around like a wild beast! A huge head covered with the power of chaotic energy was about to poke through the crack! Suddenly, another figure appeared! The aura of an emperor rippled!

A while later he mustered some courage and opened his eyes, what he saw in front of him, almost took his life from the shock. He saw The Elmahnean Princess Filuna, was standing at the door, her Azure-Grey mixture eyes turned blood red-colored, those two eyes were looking so blood-lusting that anyone would shudder from fear, silvery-white colored hair was floating in the mid-air, two milky white cheeks of her became red from anger, a few minutes ago when she woke up, she found herself naked, so she made a white dress out of pure magic. With her terrifying blood-lusting look, magical dress, and stunning beauty, she looked like a goddess of death. Seeing this look of her, a weak-hearted person

This also showed that the Cruel Emperor’s body was as tough as steel itself. Although the Cruel Emperor had been struck with great force - and certainly being smashed into steel wasn’t helpful at all - his eyes were still clear. As a man who had fought for many years he knew the importance of keeping your mind clear and your eyes glued to your opponents always. That was right up there with ‘don’t you dare lose’. So, the Cruel Emperor kept his eyes on his opponent. Even when his mind shook and his brain begged him for relief, he did not close those eyes. His eyelids did not even twitch. And it was because he kept true to the instincts he had developed over the years that he was able to see it

it wasn't gold just like earlier but it was turned to brownish. The Emperor look at her, "Because of?" Zelia's eyebrow was still wrinkled, she's sure that she wasn't imagining the color of His Majesty' eyes and her eyes weren't playing with her. To make sure, she grabbed the hand of the Emperor making the Emperor losses her balance and ended up crushing to Zelia's neck. The Emperor's face was on Zelia's neck, inhaling the sweet flower fragrance of her scent. The Emperor immediately move his face away from Zelia's face and he look at Zelia's expression who still have the same expression earlier—a calm expression like she's saying she doesn't mind at what happened.

He looked like a dark god, cut from pale marble and left to breathe. The Vampire Emperor wore a tailored suit in charcoal and crimson. His hair was raven-black, his eyes, not that bright feral ruby my soldiers had, but a deep abyssal maroon. He didn’t sneer or play at being cruel. He didn’t need to. He just radiated an ancient, suffocating calm, way more terrifying than the Prince’s loud explosive temper. He didn’t have to shout over the wind. He spoke straight into my mind. You wield the fire of the earth, little Luna, the Emperor’s voice pressed in, cold and smooth as polished glass. But fire cannot burn a vacuum. If your ghost-ships touch my blood-barrier, your entire armada will be atomi