Emperor Eye Novels & Stories

Not the river. A different body of water. Still. Reflective. “You don’t visit the old skyline anymore,” Pierce said. “I don’t need to,” I replied. “Why?” “Because it’s inside me now.” He nodded. Understanding without explanation. Back home, I opened a new notebook. Blank pages. Not for memoir. Not for legacy documentation. For reflection. I wrote one sentence at the top: An empire is not what you build around you. It’s what you refuse to let collapse within you.

PRINCESS EMERIEL “I see nothing wrong with your eyes, Princess.” Emeriel stared at the eye healer, shaking her head slowly. “No, you don’t understand. I see colors. And they’re even more vivid now. Eyes in proper condition shouldn’t see colors, Healer.” The Urekai woman paused packing her materials. She turned to face Emeriel fully, expression unreadable. “Tell me more about these colors you see.”

“I believe you have something that you wish to give me?” Aki shyly lifted her eyelashes and handed the Egg to the Emperor, who in turn passed it to Mr. Rokkaku. The great warrior took the Egg with both hands and a bowed head. “Ah, all is right in the world again,” the Emperor said. “I am pleased.” When Aki briefly caught the Emperor’s eye, she thought he secretly winked at her. He turned back to the sea of guards, which was once again whole and facing forward.

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...

The Emperor was jostled in the fervor of the crowd, receiving more than a few bruises and possibly a cracked rib as he tried to exit. In his enthusiasm to leave the crowd, Devrim got off course from his exit. As he searched to get his bearings, the Emperor spotted something that made his heart stop. A little way off in the back of the crowd, a human boy stood watching with his arms crossed. By his sour expression, the boy was very displeased.

"The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood." Upon hearing the information about the Emperor, Finesia wasn't able to think straight. There's no way that the Leonardo she met is the Emperor himself, it's impossible. "Is there any other information about him? Like his eyes... yes, his eyes! What's the color of it?" Finesia asked remembering the sparkling color of azure eyes of the man she met. "It's like a color of an ocean-" Jeneva wasn't able to finished her words when Finesia slammed the table, she looks exhilarated as she grabbed Jeneva's hands while her eyes were sparkling.

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

​The voice did not use words, but the meaning crashed against my consciousness with the force of a tidal wave. The water around me boiled instantly, turning from freezing cold to scorching heat. A pair of colossal, glowing amber eyes opened in the abyssal dark above the basin, each eye larger than a carriage, burning with an unquenchable fire that illuminated towering scales of obsidian and gold. ​It was Ignis, the Dragon Emperor, sealed away in the darkest prison of the world for epochs. ​Instantly, the ancient beast released a fraction of its true aura, projecting a crushing wave of spiritual pressure designed to grind any intruder's mind into nothingness.