Emperor Eye Novels & Stories

His eyes were gray without pupils, but there was something like a galaxy floating inside. "The cry of tens of thousands of warriors is a sign of killing. The Asura World is about to be opened." The Earthly Taoist with gray hair and a childlike face was lost in thought. His eyes were as dark as the abyss, without any light in them. Hearing this, the Human Taoist also opened his eyes. Endless white divine lights burst out from his eyes as if he had seen through the vanity of life. He solemnly said, "The Immortal Emperor Star moves erratically, which is a sign of instability."

I inquired, concern lacing my words. Raising her head to meet my gaze, I noticed her eyes retained their deep red hue—a sure sign that she was far from her usual self. However, there was a shift—an added chilliness that had crept into her eyes, signaling her struggle to maintain control. My question hung in the air, met with her lingering silence. Just as I was about to press for an answer, Kiana's voice cut in, her words carrying a hint of uncertainty: "Is the Empress alright, Emperor?"

The thing held a black box that he held towards Ellis. “Nardoes,” Nin said, flickering her eyes towards Ellis. Nardoes were not part of the Empire because the nation was in a constant state of war. Logan had told her it was part of their nature. She remembered that they had poor eyesight. If one stayed motionless, they could almost disappear in front of these creatures. “Which of you is the Empress?” he asked, his mouth clicking as he spoke. “I am,” Nin pronounced. Ellis turned to her with wide eyes. “Ni—”

You must have shifted t the darkness when you realized that I don’ love you! Suddenly, a strong pressure overwhelmed me… What is this strong mana?! There are only a few people that have such power in this hall… The emperor was glaring at me… With my [Evil Eyes] I could tell that he’s the one that emits that pressure…

Mafia Emperor's wife. I didn't want to endure his wrath. I applied light pink lipstick. Taking one last look at me, I fastened my strides and reached the dining room. He was on his usual seat. Why was he so handsome? I love the two small cuts on his eyebrow. He was looking like some goddess. His eyes were fixed on his laptop and he was typing something on it, maybe checking his mail.

As soon as he finished speaking, the red-eyed jade python flew out and arrived in front of the Emperor in the blink of an eye. The Emperor, who was absorbing other people's power, snorted and said, "Bastard, go back." The fist smashed into the head of the red-eyed jade python. A thunderous sound erupted in the sky. The red-eyed jade python was forced to retreat hundreds of meters. It shook its head, but the second attack followed without hesitation. "Again? Bastard, since you're courting death, don't blame me for being merciless." The Emperor's swollen body was already three meters tall, and he was like a giant. The fist he threw out was accompanied by a strong wind-breaking sound.

Even Rowen stared at her. "What... did you just say?" Kiara leaned back slightly. "Why should I greet someone who has never once acknowledged my greetings?" Her voice remained calm. "If he has no intention of recognizing me..." "...then remaining silent is simply more efficient." The Emperor clenched his fists. He wanted to rebuke her. Yet... The moment their eyes met— His heart skipped. Those eyes... They were exactly like his father's. Cold. Emotionless. Empty. For the first time... The Emperor hesitated.

However, in those golden eyes was unmistakable caution and hope. Lucien was beside him, frantically gesturing. His tail was practically spinning like a propeller. “Say yes! Say yes! Say yes…” The floating comments exploded like a galaxy. [Ah! He proposed! The Dragon Emperor proposed!] [Sending the ring through his little brother is just too emotional. I can't handle this!] [They’re a family now! This is the best ending!] I looked at the two pairs of golden eyes in front of me. One was deep and restrained, while one was bright and earnest, but both watched me with the same seriousness.

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.