Emperor Eye Novels & Stories

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.

Balang said slowly. "Emperor Balang, another human has appeared in our world! This is what he looks like," Tiger King said before he showed the Monster Emperor Balang the image of Tsashi. Monster Emperor Balang's eyes couldn't help but widen at this news. He looked at the image for a second before returning to normal before anyone could see.

"The Eye of Malakor is gone, Your Grace. Someone bypassed nine layers of royal blood-locks and walked out with the realm's most dangerous dark artifact." Valerius stared at the empty pedestal, his jaw clenching so hard his teeth ached. The Eye was a relic capable of corrupting entire magical cores and summoning ancient, forgotten shadow beasts. Lucien had not broken into the capital just to spy or cause panic. He had come for a weapon capable of tearing the kingdom apart from the inside out.

She is not alone. She turns around and finds the Emperor sitting on a chair, he is still in his gold armour but Kiara notices that this one is different, shinier. Up close she can see his features, they are strong, yet somehow delicate at the same time. High cheek bones and a strong jawline, yet he has thin brows that are barely there, a long straight nose and lips that are the shape of bows. Kiara makes the mistake of meeting his gaze, his eyes are hard and cold, there is not a flicker of emotion within them.

She turned her head slowly to look at the God-Shell. "Traitor," she glitched. "Protocol... Protect... Daughter." The Emperor, standing safely behind the God-Shell on a raised platform, slammed his scepter down. "Glitch!" the Emperor screamed, his face twisting with rage. "You are a tool! A weapon! You do not have a daughter!" "I..." The Queen’s head twitched. Her human eye—the one not replaced by sensors—widened. She looked at Saoirse. For a moment, the battlefield vanished.

A beautiful breed, with a friendly disposition and expressive eyes. I know that’s the breed I should be looking at, but this poor dog has been horribly neglected. It looks up at me with pleading eyes, stretching out to the end of its line to tap my leg with its nose. “Marcus,” I whisper, causing him to turn around and peer into the eyes of the broken golden. “What the hell is this guy's problem?” Marcus snaps angrily.

“For the first time in a long time…” She smiled. “…I’m not planning ten steps ahead.” “That’s new.” “Yes.” She took his hand again. “But I do know one thing.” “What’s that?” Adriana looked into his eyes. “I don’t want to face the future without you.” Luca’s smile widened. “Good.” “Why?” “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Outside, the lights of Manhattan shimmered beneath the night sky. The war was over. Victor Hale’s empire had fallen.

"Is it easy for me to tell what he thinks," "You read emotions?" Jimmy widened his eyes. "How do you do it? Can you read mine now?" Nylian laughed. "It is not like this." he shook his head. "No, I cannot read yours." "Then, how do you read his?" "Because of his eyes." "His eyes…" Jimmy mumbled. "I knew his change of colours meant something." "The king is an Emius, his eyes can shift into different colours in a short time and each colour represents an emotion. Not many can read them easily without learning."