Emperor Eye Novels & Stories

, Fleki whispers, “No, I can hear her heart beating.” Rubbing my eyes as they opened, briefly blinded by the late afternoon sun beaming through the forest canopy above where I lay. I squinted, and when my eyes finally focussed, I realised a pair of eyes glistening with gold, and long black lashes that curled upwards, so intensity that made me gasp, were staring right back at me. “Please don't hurt me “. Frantically I started searching the ground for something to protect myself with. Then, realising my search was futile, I abruptly sat up, trying to muster as much dignity as I could.

"And no more princess. If less you accept, this princess is a badass and crazy and will kill every person you care for and love." "Consider me staying in line, princess." His words are quiet as I keep the point of the blade pressed firmly against his neck. My eyes on it, watching the tiny drop of blood run down his neck, my eyes slowly looking across her body as my breathing hitches. He is wild, and smells it as well. "Like what your eyes are eating princess?" His voice a growl.

War Emperor nodded and said, “So, Transcendentals have always been a minority in this world, but you know what, Tyr? The world may be changing again.” As he spoke, War Emperor turned his head around subconsciously and looked at Helsby Mountain Range, which was not that far away. The direction he was staring at was the direction of the Devil’s Eye. “Tyr, do you have any idea why the ancient martial arts world of the Celestial Empire is capable of forming a world of its own, and that the world is strong enough to match the entire Second World?”

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

That figure seemed somehow familiar. "Dorian?" I blurted out without thinking. "Seraphina." Dorian did not seem surprised to see me. Perhaps he had already known that the Emperor and the Empress would be there that day. He was only a year older than Nathaniel, but his face was weathered beyond his years, making it impossible to tell his actual age. He had also become even thinner, with sunken cheeks and protruding eyes, wearing thin clothing in the cold winter. When he walked, his legs moved slowly, as if he had some difficulty.

I wondered why she was upset, unless the man I just eyed was her. the Emperor Kaliel Fascar. I just eyed the emperor Kaliel, the cold Emperor. my death would be faster than it could be . how stupid could I be ? . I was eye undressing the Emperor of wolves , staring at him deeply. I wanted to cry. I quickly looked down until a voice said “ look up. ” he spoke, to me and my god I wanted him to speak again. kaliel's pov:

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

I’m in Cillian Veyne’s body, lean, chiseled, cock annoyingly sensitive as always, dressed in a silver-embroidered black suit that screams scholarly power. My harem flanks me: Ardyn, regal in gold, emerald eyes scanning the crowd; Kaelen, stormy gaze softened but obsessive, hand brushing mine. Zane, silver hair tied back, rogue smirk sharp as he eyes the exits. My fangirl heart’s losing it. The emperor and empress in the flesh! Emperor Valtor, broad-shouldered with a gray-streaked beard, exudes authority, his crown glinting as he toasts our victory.