Novel & Cerita Emperor I Am The Black Wizards

I stared at it as I opened the text. ' We're on our way.' Tann. ' I've decided to kill him today more mercilessly and brutally that he would haven't imagined. ' I stood up and buttoned my coat, " Let's go. " I said, without glancing back. If I would set a swimming pool with ravenous crocodiles and ask my men to jump in it. They'd do it without questioning me. No one could judge the Mafia Emperor. Reaching the garage, I unlocked my black Mercedes. I climbed in it and turned the key. I sped up at my destination to end the dark story that he started the same day one year ago.

"You killed the gods of the sky, but you forgot about the ones in the dirt. The void doesn't just take. It gives." Silas pointed a finger toward the Great Hall. "Kill the Empress," Silas commanded. "Leave the King for me." The army of shadows lunged. Victor let out a roar that shook the very foundations of the mountain, his white fur bristling as the first wave of dark-infused wolves hit the Blackwood line. The war wasn't over. It had just changed colors.

The Necromancer was anxious to learn how Dominic had done it. The other four men at the table were dressed in black, hooded robes. Their faces were expressionless, though a close examination of one would have revealed a trace of sadness and loss in his features. These four were novitiates—the chosen disciples of each of the black waziri, who had imparted their magic into the novitiates the same way Dominic had with Leesa. Mastering the black arts was not easy—despite having been at it for several decades, the men were only part way through their training. Still, they were very dangerous wizards and not to be trifled with.

"I presume you know the consequences of practicing black magic, Lady Empusa?' Nonchalantly, she stared daggers at each one of the others sitting at the table waiting for her reply. 'there's no black or white magic, Your highness' she replied curtly. With a perturbed voice, Lucian asked yet another question slightly raising his voice at her. "Do you or do you not know that by practicing black magic you are deliberately exposing our realm to its ruins? All eyes were on her, and she could feel her body burn from the fire of their glare. Empusa shifted uneasily in her seat. "I know, but there are just baseless tales and shouldn't be taken seriously, I'm a black witch and a black witch should pra

Would he really destroy past him? A thunderous beat echoed across the marble as the Heavenly Emperor rose to his feet. The whispers ceased and the hall instantly fell back into suffocating silence. “What madness possessed the three of you,” the Heavenly Emperor said, voice deep and curt. “to consort with demons?” The chamber fell deathly still. The Emperor’s cold gaze swept over the kneeling god and two witches. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?” Eron scuffled forward, chains dragging along the polished marble. He lifted his head just enough to meet that searing gaze. “Your Majesty, “I can explain—”

“It is still manageable, if that is all. However, do you know what is the scariest thing about him?” “What is it?” asked Green Dragon. War Emperor pointed to the chessboard with a smile. Green Dragon lowered his head, only to feel the blood in his body freezing. Out of a sudden, the black chess pieces were rearranged to display a word. “Madness!” Green Dragon looked at War Emperor in disbelief. “The most unpredictable among the Four Emperors, what has Mad King got to do with Tyr Summers?”

Illarion suggested and immediately turned his back to a child who passed in front of them. Adults would be fascinated, if not intimidated, by Illarion Black's aura. Then in a child, the figure of the Black Emperor is very… terrible. "Hey…," Illarion greeted a group of children, and five of the six children wailed. The rest peed on the spot. “Hah… that's why I hate kids, so much,” Illarion complained as he brushed his jet-black hair. "You really don't intend to pass on your power, do you?" Hera quipped with her hands on her hips. "Don't you want to open a contest to find the empress?"

Cornelius said. “What? Why?” I said, turning my head his way. “Because Amilia cast a spell on it, a black spell,” Cornelius said, frowning, “Not even Octavius can open it.” A dark spell? Did Amilia know how to use black magic? “Black spell? Amilia knows dark magic?” I asked, surprised. “Vladimir… look, if you truly want to know Amilia who she is or what, there’s one thing you will have to do… to know her….” Cornelius said, sounding mysterious.

“Why am I not able to use life forces…” Then as the shock and desperate struggle registered on the wizard's faces, Laylin raised her wrist and twisted the bones of the dark wizards in odd angles making them fall mid-stride with horror-inducing screams. ‘CRACK! CRACK! CRAAACK!’ ‘ARGH! AHH! AHH!’ The Princess’s eyes fell on the renowned Black General who was stunned and she scowled. “Finish them off.” “Huh?” Ivan who was still baffled in disbelief, blinked under her displeased gaze, “Oh…Yes! Soldiers, get rid of these pests!”

I hissed in the end. 'Please, let this not be some rebirth shit explanation! I am done with those on novels!' "I am Menes, Emperor of Eckhathnaten, or you can call it in its modern term, Egypt," he started, throwing me an arrogant grin. "With the help of my priest's black magic, I lived through time. I cheated death. I exist to ensure the war—the war I created between the dragons and werewolves—would never end." "And what is my role in all of this? I am just a human!"