Emperor Invincible Novels & Stories

These two words were enough to analyze this person's character. "Impudent. How dare you, an Immortal Master, be so insolent to me? I'm Invincible Immortal Emperor. No Face has nothing to do with me. Don't even think about smearing my reputation." No Face roared, and his eyes were full of killing intent. Chu Xun was in the Immortals and fought against three Immortal Emperors alone. He knew better than anyone how powerful the Immortals were. He thought Chu Xun was doomed.

I blinked my eyes hard, trying to see any resemblance between the Emperor and Dante. Dante looked like he was personally sculpted by the god of beauty, but his father seemed to have been trolled by the same god. The Emperor's nose was fat, round, and reddish; his salty grey beard was longer than my hair. A sparkling gold crown with a huge ruby in the centre adorned his mass of dry grey hair. Next, I studied his clothes. He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots.

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

(If he's the only one then that will be trouble. However, the man answered; "I know that. But even with that, it's impossible! The oceans are in the hands of Emperors! There's no way you could have survived I would rather believe that you came from Quezon City on foot!" The man was enraged by another reason making Mike scratch his head. Mike tried to read what the man is saying but can't comprehend a single thing. The man finally showed one of his emotions, but unfortunately its anger. Anger about something as Mike is the one getting hit from his wrath.

“Don’t call me that.” It was a threat that sent shivers on Amir’s spine. He might be young but his presence was as overwhelming as the head of the clan and the commander of the midnight serpents. His cold voice and icy glare would be enough to make average people tremble in fear. He could feel his authority by just standing there, even without saying a word. There was no doubt that the young man in front of him was Arkin Dio Amiel Josiah von Clandestine— the one and only crown prince of the empire.

A few moments after the Chiefs entered, his father's arrival was announced by the royal herald. "His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of the continent, Emperor Vulcan of the Estor tribe is coming in now! Please stand to greet and honor him!" The Herald declared, stamping his heavy staff on the hardwood floor. The emperor entered the chambers looking as regal and tall as ever despite being well into his fifties. He sat down at the head of the table and nodded his head; a signal that meant he had accepted their greeting and they could all sit down. Before the emperor could speak, Daegal immediately got a word in. "Chief Davit, what is the situation of the riots in Alsayf? Are they getting better

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

It was cold and calculating. And then he moved. He was a blur, faster than any man should, or could be. One moment, he stood several paces away and the next, his hand was wrapped around Cade's throat. He lifted his bulky form from the ground as though he weighed nothing. Cade gasped as he struggled for breath. The herb he clutched tightly slipped from his fingers and tumbled to the ground as he grasped onto the emperor's fingers. “You forget who I am,” the emperor growled, eyes glowing with dark shadows. “I am the great emperor of the seven kingdoms who united them with my sweat and blood. I am the sovereign ruler and now I have moved beyond the realm of mere mortals. I am the ultimate one.”

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

The man wore a coat that did not belong to the road. It hung on him like a uniform. Rain made the asphalt shine. The van’s engine ticked. Sophia’s hands were white on the seat. The child slept under a thin blanket, small and warm, fingers curled around a loose string. Elara watched the man the way you watch a storm move in. He had a face like paper—no softness, no mistakes. Up close, his eyes were too steady. He did not show a badge at first. He just said, “Elara Vale.”