Emperor Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

Marco decided after a moment's thought and nodded. Shortly thereafter, Marco, along with his wife Roxanne and a dozen warrior emperors, set off for Littleton. In less than thirty minutes, Marco and his entourage were flying in the skies above the Carneys' villa. As he gazed at the villa below, Marco had a cold smile as he called out, "Show yourself, Deacon!" Marco displayed scant regard for the Carneys. Being a level eight warrior emperor, he possessed the strength to single-handedly erase the Carneys' existence from Littleton. Furthermore, he had brought along the entire cohort of his family's formidable warriors for that visit.

He looked like a dark god, cut from pale marble and left to breathe. The Vampire Emperor wore a tailored suit in charcoal and crimson. His hair was raven-black, his eyes, not that bright feral ruby my soldiers had, but a deep abyssal maroon. He didn’t sneer or play at being cruel. He didn’t need to. He just radiated an ancient, suffocating calm, way more terrifying than the Prince’s loud explosive temper. He didn’t have to shout over the wind. He spoke straight into my mind. You wield the fire of the earth, little Luna, the Emperor’s voice pressed in, cold and smooth as polished glass. But fire cannot burn a vacuum. If your ghost-ships touch my blood-barrier, your entire armada will be atomi

I wasn’t sure if it was anger, dread, or something far more dangerous. The carriages came to a halt, and from the leading one, soldiers in gleaming armor disembarked, forming a line along the driveway. The first soldier stepped forward, holding a long scroll. His voice rang loud and clear. “Announcing His Imperial Majesty, Marcus Zenox, Emperor of the Zenox Empire!” At his words, my family sank to their knees in unison, their heads bowed low. I followed, even though my body felt stiff. The carriage door opened, and there he was.

Rector sighed, walking toward the door, it opening as he approached. As they all entered the room, there was already a handful of older men present in the room who were pointing to places on a table that was in the center of the room, it showed the walls of the city and the fields beyond, many black figures stood in the southern fields showing the invading troops and their positioning, the old men were all yelling at each other for what plan they thought would be best, Marcia, Ley, and Markus were all at one end, Marcia was scowling at the men yelling, Ley was smiling and Markus looked distracted, as he looked up, he announced loudly, “Emperor! How was the welcome you gave?”

“Haha! Blithe King! It sure is hard to see you. I was stopped right at the entrance!” A burst of laughter resounded. Seeing the visitor, the Blithe King’s expression darkened again. The uninvited visitor was dressed in a black jacket, a black duckbill hat, and sunglasses. “Emperor, why are you in Cansington?” The Blithe King asked solemnly as he looked at the person who appeared in his office. The visitor was none other than the Emperor of the Capital, who was also the head of the Five Commanders. He was also Sol's marshal, giving him authority over all the military troops.

He suddenly recognized the helpless orphan he had tortured so long ago. Devrim's eyes narrowed. "That is not my name. I am Emperor Devrim, husband to Her Majesty, Empress Aurora and foremost warrior in Valiant. I will defeat you." Ledford was shocked by the revelation. But it changed nothing. This man beneath him must die. The Captain pulled a knife from his belt and leaned back to finish off the Emperor. In a swift movement, Devrim pulled his knees to his chest and kicked Leford with all his might.

Marco turned, saw the expression on the other officer's face, and knew Lucy had a surprise up her sleeve. A roly poly civilian stood by her side. He wore a badly outdated business suit and looked familiar somehow. "Yes?" Lucy gestured to her companion. "President Doug Douglas, I would like to introduce Colonel Dooley Marco, commanding officer of the 17th DBLE. Colonel, this is the honorable Marcus Doug Douglas, President of the Confederacy, a two star admiral, and chairman of Doug Douglas Enterprises".

Elias, however, couldn’t help but stare at him in astonishment. “You… just who are you? No ordinary butler could pull off what you just did,” Elias said, his tone a mix of awe and suspicion. Marcellus let out a low chuckle and patted Mark’s shoulder. “Mark was a former Special Forces captain. He’s been with me for years. Do you think I’d come here with just the three of us otherwise?” Elias fell silent, his gaze lingering on Mark with newfound respect, marveling at the hidden depths of the unassuming butler.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

And judging by who their leader is, it's not a shock that Trof is thriving this well. "Y-You mean‒where Emperor Zavda is?!" Marika squealed. Emperor Zavda, a female emperor, with royal elf blood. She's been ruling over Trof for nearly 2 centuries now, and it's the best Trof has ever been. According to the rumors, she's both intimidating and benevolent, a perfect mix of good and bad. Alessia continued to listen to Marika gush over Emperor Zavda in front of Clyde while she sat atop a pillar. Marika was picking flowers when Clyde went to her so they were outdoors, and she coincidentally found a pillar with a good view at the top.