Emperor Mark Invincible Novels & Stories

Hearing Azalias's arrogant challenge Ausar's blood started to boil, he stepped forward again, looked at Azalias's eyes, and said furiously, "Yes. We dare. Do you dare to stop us, the eladrin royal guards?" "Ehh!!" Azalias were stunned by this retaliation, and black lines appeared on his forehead. He thought himself, 'Is this Eladrin is more powerful than my current status? What the hell is this Eladrin? Ah, whatever, everything is fucked up now. Calm down man, Calm down.'

“The emperor must’ve suffered a lot since he lost his beloved son at a very young age.” Dio’s expression turned sour at the mention of the emperor. The empire's ruler was the strongest man who stood at the top of his enemies' corpses in every war he fought when he was younger. “I don’t think the emperor could love his sons that way.” Dio looked away as he crossed his arms. “He’s the emperor after all.” “You talk as if you know the imperial family,” Kael teased. “Didn’t you know? The Marquis Romanov lineage started from the first generation the third prince of this empire, Prince Ariel. Some of the traditions of the Romanovs came from the imperial family tradition,” Dio said nonchalantly.

When it came to this peerless weapon, even Vince Schmidt could not help showing an unconcealable horror on his face. "This is a black-colored Magical Staff. There is an endless ferocious aura from top to bottom. However, it has been taken away by an expert at the Emperor-level. This expert at the Emperor-level is the Fighting Ape Emperor of the nine great emperors. He is a disciple of the Fighting God Palace..." Vince Schmidt explained to Zephyr Khan. "Fighting Ape Emperor?" Hearing this name, Zephyr Khan couldn't help but be moved... Zephyr Khan knew a little about the Fighting Ape Emperor.

the middle-aged man said. The square-faced middle-aged man was the Milky Way Empire's emperor and Astrid’s father, Emperor Nimbus. A man who was at the top of the Milky Way. Moreover, he was the strongest person in the Milky Way so far. His strength had surpassed Infinity Rank and was almost at Eternal Realm. If he took another step forward, he would become the first person in Eternal Realm in the Milky Way. He would have great achievements and eternal glory. However, it was not easy to do so.

" Lucian command. Marek was shocked at his tone and to say he had suddenly begun to fear his alpha who is not just an alpha king to him but also his blossom friend. He was so nervous, Marek could feel his hands vibrating. "It's Empusa, my lord," he said out of breath. He did not run on his way here but excessive dread was making him run out of words. "Empusa?" Lucian questioned. "Yes, my lord. Empusa had started making her moves with twenty thousand warriors at her command now" he finally let it out. "Okay," Lucian said as he continues reading the book in his hand and sipping his liquor. "Okay?" Marek asked baffled. Lucien lazily raises his head and gazes at him nodding.

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

Not even my own mother. They said I was traumatized by the father's death. Delusional. A liar. They thought he had no reason to kill father and an assassin must have done it. And when I kept insisting, they called me cursed. Mad. The Mad Prince of NightWalker. And when I became king they upgraded the title to the Mad king. I never forgot that betrayal and I wore the title like an armour. I watched. I waited. And on the day of my coronation ceremony, I drove a dagger of my own into that traitor’s chest—this time in front of the same Elders and Pack members who once mocked me.

Saving their new leader. The child was lost. Gone. Murdered. But she would survive. She had to. Because the empire was hers now. The Blackwing Empire. Claimed in blood. In pain. In loss. In rage. The ruler. The destroyer. The impossible woman who'd killed her captors and taken their throne. With Atlas at her side. Her partner. Her anchor. Her everything. Together. Always together. The scar on her face would heal. But never fade. A permanent reminder. Of this moment. This transformation. This birth.

The black sails loomed over them like the wings of a crow. "Welcome home, Prince Noah," Valerius said. He reached out a hand to help Noah up. Noah didn't take it. He grabbed the rope ladder and started to climb, pulling Ethan up behind him. They reached the deck. A hundred Southern soldiers stood in perfect formation. At the end of the line was a man in purple silk. He had Noah’s eyes. He had Noah’s jaw. The Emperor. "You look terrible," the Emperor said. He didn't move. He didn't embrace him. He just looked at the blood and the leather.