Emperor Novels & Stories

With the increase in strength, he was able to repel his arms away from my grip. "You are an Evil Spirit!" I recalled. Oren smiled, and introduced himself, "I'm Imperator Nero Cladius Divi Claudius filius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, the Black Emperor of Ancient Rome." "Wait, the infamous emperor known for murdering his step-brother Britannicus, with whom he was meant to relinquish power, and proceeding via his wife Octavia, whom he abandoned for his mistress, Poppeaea?" Sahra recited. "Why does he look so proud, being seen as a bad guy in Roman History is definitely not a good thing. I personally don't want people to know," Gwyne

Introduction/ Author's Note: Must Read! Edrinon - It is the name of the country where the protagonist live. It is a slightly advance scientific world and the highest person in this country is the emperor, which means the Edrinon country is ruled by monarchy. Imperial family - The family of the emperor and it's the highest and well respected family in Edrinon Country. 'This Emperor / This Empress' — This word is used by the Emperor & Empress when he's / She's talking, instead of the word 'I'.

I smile at Alpha Maximus, now shifted back in his human form. He looks as if he has seen a ghost. 'Nathan? Did she just control Chaos?' he asks in disbelief. 'Yup! I'm struggling to believe it too!' Nathan answers. 'Why were you upset when I told you my name?' I ask them. Alpha Maximus raises an eyebrow and glances at Nathan briefly. 'Slave is not a name, nor is freak. They are negative terms.' he explains. 'Oh, I'm sorry. No one ever told me that. It’s just how people call out for me, so I assumed it was my name.’ I tell them.

Even if it was, by the fiftieth millennium and seventy-seventh millennium of the ancient emperor his original name, who when alive was in search of immortality, his former name was that of the emperor the padishah, BijornRagnar IV. In which anyone, whoever they are, always takes extra special care not to have him as their enemy, he was a destructive beast, he had no rivals or enemies, they were either killed or they were his slaves. When he put Senor Duval in his rightful place: the planet Richter Kaiser, and don't be fooled by the fact that he, at that time, when they were born in Küster and there, when he lived his first fifte

Aiden Wilder POV The Wilder / Jacobs family Christmas had always been loud. There were so many family members everywhere. Everyone was talking over one another, we’d host most of the events, my family was the centre of the attention most of the time. My mother had an eccentric aunt who mostly lived in Italy, who was an actress at one point but didn’t quite make, then she married a man who had it all. Aunt Zarah was spoilt as my mother would call her, she was cut off and soon married Lorenzo Silva they had a son Aleksander he was eighteen years old now. My aunt couldn’t have children so they had him via surrogacy. My aunt loves Aleksander more than she does her riches and finer things in life

It was pure. “They dared to piss on our gates, then went home by laying our dogs on pure trash,” the Emperor whispered, his voice creeping slowly through the pores of every elder present. Not a cry of fury, but rather a promise of absolute death. "Alexander Sterling... you may be immune to banking sabotage, but let's see if your European fangs are immune to pure dragon blades." The Emperor stood up. His golden silk robe fluttered. For a hundred years, he never left his throne in Asia. But tonight, pure imperial prestige had been slapped right in his face!

"The Cadwell family has always been loyal." "Your Majesty is too kind." I kept my head lowered. "Theo… Adrian, His Highness is my son. Protecting him was my duty." The old Emperor's eyes flickered with surprise. "Your son?" Adrian suddenly said, "Grandfather, she is my mother." His voice was not loud, but it was extraordinarily firm. The old Emperor was silent for a moment. Then, he smiled. There was a trace of bitterness in it. "Good. Very good. The fact that you feel this way brings me comfort."

Sold to the Empress as a gift, I expected cruelty. I didn't expect her to freeze the moment our eyes met — like winter itself had struck her. "You will do," the Empress said. "The rest of you may stop pretending to breathe." She bought me as a pet. She has no idea I was trained since childhood to kill her. She also has no idea why I keep forgetting to hate her. Seraphine rules a fantasy empire where everyone is a knife — and she is the sharpest of them. I am the assassin hidden in her court, disguised as her newest pet: serving her wine, pouring the poison away, and forgetting, a little more each day, why I was sent to her. A GL dark romance of palace intrigue and slow-burn

"Who is the ruling king there? And are they werewolves as well?" **** As I immersed myself in absorbing all these new insights, I soon noticed that time had swiftly slipped away. We had the most tranquil conversation during the dewy hours of a cold rain. Our dialogue revolved primarily around the Eastern Empire. He frequently touched upon the intricacies of power dynamics and their unique system of governance, which was a monarchy. Instead of addressing their ruler as "king," they were bestowed the titles of "emperors" and "empresses." Naturally, this piqued my curiosity, especially upon learning that they weren't werewolves but wielders of nature. I must admi

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.