Novel & Cerita Emperor Of Evil

A while later, the citizens of the country were shocked to find on their screens that Emperor Sam had been impeached for different crimes, starting from misappropriation of country’s fund, terrorizing the country, causing unnecessary conflict with other countries that now pose a devastating threat to Hassride, illegally selling weapons to the enemies, and lastly, the greatest crime that nailed the coffin… An attempted murder of the chosen Emperor! When Anamika appeared on screen in her Emperor costume, those who had seen images of Emperor Dorothy couldn’t stop screaming. Once again, the name of the most beloved Emperor started going viral again after centuries. Of course, there would be peop

He was using black magic to drain their strength. Typical of him. He never believed in fair fights. Brooke lunged at me, but I dodged easily, enjoying his desperation. I closed my eyes and pictured him pinned against the wall. When I opened them, it happened. “No way…” he whispered. “Your eyes, you’re the Emperor. You pinned me with your thoughts.” I smirked. “I’ll give it to you, Brooke. You’re observant. Yes, I am the Emperor. Tell me, how do you want me to punish you?”

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

Santoro looked between us with the quiet satisfaction of a man watching an experiment yield exactly the results he expected. “I hear she’s precious to you,” he said. I kept my eyes on him. Not her. Him. “What do you want Santoro.” “You know what I want.” “Say it.” He tilted his head. “Your empire. Your territory. Your networks in Milan, Rome, and the north.” He said it simply, like he was listing items on a shopping list. “Sign it over. All of it. And walk away.” “And if I don’t.” He glanced at Nina. Just briefly. Just enough.

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

"Mother, does it hurt?" I took the handkerchief and shook my head, smiling at him. "Not at all." The text went quiet for a moment, then jumped again. [The Emperor's health has been poor lately. He keeps dreaming of the deposed crown prince…] [Back then, the crown prince was deposed because when the fifth prince tried to assassinate the Emperor, the crown prince was too forceful in protecting him and crippled the fifth prince. The Emperor condemned him for not caring about his own brother.]

"Trust me, Princess, if I could erase the last thirty seconds, I would. But we have bigger problems than a kiss neither of us wanted." "Daughter-in-law Serafine." My head snapped toward the voice and there he was. The man who'd ordered my death, standing in a tailored suit like he belonged in a cathedral. Godfather Dominic Ventura. His eyes swept over me, cataloging. Amused. Like I was something he hadn't decided whether to keep or discard. "The wedding stream cut out. Shame. I missed the rest." "Technical glitch," Zavier answered flatly. "You look... well." Dominic's gaze lingered. "Healthy."

Lord Ravaryn replied sharply, “you are old enough to understand reality.” Kaelith’s breathing became uneven. “You knew he was lying to me this entire time.” Lord Ravaryn’s patience vanished. “And what exactly were you expecting?” he growled. “That a future Alpha King would reject noble blood for some abandoned mutt with no wolf?” The word mutt struck harder than anything else. Tears instantly filled Kaelith’s eyes. “I hate all of you.” The slap came without warning. Pain exploded across her cheek as her head snapped violently sideways.

"The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus." Finesia flinched a bit as her lips parted, she doesn't know what Jeneva is talking about. Hearing Leonardo's name from someone's mouth makes her envious, it feels something wrong deep inside her. "I don't exactly understand, who is this Emperor you're talking about?" she asked. Jeneva trembles just by saying the Emperor's name. "The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood."

Whilst I was reading the report files on the information’s that has been gathered by the tortured and interrogated Assassin from the Spider. One thing that that stood out to me, and it has been bothering me quite a lot, like wood splinter under my skin. The fact that why the Emperor himself ordered his assassin to go an fetch him the Troll King Blood. The Emperor Sladin Kobul the 5th, Emperor of the Battle Star Empire, in his early days he was known to be battle maniac that waged war in order to measure his power and strength, whilst expanding his empire. A ruthless man, not the brightest, but he was surrounded by his capable ministers, supporters and many nobles. Not to mention he was an im