Emperor Of Man 40k Novels & Stories

’ I say and lunge toward it, striking it across the throat, only for it to vanish and reappear moments later. ‘What!’ I say, stepping back. Someone claps behind me. I turn to face a man stepping out from the shadows towards me with a smile. ‘It’s not very often someone attempts to strike and kill my pet Blood Dwellers,’ he says and holds his hands, palms down beside him. Black demonic dogs flicker, appearing under his hands. He pats them gently. They have fangs three times as long as vampires. I watch as the Blood Dwellers twitch and flicker as if they are apparitions. Their eyes are red, blood red. The same eyes that had surrounded Micah and me. The Blood Dwellers are real.

The Four Emperor from Dragon Clan, Slay Clan, River Clan and Drain Clan has a guest with them, there are three people by each Clan's. The Five Emperor entered the golden gate as they all walk in highly. The Emperor of Dragon Clan which is the Empress, is named Zenneth. The Slay Clan's Emperor is Zerges, the brother of The Emperor in Claw Clan and Zerzus. The Drain Clan's Emperor is Fictov and lastly, The name of the Emperor of River Clan is Avesher. There is only one Empress in the Five of them and the rest of the four is all Emperor's. Zelia look at them and slightly bow her head. The Four Emperor already start walking to the Meeting Hall.

I played the part of the broken, overwhelmed Omega perfectly. ​We walked through hallways of gold and bone until we reached the garden. ​There, sitting on a throne of living vines, was a man. He didn't look old. He looked timeless. His hair was a blinding white, and his eyes were the same sun-gold as the armor of his guards. ​The Emperor. Solas. ​He stood as we approached, his presence so overwhelming it felt like the air itself was bowing. He walked toward me, his movements slow and graceful.

Suddenly, an otherworldly voice emanated from beneath the earth, "I...I've received my orders from the Heavens and will live and prosper forever!" As the voice died off, a human figure darted out of the ground. His eyes were black, and wisps of black mist were seeping out of them. He was about two and a half meters tall and wore the robes and crown on an emperor. A peerless sword slightly more than a meter long was in his hand, and he gave off the commanding aura of a monarch. He was an emperor from an ancient era and had been dead for more than a millennia. Somehow, he had accumulated an intense grudge over the past millennia and had turned into an undead - the 1000 year old Corpse King.

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.

"I'm not sure." Eric's frown deepened as he thought about the previous emperor. His grandfather, the mighty Theo Thompson who led the war, fought alongside the other clans against the Demon and Fallen clan. Through the one hundred years of battle, he finally chopped off the head of the Demon clan and won the war. Thus, crowning him as the Emperor, and the Dragon Empire was forged. Eric frowned and said, "Tell him I'm busy." "Ah... Prince Eric." "What is it?" "The Emperor also summon Miss Samantha Wild as well."

I hissed in the end. 'Please, let this not be some rebirth shit explanation! I am done with those on novels!' "I am Menes, Emperor of Eckhathnaten, or you can call it in its modern term, Egypt," he started, throwing me an arrogant grin. "With the help of my priest's black magic, I lived through time. I cheated death. I exist to ensure the war—the war I created between the dragons and werewolves—would never end." "And what is my role in all of this? I am just a human!"

“The empire will destroy you, just like it destroyed everything else. Your rebellion is meaningless.” Nia’s heart thudded against her ribs, and for a moment, she wondered if Eric truly believed his own words. Was he so lost in the empire’s control that he didn’t see what was happening before his eyes? The empire was crumbling, and all the power it had wielded for centuries was nothing more than a house of cards waiting to collapse. She stepped forward, her blade gleaming in the pale light. “You’re wrong. This isn’t about the empire. It’s about us. About what we’ve become—and what we can still choose to be.”

"I've turned against the family for her before, and I'll do it over and over. Even if she doesn't choose me, I've devoted myself to her. I will always be by her side until she's one day mortal, I promised her that." Holly winced at his words. "Eros?" she whispered at his shoulder. He continued to face the others as he held his hands together and gathered his own energy. "If you push me, I'll kill you both." "You're going to kill one of the Four Horsemen?" War chuckled. "You should have been the sin of Pride instead. To think you'd consider yourself that advanced." He clucked his tongue. "Girl, bring Death, and let's finish this."

Locked them away. Sweat slid down my neck. My breathing steadied. Minutes passed. Or hours. I did not know. A voice outside the door made my eyes snap open. “Prepare Prince Lior.” Another voice answered. “The carriage to the Tyrant Emperor leaves at dawn.” Silence. I stared toward the door. Then slowly… I smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. “Ragnar,” I murmured. The Blood Tyrant. The monster emperor. The man this body had feared so much he chose death.