Emperor Of Man Novels & Stories

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!

I was at a loss for words with what he just said. It was not because Julian had indeed probably sold me to him but the fact that he actually had the audacity to place a cheap value on me. As an immortal, no amount of human money or wealth could ever buy me. The shamelessness of this man was astonishingly annoying. He may be a man whose good looks could turn the heads of women and whose voice could make them obey whatever he said, but it was not even enough for me to be happy with.

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," Gwyneth said.

Anamika thundered. Everyone froze, including Seraphina who was standing a few feet away. The image of the videos they’ve watched about their first Female Emperor, the story they’ve heard about her, and the image of her in their minds, all started rushing out in full force. Anamika spoke exactly how Emperor Dorothy used to. She was the First Emperor in the history of Hassride to ever use the royal pronouns. When asked why, her reply was:

With every word, his voice grew rougher, until it was almost a choke. "I know 'sorry' is useless," he went on. "I know you have a new life, a new world. But Flora... please. Give me one chance. Just one chance to make up for what I did." I listened silently, a storm of emotions churning inside me. This man, once as proud as an emperor, was now standing before me, utterly broken. "What kind of chance?" I asked. He clenched his fists, his whole body trembling slightly. "Come home and see," he said, his voice almost a prayer. "Just once. Come back to the manor."

His calm tone contained unquestionable majesty as if he were a celestial being descending to earth! He was also floating in mid-air while speaking. His demeanor was of a supernatural entity of supreme bearing. “We welcome Your Majesty back to the world! Long live the Emperor!” The Insect Ruler knelt on the ground, extremely devout. The Demon Emperor... He was a figure of unparalleled elegance and charm a thousand years ago. He organized, established, and perfected the world of shamanism, pioneering a path for insects and poisons. It was enough to call him the emperor of insect techniques!

It would greatly be offending Hisoka and led to some misunderstandings which he wished not to face specifically when they were in a tight situation. “We greet the lion’s king and queen; King Ibrahim and Queen Aulia. My name is Emperor Hisoka, the emperor that rules the Underworld empire. From east to west, south to north." He revealed his hand and outstretched it toward Ibrahim. “Nice meeting you, the emperor that rules the Underworld empire, His Excellency Emperor Hisoka.” He grabbed Hisoka’s hand. “Thank you for the invitation.” Both of them pulled each other inside and embraced their bodies like buddies.

Even the cup of tea in his hand almost spilled out as he was too excited. War Emperor, War Emperor! This old man was actually the same rank as his own master. He was also one of the Four Emperors of the Celestial Empire. It was no wonder he emitted such a stern and authoritative aura! No surprise that he was imbued with a sense of loftiness, power, and wiseness! No wonder he could become the Lord of Six Doors! It turned out that he was War Emperor, one of the most badass Four Emperors of the Celestial Empire!

The Emperor asked as he was still holding the hands of Zelia who was panting, and doing the inhale and exhale portion. The Old Man shook his head, "I d-dont h-have any..." That was the time when The Emperor explode in anger, he clenched his fist and ready to swing his fist at the old man who is also looking guilty but Zelia stop her by tugging his clothes. The Emperor immediately look at her softly, gone the angry Emperor and it was replaced to a soft, with full of emotion... even the Old Man waa shocked when he saw The Emperor's emotion. The Emperor supposed to remain emotionless and unshakable, but that time... all of those walls of expression has visible on his face.

Although he used a mild and calm tone in delivering his speech, every person could hear him clearly. "When I say revenge, I don't simply speak about the tribes you think of. I also mean the demon that slaughtered our innocent citizens in the Great War. The demon who orphaned our children for entertainment. It is because of him we live in fear of extermination. Yes, that's right. I am talking about the human called Tian Shen!" Monster Emperor Taras announced loudly. Chattering erupted in the crowd. "Silence!" Monster Emperor Taras shouted, quieting the people. Monster Emperor Shentia continued. "I know what you are thinking. 'That human disappeared thousands of years ago, so how can we get re