Emperor Of Mankind Novels & Stories

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.

Sometimes, the insights Adrian offered required even Father to pause and think. "Remarkable! Truly remarkable!" Father's eyes lit up in a way I had not seen in a long time. Adrian sat quietly, writing with careful strokes. [Adrian really is the future emperor. His intelligence is on another level.] [If the old man knew this was the imperial grandson, he'd probably upgrade his lessons to emperor-level tutoring on the spot.] I cleared the wasteland behind the house and planted hardy vegetables. After Adrian finished writing, he crouched by the stove to help me tend the fire.

"Turn Carlo." Carlo Mancini. Vincent's most trusted consigliere, the man who controlled the family's most critical money laundering operations and casino business. Also… the one who had led the others in tormenting me at the orphanage. When Carlo was brought to the Costa family dungeon, he trembled uncontrollably. I sat in the shadows, watching him. "You look like you've gained weight," I said calmly. Carlo collapsed to the ground. "Miss Isabella, I was wrong. I was a bastard. I deserve to die. Please, spare me…"

The white haired man grabbed it and started walking forward. “A beast will have a taste of its very own poison.” Alois Devaraux, the Emperor of Heaven. A man who is believed to be thousands of years old. He has reigned over the palace of Astraia for ages and ruled the Eastern North with the best of his ability. The people of his land respect him and they even vowed to serve him until the last beating of their hearts. He is a man of cold nature, he possess no emotions inside and shows no mercy towards his nemesis. He is also a skilled warrior. During his childhood, he is trained to become a formidable knight in the battlefield. It is also his duty to slay or seal monsters who are unleashed a

A few minutes later, a group of people quickly walked out of the courtyard. The person in the lead was a 40-year-old man. He was dressed in simple clothes but had an unmatched temperament. He was one of the Five Commanders and the most powerful among all commanders—the Emperor. He was known as the leader of the Five Commanders. “Haha, James. What brings you here?” The Emperor approached with his hands open and wanted to hug James. James lifted his foot and threw a kick at him. The Emperor was kicked a few meters away. However, he was the Emperor, one of the Five Commanders. Thus, he had extraordinary combat skills. His body swirled in the air and landed stably on the ground.

Whatever, and he didn't care about that unimportant person. Not only that, the abundant and overflowing mana, that intentionally or not, unceasingly seeping out from the slender body which seemed harmless at first sight, yet he is more dangerous than the rest. In this regard, he is like the Emperor. Like father like son. Under the charming smile and dazzling eyes, people were attracted to them, unconsciously following him around, revering them with worshiping eyes. He should probably say the old Emperor. The current one is a gloomy person with a wicked mind.