Emperor Of Mankind Novels & Stories

He grinned making her roll her eyes ********** " I can't believe you failed ,,,I am telling you to bring me that human! That's the only way we can get Luther! I can never allow him take over the throne,never,,he left for so long and now back to take it?? It should be mine not his " The deep voice of a man with a wide chest could be heard as he smoke his cigarette angrily " Am sorry boss,,I will try once again. I promise to bring her here,,the security is so tight,,,,," he was cut off when he was thrown a fist

Aakash said. It was his suggestion to send them to his village. His uncle was a wrestler, including his cousins. Andrew could never imagine their whereabouts. They would be safe. I didn't want any distractions. "This is the time when no mistake would be accepted," I told them, darting my eyes at them. No emotion was playing on my face. I didn't open up to anyone. This was the first step toward becoming a successful businessman and the emperor. "Our men are keeping close eyes on his every move. If you allow, we should allow one of our men to let Max know that he's not alone."

Aiden Wilder POV The morning was draining; the interview was worse than visiting the dentist. The man was looking for drama he didn’t get, he kept poking and probing about Lydia and if I was dating anyone new. Men didn’t care if for shit like that. But the man wouldn’t let up.

Culture, education and arts are their forte. “Come forward, my children.” The Emperor turns his bright golden eyes to us This close, he looks more intimating than he did before. But just as that fact becomes clearer, so does the fact that he must be ill. His skin is dull and sunken, and his fingers shake just slightly. I saw firsthand what happens when a Lycan loses their soulmate. The Empress passed away more than twenty years ago. And the Emperor is still alive and in his right mind. He must have formidable mental strength. If for nothing else, he has my respect for that.

Just me. And I thought I had found that man in Bryan. I met him in a small café when I had just come back from school abroad. He was kind, humble, and full of dreams. He told me he wanted to become someone big, someone who could provide for the woman he loved. I smiled at that time and told him I believed in him. I never told him I was the real owner of Denim Group—the company that his friends talked about all the time. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to control him.

I imagined eyes watching me from the dark, eyes of people who would know me, eyes of those sent to find the Emperor’s mysterious helper. My mind played the beggar’s words over and over: "The Emperor… marrying the girl who saved him… Liora…" How simple it was, how impossible, it was almost funny. If only they knew. If only *he* knew. The Emperor, the powerful ruler of Kaldor, was about to marry a lie without knowing it. And the person who had made that lie happen was now running away, scared of what would happen.

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

Bang. A second strike. Bang. A third. Each hit was precise. Controlled. Painful but not fatal. The scar-faced man collapsed, clutching his shoulder. Chaos intensified as the others rushed forward. Aurelia moved, Fast, Clean, Efficient, A strike, A turn, A kick. Every movement was calculated, overwhelming. Within moments, several men were already on the ground. To her, this wasn’t a fight. It was controlled. Years of training made it effortless. Across the room, Alexander spoke calmly. “Don’t worry. Someone’s handling it.”