Emperor's Champion Novels & Stories

Victor Hale’s empire had fallen. And for Adriana Cole the powerful billionaire who had spent years fighting the world alone something far more valuable than victory had finally appeared in her life. Love. A new beginning. And a future she would never face alone again.

"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

Andrius looked at the emperor sitting at the center of the audience seats and said loudly, “Your Majesty, please announce the results quickly.” “That’s...” The emperor felt unprecedented humiliation that a Florencian would overshadow the Martial Way Convention and the prosperity of Petalonia’s martial arts. What an irony. It was simply a great humiliation. However, in front of so many dignitaries, warriors, and media present, the emperor could only follow the procedure even if he was displeased. “Phew...” The emperor took a deep breath, his expression dark as he walked up to the stage. “In the name of the emperor, I proclaim this Florencian as the champion of the Martial Way Convention!”

Even though he was at the far end of the arena fighting against a man obviously bigger than him, she could see blood tainting his white and gold robes. Right above where they were at the second-lines seats, a huge majestic throne made of gold sat at the middle. Emperor Claus was there, eagerly watching how the fight unfolds. Without wasting any more time, Emery ran right where he was as fast as she could. However, when she finally reached him, the emperor was clearly displeased upon seeing her. Looking at her from head to toe, he commented with bitterness, “So you really came here in such a hurry upon knowing about the situation of your beloved ex-husband.”

Could it be possible that some had escaped the Purge two centuries ago? “I understand that look on your face,” continued the Emperor. He was standing before his throne instead of sitting upon it, and he now descended the dais with a wide smile on his strangely beautiful mouth. Grinning, even, from ear to ear. “Mind you, I’m not one easily impressed since I’ve seen about all there is to be seen, but you’ve truly outdone yourself. Whatever you’ve been doing to the chieftain, keep doing it. I knew you had promise all along, very good.” Wait, what? Her? She hadn’t even done anything. Why was she being praised? But she dared not speak out of turn, and he went on as he approached her with slow, am

Countless illusions began to appear in Zephyr Khan's mind. One held a long sword and fought in all directions. He was clad in imperial robe and exuded an extraordinary aura. One could vaguely tell that he was none other than the Immortal Emperor. Opposite him was a supreme expert and his aura and combat strength were much stronger than his. Faced with his opponent's continuous attacks, the incomparably mysterious unique technique and martial techniques instantly unleashed a boundless divine splendor that was unstoppable.

It was Emperor but there was a fleshy-like ink covering his left ear “looks like Emperor got brainwashed by Corona, he used to be Brainwashed by Commander Tatar; the antagonist of Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion but since Corona manipulated Commander Tartar hence the fleshy-like ink covering parts of his right face and his ear. Grace was in shock to see Emperor in this state he’s in. Emperor began to somersault and dive towards us, Grace, Mankey, Thorn Rose and I jump back as Emperor struck the ground with Splashdown, “Emperor…” said Grace with worry. “Unfortunately Emperor won’t hear you” I said to Grace. Grace looked at me “okay then Inkcanius, I can trust you that you can free Emperor from Cor

Balang said slowly. "Emperor Balang, another human has appeared in our world! This is what he looks like," Tiger King said before he showed the Monster Emperor Balang the image of Tsashi. Monster Emperor Balang's eyes couldn't help but widen at this news. He looked at the image for a second before returning to normal before anyone could see.

"Vivas imperator!" 'Yes, that's it…' His chest swelled, basking in their supposed adoration. A slow, superior smile stretched across his lips. 'More!' With calculated grandeur, he raised one arm—then the other, still holding the chariot rein—acknowledging the masses in a stately, priest-like benediction. Draped in opulent red robes, crowned in gold, Tiberius cut the figure of an emperor. Yet beside Germanicus, the contrast was stark.

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.