Emperor's Champion Novels & Stories

The Emperor level was miles ahead of the Sanctuary level, to a point where it was hardly describable. A special trait of this level was that an emperor's crown would appear when the cultivator activated or used powers of this level. The Emperor level would cast a domain, one that was far more powerful than that of the Sanctuary level. This was the power of being of Emperor level. Its laws of power were truly terrifying. Wilbur smirked coldly. "Do you still think I'm going to lose now?" Michael flushed an ugly shade of purple. He was merely at the Super Sanctuary level, and Wilbur was miles ahead of him.

Like the others, his face was hidden beneath a helmet, his eyes barely visible. The crowd roared his title, calling him the ‘Crown Prince.’ A shiver ran through her spine as she recalled their earlier encounter—how close she had come to seeing his face and how coldly he had dismissed her inside the tent. He hasn’t changed one bit. Still the same arrogant fool. The announcer then explained the rules of the competition. There would be five rounds: horsemanship, hunting, mounted archery, jousting, and finally, swordplay between the two finalists. In each round, two participants would be eliminated until only two remained.

the old Eunuch proudly announced as he gestured to the rows of women standing in the grand hall. “Before that, I have a very important announcement to make. The woman who manages to become pregnant with the Crown Prince’s child will be immediately promoted to the Empress of the Flame Dragon Empire along with the Crown Prince ascension to the throne as the new Emperor. As per the traditions and customs of our Empire, the Crown Prince is only able to become the Emperor once his woman is pregnant with an heir to secure the royal bloodline. I sincerely hope that the future Empress of this Empire is one of you lovely ladies standing in this hall,” the Emperor announced in an authoritative booming

said Yagni. Eloy saw his emperors waking over. Both their eyes narrowed at the way Prince Yagni was walking closer to Eloy much to the High King's exasperation and Prince Yagni's silent amusement. "This is Emperor Adharva Malvan," said Eloy nodding to Adharva letting Mithraos check his shoulder where there was a scratch. "And this is Emperor Mithraos Maharee," said Eloy with a small smile. Yagni gave a nod of greeting.

“Shadow is perfect to be my consort. I’ll cherish her till the end of my life.” “Why is it, My Emperor?” His Chancellor named Vilfredo asked while bending his body. “She is not a simple lady you see. Besides, the requirement to be The Holiness, the protector of the worlds isn’t simple. Not even once did we succeed to be acknowledged by The Unknown. Why do you think she was accepted as soon as she descended upon this world?” “My Emperor, it's her experience, her kindness, and wit.” “Ha ha ha ha ha. You knew it. You knew.”

the emperor replied, masking his underlying unease with a composed demeanor. "And what about Lucas?" the emperor inquired, eager to hear about his son's progress. "Alfred praised him, Your Majesty," the aide reported with a hint of admiration in his voice. "Lucas has shown impressive strength, far surpassing Addison. It seems he has inherited the imperial prowess in swordsmanship. Additionally, Martha mentioned that he has taken a keen interest in the history of the imperial family."

But why was his annoyance similar to how he treated Chancellor Percy? Wait, hold on... Minerva stiffened and looked at her father. Seriously? For real? Chancellor Percy was the most trusted aide of her Uncle Khalil, the Emperor of the Toen Empire. He was known as the strongest Great Swordmaster. His daughter, Brigitte Montmorency, even followed in his footsteps as the valiant swordmaster of Toen. Chancellor Percy had been with Uncle Khalil since he was a prince, and he was still with him now that he was Emperor of the Toen Empire. He was respected by many, despite being a slave commoner.

Not one bit. Mr. Harlan cleared his throat. “Welcome, everyone. Today we honor excellence, leadership, and resilience. The Prince of Blackwood title is more than a crown — it represents the best of us. Let the competition begin.” The first event was the History Quiz. Ten questions, rapid-fire, on stage. I stepped up when my name was called, facing Damian across the small table. The crowd quieted. Mr. Harlan began. “First question: Who was the first emperor of the Roman Empire?”

The crowd parted like the Red Sea, terrified of the man who had just held a sword to the Prince’s throat and lived. The Throne Dais. The Shadows. High above the ballroom floor, hidden behind a mesh screen, sat the old Emperor. He sat on the Dragon Throne, watching the chaos below. He saw his son, Lysander, trembling and humiliated. He saw Elara crying. And he saw Cyprian Hale walking away, his back straight, his power undeniable. The Emperor tapped his long, jeweled fingernails on the armrest. "The Wolf has grown too big," the Emperor wheezed to the Shadow Guard standing behind him. "He has gold. He has iron. And now, he has a woman who knows how to use them both."

"The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus." Finesia flinched a bit as her lips parted, she doesn't know what Jeneva is talking about. Hearing Leonardo's name from someone's mouth makes her envious, it feels something wrong deep inside her. "I don't exactly understand, who is this Emperor you're talking about?" she asked. Jeneva trembles just by saying the Emperor's name. "The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood."