Emperor's Domination Novels & Stories

A vicious glint flickered in her green eyes as her gaze inadvertently fell on the Emperor's hands wound around Yusria's waist. 'She can be a mistress. She can be a concubine. She can even be a sixth wife. But she can never be me!' Just the status of a future Empress alone was enough for her to dominate the runt. And Eradine vowed to show the low-life her rightful place as a servant once she became Empress. Under the heated stares of the crowd, Zeonen glanced at Dion, who had been silently standing behind the sofa, and nodded. Dion glanced at Eradine, his Emperor, then at the woman in his Emperor's arms and sighed.

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.

Black and white. But you were never my mirror, Emilio. You were my interruption. I had a design. Not one of chaos, don’t flatter yourself. I never wanted endless fire. I wanted order. Cold, clear, unshakable control. I wanted to erase the animal part of empire, the bloodlust, the ego, the thrones made from last names. I wanted a new algorithm for dominance. Not through kings. Through code. Through vision. Then you were born. The son of Lorenzo De Rossi.

"Even our brothers sell us off for cheap change, and the battle our fathers from century fought and conquered, are the what in an ensemble we turn a blind eyes to, yet we suffer with gritting teeth." The hope for a utopia, was immersed in despair. The leadership was as it has always been in a typical dilapidated era, ruled by only power hungry lords. Ekryons, are the names of the emperors who ruled the four continents -Empire- that survived the last war: the servants of the god Ekron.

“You launched the attack, but you’re hiding. Are you a gopher that cannot be exposed to light? Get your a** over here!” That voice sneered. “Ridiculous. Only a few in the universe dare call themselves the Emperor. Do you think a divine emperor can do so? Who dares to call himself an emperor unless he is the king of the gods? You really brag shamelessly!” That woman’s voice did not sound cold, but it was incomparably grating in the Eastern Emperor’s ears as if a slap in the face. From ascending order, the cultivation level beyond the deity tier was Incarnate Deity, False Deity, Heavenly Deity, Divine Monarch, Divine Emperor, and Divine Sovereign.

Conqueror... A title only meant for people who strive to reclaim the lands from the monsters to humanity. The Conquerors are one of humanity's hope including the adventurers. Conquerors command the people to their glory to reclaim the lands. No Conqueror could have achieved the feat of conquering the lands on their own without an army and no people can achieve conquering the lands even with superior numbers without the lead of a Conqueror. The way to gain the title is by achieving great feats in countless battles and polishing your skills. Harder than being an adventurer could do.

She pursed her lips, “Is killing at that moment the only option? I understand that you need to take full control and that they are threatening your throne, but is killing the only option you had… Your Majesty?” His eyes narrowed and blinked it afterward. “The only option an Emperor had in that kind of option is putting a threat to any Official who dared covet the throne. Killing is the only way to shut the mouths of those annoying rats.” He closed his eyes, locking his jaw and wetting his lower lip out of frustration. He didn’t know that he would explain in such a manner, so he cleared his throat and continued, “I mean…. Never mind.” He waved his hand and then massaged his temple.

Standing by the window, I take in the city below me, my city. People think men rule, that men are the only ones to strike fear through people. They always underestimate me. I laugh to myself at the thought. I was brought up to rule, to take over. While my father wanted a son, everything was left to me, and I have done nothing but prove to him that a woman can rule and ensure everything goes well.

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

All of the Kingdoms in this world, here in Caelum, are under the Devoc Empire. On the twenty-first birthday of the crown prince, the Emperor, and Empress will take down the throne for the way of the next Emperor and Empress who will rule over the next generation of the whole Empire. And according to the empire’s decree, the Emperor must have an heir immediately within two years of taking the throne. And if the Emperor fails to fulfill the decree, he will be removed from his position. Havoc is the next Emperor of the Empire. He only has one year left to marry the woman he will make Empress to fulfill the prophecy.