Emperor's Eyes Novels & Stories

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

my eyes widen JESSES POV I walk towards my office my secretary rushes to me " Sir there's someone waiting for you at the office". "who is it?". " I don't know, but you might be-"i open the door. I couldn't believe me, I felt my heart instantly fall out of my chest, I rub my eyes with my hands hoping i wasn't dreaming or seeing things. She wears a smile, she stands up from the chair, she walks toward me "Hi, honey".

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

“For the first time in a long time…” She smiled. “…I’m not planning ten steps ahead.” “That’s new.” “Yes.” She took his hand again. “But I do know one thing.” “What’s that?” Adriana looked into his eyes. “I don’t want to face the future without you.” Luca’s smile widened. “Good.” “Why?” “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Outside, the lights of Manhattan shimmered beneath the night sky. The war was over. Victor Hale’s empire had fallen.

The sharp crack of porcelain echoed through the kitchen. A plate slipped from Aurelia’s wet fingers and shattered against the marble floor, fragments scattering in every direction. Before she could even bend down, a sharp voice cut through the air. “Aurelia, are you blind? That’s imported porcelain! Do you know how expensive that is?” The head servant, Mrs. Rowan, stood at the doorway with her arms folded, her expression filled with disdain. Her lips curled slightly as she looked at Aurelia as if she were something stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

Then he turned around and walked away. I stared. Actually stared. There was no possible way I had imagined that. The emperor of the Iron Fang Empire had just seen me and immediately retreated. I started after him. “Ragnar.” His pace increased. I almost laughed. “Ragnar.” He continued walking. Faster. “Are you seriously running away from me?” “I’m not running.” “You turned around the second you saw me.” “I remembered something.” “You remembered it while looking directly at me.” “It was important.” “More important than this conversation?”

The whole room gave a soft glow as the light slowly diminish, which reflects on the baby's eyes. The eyes turned to gold for a moment before returning to their original ocean blue color. The emperor watched as her ocean blue eyes landed on him once again. Just like what she did when he first held her. "My daughter…" The emperor murmured as he leaned down to kiss the baby's forehead. The baby's arm also went up and touched his cheek as if feeling whether the person is real or not. When she felt that this was a real person, she laughed and giggled in joy.

A soaring sword light split into three like three green peaks and slashed at the giant claws with dragon roars! The claw was cut and fell to the ground! The emperor in the sky shouted angrily, “Damn you! I’m going to kill you!” After that, the huge red eyeball wanted to break through that crack and was desperately trying to squeeze in! The eyeball was bloodshot, and the black pupil rolled around like a wild beast! A huge head covered with the power of chaotic energy was about to poke through the crack! Suddenly, another figure appeared! The aura of an emperor rippled!

“Unstable!” “Useful!” “Dangerous.” Priam Endymion sat at the head of the long table, eyes closed for a moment as he listened. The Emperor looked older now in the private light—shadows under his eyes, lines deeper around his mouth but the weight of rulership made him seem older. Empress Ariadne sat beside him, straight-backed and calm. Her dark hair glimmered with threaded jewels, and her eyes stayed sharp, taking in every whisper, every nervous glance.