Emperor's Eyes Novels & Stories

It was then that Harriet looked up at the silhouette against the golden sun. Harriet shed tears of blood. *** The Emperor opened his eyes wide on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He growled softly. "Looks like I've been napping too much," he mumbled. It was the middle of the night, but he couldn't sleep. Maybe he should just work his night at his study alone. However, just as he was about to raise up, suddenly there was a knock on his door. "Your Majesty!" The Emperor lifted his body fitfully and opened the door. "What is it? There is a problem?"

"Is it easy for me to tell what he thinks," "You read emotions?" Jimmy widened his eyes. "How do you do it? Can you read mine now?" Nylian laughed. "It is not like this." he shook his head. "No, I cannot read yours." "Then, how do you read his?" "Because of his eyes." "His eyes…" Jimmy mumbled. "I knew his change of colours meant something." "The king is an Emius, his eyes can shift into different colours in a short time and each colour represents an emotion. Not many can read them easily without learning."

As the Emperor came close ; Chelsea saw his face was working furiously , he looked nowhere jolly and the kind hearted Emperor she had known , instead his face was blotchy with purple spots making him look like a bad black current ice cream . " CLOVERS! " he roared and Chelsea along with her family had to take two steps back as spit was flying from the Emperor 's mouth as he spoke in fury " Clover! I thought I knew him - what I haven't done for that family ! Helped them run away away from Cannibals in war and settled them in here and this is what they returned to me ??,!"

With such a way of addressing and dressing, the other party's identity was self-evident. He was obviously the Great Emperor of the Tianyao Dynasty! "It's okay. I'm here!" With a comforting look on his face, Tianyao Dynasty Emperor said to Prince Yao. Then he opened and closed his eyes and looked at Zephyr Khan fiercely. The emperor's power was indeed extraordinary. His eyes contained not only the powerful fluctuations of his opponent's power, but also the evolution of his powerful momentum. This kind of momentum was something that even a half-step Spirit Powerhouse could not investigate his eyes. If one was locked by his eyes, he would tremble and dare not move.

But I accepted the wine anyway with a small ‘thank you’ and took a sip. Aric disappeared into one of the inner rooms and returned with a file. I set my glass on the table, my attention fixed on the file he placed before me. I flipped through it and pulled out the pictures. “Turns out, she is an empress—I just figured that out now.” He said, taking a sip from his own glass, which was filled with a rich brown liquid. I stared at the picture of a frail woman with short hair and light blue eyes. Her eyes glowed with mischief; a chill ran down my spine. This was her; for some reason, I just knew.

"The late empress hid her son in such a place because she knew that the emperor would kill His Highness the moment he sees his appearance. That's why nobody had ever seen His Highness for the first 16 years of his life except the late empress herself," Elijah continued. "When the late empress revealed the existence of Prince Romeo, the imperial palace was shaken since they never thought the empress had ever conceived the emperor's child. That time, Prince Romeo's eyes were scarlet red, and his hair was dark brown. Nobody knew that the late empress had purposely starved His Highness so his eyes could remain red all the time and had dyed his hair as well. She had told everyone the reason why s

I wondered why she was upset, unless the man I just eyed was her. the Emperor Kaliel Fascar. I just eyed the emperor Kaliel, the cold Emperor. my death would be faster than it could be . how stupid could I be ? . I was eye undressing the Emperor of wolves , staring at him deeply. I wanted to cry. I quickly looked down until a voice said “ look up. ” he spoke, to me and my god I wanted him to speak again. kaliel's pov:

I inquired, concern lacing my words. Raising her head to meet my gaze, I noticed her eyes retained their deep red hue—a sure sign that she was far from her usual self. However, there was a shift—an added chilliness that had crept into her eyes, signaling her struggle to maintain control. My question hung in the air, met with her lingering silence. Just as I was about to press for an answer, Kiana's voice cut in, her words carrying a hint of uncertainty: "Is the Empress alright, Emperor?"

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.