Emperor's Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

the emperor roared in frustration. I didn’t know what face to make in the face of his outburst and apparent distress. Admittingly, I found half of the matter quite funny and entertaining. I mean, I knew it was a big deal about the heir and all; however, I never knew that the emperor was so scared of his own mother. That was what I thought was funny about all this. “She’s always been like that. She’ll calm down soon enough…” Ren said without worry. “It’s been a long time since Lady Kamiya was promoted to Lady White Lotus…” the empress said with a thoughtful face.

He kissed my temple. I love this man. I did not care. He had killed more than he could on his fingertips. I smiled looking up at him. I didn't ask any questions further, everything would be related to the killing. He pushed open the door. I took the view in. A castle for a ruthless king! His amber eyes were fixed on the laptop and piles of files were placed on the table. He was going through files one after another. I tried to pretend that I was busy on the phone. But it was hard not to glance at him.

Why would the male leads need air conditioners if they could always have cold air around them? Tch! If they must make someone evil, it should be someone who could pretend that they were extremely good instead of the 'obvious' characteristics that marked them evil from the beginning? The only thing that I appreciated was the author's imagination. The emperor was indeed a looker. My stomach was a dance floor for both butterflies and rats. It was difficult to keep a straight face in front of a fine man with sculpted features and a gaze that had my inside floored. The only thing that lacked in his bedroom eyes was emotions.

"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 Alex, the imperial palace was shaken since they never thought the empress had ever conceived the emperor's child. That time, Prince Alex'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 she

But General Accientsy heard that and smiled slightly. "Sorry, Empaler. I thought you asked me." He laughed. "I asked you, General Accientsy," he said. "I am four-hundred-years-old, Emperor Aegaeus," the immortals simply replied. "Do you have an amicus?" "Not yet," she said, not even looking at the emperor. While they were on their journey, the emperor noticed something strange around them. But he didn't pay attention to it because he wanted to test General Accientsy's ability. The female general also noticed this, but she remained calm so as not to panic the emperor.

“Oh, don’t do that. Stop, please. No need to bow.” “Are you not royalty?” He asked, still not lifting his head. “Sure, but that’s just not necessary. Um, where are we?” I questioned. “The Reflective Dimension, my Queen.” “Empress actually. And please rise.” He did as I said. He was a Silver Ent. They were very small, timid creatures who basically did anything you told them to do because they were afraid of confrontation. They were of course silver with gold eyes and glassy hair.

He is like a storm, the type the fishermen in the market place had described to her, only lightning bolts flashing randomly around his form are missing to complete the picture of terror she is seeing. The atmosphere during breakfast is frigid and it has nothing to do with the cold air coming in from the balcony, Kiara notes. The Emperor is stone faced, his prominent jawline makes his scowl scarier than it should be. Yet Kiara cannot help but admire the shape of his mouth as it sits in a firm line, his straight nose that flares periodically and his molten coloured eyes which he used to stare at her with so much intensity that she is sure she will explode into brilliant flames if he stared har

Alice craned her neck to look into Emilia's eyes, absorbing in all of her beauty. Her eyes looked as if they were twinkling, reminding Alice of a constellation of stars, streaking across a night sky. Emilia's eyes were a deep aqua blue, quite like the colour of the deep depths of the ocean but yet again there was a certain shine to her eyes that made Alice think of blue roses growing remotely in fields. A scene brought right out of life from a fairytale.

A beautiful breed, with a friendly disposition and expressive eyes. I know that’s the breed I should be looking at, but this poor dog has been horribly neglected. It looks up at me with pleading eyes, stretching out to the end of its line to tap my leg with its nose. “Marcus,” I whisper, causing him to turn around and peer into the eyes of the broken golden. “What the hell is this guy's problem?” Marcus snaps angrily.