Novel & Cerita Emperor's Eyes

The Flaming Phoenix let out fierce cries and charged straight at the Blood Emperor. The Blood Emperor snorted. The roar of the sea of blood rolled up monstrous waves of blood and swept toward the Flaming Phoenix. The Flaming Phoenix charged straight into the sea of blood. With an explosion, purple flames spread across the sea of blood. A roiling bloody fog rose like a cloud with the shape of mushrooms. The Blood Emperor snorted angrily. Huge waves rose from the sea of blood and extinguished the spreading purple flames. The Blood Emperor raised his eyes. To be exact, he raised two bloody holes. His so-called eyes were also covered with wriggling blood and looked very disgusting. He looked at

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

And there, sitting on a throne of liquid gold, was the Emperor of the East. ​He did not look like the man Lin had described. He was young, his features sharp and beautiful, his skin a radiant bronze. But his eyes were not human. They were two perfect spheres of emerald glass, reflecting the entire room in a thousand different facets. ​“You are late, Winifred,” the Emperor said, his voice echoing with the resonance of a thousand bells. ​“Where is the Emperor?” I demanded, stepping in front of Winnie.

Just what did he do though? "The guy?" "I have a few checking." I simply nod and study the picture. His hand is grasping hers and he is smiling, but the eyes tell another story. His, are cold, heartless. Hers, broken. I am used to seeing her look broken, but this photo is something else. She looks like a caged woman, crying out inside to get free. "Diesel?" I turn and look at Mel, I hadn't heard her. "Maybe don't play with this one?" She looks at me and for a change she looks seriously worried for Serena.

’ she repeatedly cursed in silence. She could feel the tears slowly forming in her eyes when she felt something touch her chin. “Open your eyes, tribute. Let me see you…” Nesca slowly opened her eyes. She quickly noticed that the emperor bent his knee while his hand held her chin. She was focused on his black robe with golden intricate patterns. Then her eyes traveled up. The emperor wore a polished obsidian mask. When her eyes were about to meet his, she immediately looked down. “Y-Yes, Your Supremacy…” She couldn’t hold back her tears as they slowly cascaded down her cheeks.

Her emerald eyes were cold and her expression was like an empty page of a frozen book. What happened to that bright smile she portrayed earlier? She couldn't even open her mouth again with Talia's aura. Darkness filled the tension between the two of them, she wanted to run away because of the feeling that one wrong move will cause her... Death. "Please remain quiet until the end of your time your Majesty, I don't like it when I'm being interfere with my business. They say that the more you keep silent, the more longer your life will be." The Empress shuddered with horror upon hearing what she said. The tone was definitely cold and her eyes was horrific to see, a cold malefic eyes.

Yes, she can see him angry but not the change in his eye color. He didn’t even transform, so the rumor was true. The ruthless Alpha King of The Blue Moon pack has the devil’s eyes. He was more dangerous and superior with his bloodshot, raging eyes. “Y-Your... eyes. . .” Emily uttered, trembling. “So, the rumor is true,” Emily added, couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Yes, it’s true. The rumors were true, Emily,” he answered nonchalantly. “I have the devil’s eyes that everyone fears.”

Culture, education and arts are their forte. “Come forward, my children.” The Emperor turns his bright golden eyes to us This close, he looks more intimating than he did before. But just as that fact becomes clearer, so does the fact that he must be ill. His skin is dull and sunken, and his fingers shake just slightly. I saw firsthand what happens when a Lycan loses their soulmate. The Empress passed away more than twenty years ago. And the Emperor is still alive and in his right mind. He must have formidable mental strength. If for nothing else, he has my respect for that.

Boring and unentertaining. Then in the center of the room was a woman with blond hair and hazel eyes. The Emperor gasped as he saw her, he was dumbstruck at her beauty. She was in belly dancing dresses. She was dancing gracefully in front of him. As she moves around the dance floor, the Emperor’s eyes followed her everywhere. He fell in love with her that evening. The more he watched her the more he wanted her. He couldn’t wait to have her that night. When the dance was over the Emperor walked over to Diana and lifted her chin to him. He looked into her hazel eyes and admired them. “You got beautiful eyes,” he said to her.

it wasn't gold just like earlier but it was turned to brownish. The Emperor look at her, "Because of?" Zelia's eyebrow was still wrinkled, she's sure that she wasn't imagining the color of His Majesty' eyes and her eyes weren't playing with her. To make sure, she grabbed the hand of the Emperor making the Emperor losses her balance and ended up crushing to Zelia's neck. The Emperor's face was on Zelia's neck, inhaling the sweet flower fragrance of her scent. The Emperor immediately move his face away from Zelia's face and he look at Zelia's expression who still have the same expression earlier—a calm expression like she's saying she doesn't mind at what happened.