Emperor's Hand Star Wars Novels & Stories

"Oh my, Mr. Morpheus, it's been a long time. You still possess your unique charm. These guards are indeed very diligent, but they're like nothing at all in your presence." During their conversation, Emperor Fraener descended from the steps, approached Morpheus as if he had encountered a long-lost friend, and reached out to hold Morpheus's hand, reluctant to let go. Morpheus' hands radiated a youthful glow. Meanwhile, Emperor Fraener's hands were covered with wrinkles as the two stood together, creating a sharp contrast. "Oh, no, not at all." Morpheus said with a calm expression, "Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to still look so good after so many years."

What is in your hand is a purely political issue in our continent. It is an emblem of those foreign force that was hired to eliminate the emperor and his entire family from the surface of this continent about twenty years ago.

It was cold and calculating. And then he moved. He was a blur, faster than any man should, or could be. One moment, he stood several paces away and the next, his hand was wrapped around Cade's throat. He lifted his bulky form from the ground as though he weighed nothing. Cade gasped as he struggled for breath. The herb he clutched tightly slipped from his fingers and tumbled to the ground as he grasped onto the emperor's fingers. “You forget who I am,” the emperor growled, eyes glowing with dark shadows. “I am the great emperor of the seven kingdoms who united them with my sweat and blood. I am the sovereign ruler and now I have moved beyond the realm of mere mortals. I am the ultimate one.”

Ren said in a low voice as he gestured for Shin to remain still. “It is all going as planned. I won’t meet with the representative, so please give these terms from the Emperor of the Flame Dragon Empire to the representative. If he agrees to all the terms, we will cease this war and retreat at once,” Ren stated emotionlessly, handing the young soldier a scroll bearing the empire’s crest. “Yes, Your Highness,” the messenger replied stiffly. “I’ll go along to meet the representative. Ren, you stay here with the guards…” Shin said as he followed the messenger.

My group and I get ready to fight against the massive yellow drill wisp. Back at Shattered Inkopolis. Emperor was looking over the land that he destroyed, Maeka looked at Emperor, holding Solaris’ necklace. Maeka then sees another inkling revived by Emperor, her name was Black Rose. “Planning to lash out at me after what I have done long ago?” said Emperor with a sigh. Black Rose and Maeka were shocked to hear what Emperor said, Black Rose and Maeka didn’t say a word. “Who’s this inkling?” Black Rose asked Maeka. “Emperor, one of Arnold’s inkling characters he created” said Maeka. “Its Inkcanius Maeka” Emperor interjected.

His other hand cupped her breast, toying with the nipple between his fingers. She breathed in hard, arching against him as his hand slid down from her abdomen to her thigh, then back up again… Raven stood up on her tip toes, fingers curling. He moved so, so slowly, balancing her body between his hands. She was entirely in his hands, suspended on the point of whatever came next. Her body already knew, her pussy tensing. She waited, teeth biting into lip, as his hand lifted the hem of her skirt. “Kade,” she whined, just in the moment before his fingertip hit her eager clit.

He looked like a dark god, cut from pale marble and left to breathe. The Vampire Emperor wore a tailored suit in charcoal and crimson. His hair was raven-black, his eyes, not that bright feral ruby my soldiers had, but a deep abyssal maroon. He didn’t sneer or play at being cruel. He didn’t need to. He just radiated an ancient, suffocating calm, way more terrifying than the Prince’s loud explosive temper. He didn’t have to shout over the wind. He spoke straight into my mind. You wield the fire of the earth, little Luna, the Emperor’s voice pressed in, cold and smooth as polished glass. But fire cannot burn a vacuum. If your ghost-ships touch my blood-barrier, your entire armada will be atomi

It doesn't, Amber. "Amber, stop." But her hand stayed put. I glanced around to find Camille chatting animatedly with Ethan & Wes at a distance from the two of us. There were a lot of people right around as well, and causing a scene with my ex was one of the last things I wanted to do right now. And before I knew, a hand was wrapped around my bicep – and when the familiar deep & woody & exotic scent of sandalwood drifted to my nose, I heaved a sigh of relief.

"The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood." Upon hearing the information about the Emperor, Finesia wasn't able to think straight. There's no way that the Leonardo she met is the Emperor himself, it's impossible. "Is there any other information about him? Like his eyes... yes, his eyes! What's the color of it?" Finesia asked remembering the sparkling color of azure eyes of the man she met. "It's like a color of an ocean-" Jeneva wasn't able to finished her words when Finesia slammed the table, she looks exhilarated as she grabbed Jeneva's hands while her eyes were sparkling.

About the threads pulling toward the ship's central section with the specific and patient ferocity of something that had crossed two systems and a dying planet and twenty-three days of deliberate invisibility and was still, still, entirely certain of where it was going. I looked at the stars for one more second. Then I fixed my expression. Picked up my folder. Walked toward the domestic staff section. And somewhere behind the bulkhead ahead of me, in the imperial command center of a flagship that was going to become, over the next weeks, considerably smaller than the galaxy it moved through — the Emperor of the Void Empire sat at his calculations with his violet eyes and his engineered perfe