Emperor's Hand Star Wars 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 kind you earn by choosing yourself—again and again—until the world finally reflects the life you built. The stars burned quietly above. And the empire she built— The one no one could take away— Stayed.

Inside rested dozens of old albums. The earliest dated back nearly seventy years. Seraphina pulled on a pair of gloves. Then began searching. Hours passed. Photographs blurred together. Business meetings. Family vacations. Award ceremonies. Birthdays. Funerals. The history of an empire. Most proved useless. Then Seraphina froze. "Damian." His head lifted immediately. "What?" She held up a photograph. His expression changed the moment he saw it. The image looked old. Approximately fifteen years old. Taken at some formal gathering.

Lorenzo’s hand instantly flew to the holster beneath his jacket but I raised a hand stopping him. I looked at Luke, completely unbothered. I had been hearing his pathetic insults since I was a child. He was a weak spoiled child. He had the legacy, but I had the brains and the brutality. That’s why our father had passed him over to let me run the empire until I completely took over kicking my own father out of the board seat. "Keep drinking, Luke," I said smoothly, not even slowing my pace as I walked past the staircase. "Maybe one day you'll finally drink enough to forget that I own the roof over your head."

At the critical moment, a blue and a red phantom shadow rushed in from the void of the formation. They circled the two phantom hands holding Lesia’s Sword Light, spinning swiftly and breaking the hands with two sharp cracks. “Ah!” Emperor Stavros screamed. The phantom shadows enveloped Lesia and pulled her away into the air.

"Once upon a time? Tadhg Walter, are you still planning to kill us in this Void Kill world?" The Great Fire Emperor calmly said. "This is our world, our power here is limitless, you are here, the only thing you can do is be killed by me." "Hehe, this kind of thing, how do you know if you don't try it?" Tadhg Walter sneered again, his hand suddenly shook, a loud sound rang out, visible to the naked eye, a green ax appeared directly in Tadhg Walter's palm. It is the Emperor's weapon, the hammer of ghosts and gods!

LISA “You have just five minutes, five minutes, and you are out of here, and I mean it this time, Zayne.” Listening to him would give me the closure I needed to move on, and I knew Zayne. When he set his mind on achieving something, nothing ever stopped him. Halfway through hearing him speak, I was already soaked in tears. I had no idea what being an Emperor truly meant. “I didn’t want to get you involved in all of this. I thought the fight would be very messy, but it seems this Emperor only has to think a word.”

“Gather every man we have, drag those bastards to the old field. I want their heads severed and mounted on the streets like flags. They think they’ve gotten brave, they think I have gone soft. Let me remind them who rules this city. Let me remind them what happens when you dares to touch what’s mine.” I ended the call with a tight grip, my knuckles pale from the pressure. I had built this empire on blood, fear, and loyalty and it seemed some fools had forgotten. They’d learn again tonight. Turning from the window, I barked another order into the intercom. “No one is to go near my wife, Not her family, not my family, not even the fucking maids unless cleared by Oliver himself. I don’t care wh

But before I could say or do anything Valek snatched the thing from his hands so fast even I couldn’t see the full action and Emilio only flinched as suddenly the stick was out of his grip but he couldn’t comprehend where it went. There was nothing between his grip and he opened and closed his fists to make sure that the pink thing really was gone. He then looked up at his father, “Daddy?” “It’s a lightsaber, Emilio!” I could see he was a little panicked but he managed to get an excuse out but I seriously wonder, is that a good excuse?? Because it doesn’t sound like it is. “What?” Emilio tilted his head and tried to peek at the tool that Valek was hiding behind his back.

His shaking fingers went to tie his long blue hair as he went to gaze at the stars. At the same time the Emperor also woke up with unsettling feelings in his heart. Unable to rest, he went to see the palace's astrologist. "William!" shouted the Emperor. "Emperor, I'm over here," said William. "Did you feel it too?" "Yes. I did." "I don't know what it is, but I got this terrible feeling." "This premonition is bad omen." "What!" "Look, the star cross lover is unbinding." "What?"