Emperor's Hand Star Wars Novels & Stories

Yet he had now. Of the Emperor’s bloodline, there were several talents. However, the recent emergence of talents like Max The Tormentor and Kahn The Great had slighted those talents. After all, those talents were much older than Max and Kahn, and there wasn’t any of the royal bloodline who was of the generation of those two that could match up to them. Many thought the Emperor would never have the chance to produce a child that could match up to those two, yet he had. Two in fact, had made it to that level, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Max and Kahn. These two were siblings; born of the same mother and father. A rare occurrence since the Emperor was known to avoid concubines immediatel

The Emperor asked as he was still holding the hands of Zelia who was panting, and doing the inhale and exhale portion. The Old Man shook his head, "I d-dont h-have any..." That was the time when The Emperor explode in anger, he clenched his fist and ready to swing his fist at the old man who is also looking guilty but Zelia stop her by tugging his clothes. The Emperor immediately look at her softly, gone the angry Emperor and it was replaced to a soft, with full of emotion... even the Old Man waa shocked when he saw The Emperor's emotion. The Emperor supposed to remain emotionless and unshakable, but that time... all of those walls of expression has visible on his face.

The Emperor raised one hand. A sphere of darkness appeared above his palm. Inside it floated thousands of tiny stars. "Do you know what these are?" None of us answered. "They are the final memories of worlds that chose endless war." He closed his hand. The stars vanished. "They destroyed themselves." "The Void merely granted them peace." "No," Wesley replied firmly. "That is not peace." "That is surrender." For the first time... The Emperor laughed. It was not cruel. It was almost... amused. "You speak as Solarius once did."

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.

I wasn't sure how I was going to break this news to her but I had no choice because the last thing that I wanted was for her to hear it from someone else. **Leia POV** The last few weeks have gone by in such a blur. Ambrosia and I have gone back to training but not as intense as it used to be because I was still short of breath and Julie had warned us not to. "Okay so tell me again how this works." Ambrosia said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Okay, place your hand on the ground like this." I said, showing her how I lightly dung my fingers in. "Close your eyes and let it come to you, open your mind to what it is trying to tell you." I whispered. The earth was incredibly powerful and once I

But before he could even do so, the emperor got to him first. The very next second, the man stared at his hand in horror as it dropped on the ground with blood oozing out. Emery, on the other hand, was separated from him after Emperor Claus grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him. Her eyes widened upon witnessing up close how the emperor just decapitated their target before his body all fell on the ground from the second floor. Watching it drop as fire continued to rage on, she felt like she had already lost her only chance to go to the other side. As she stood there watching her last hope burning in flames, the emperor turned on his heels and walked towards her.

The big hand condensed by the evil aura flew toward Lucas. This Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Dark Races knew that it was impossible for a Lucas to block such a blow. In an instant, the big hand condensed by the evil aura arrived in front of Lucas. He held Lucas' body tightly with his big hand. It was a pity that just as Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Dark Races made his move, Lucas had integrated with Apocalyptic Legion. His current battle strength had definitely reached a powerful level. When the big hand condensed by the evil aura was held heavily on his body, there was still no change on his face.

As the boundless force approached, the youthful-looking emperor remained unperturbed. Still maintaining his calm demeanor, he said softly, "Trevor, I don't misjudge people. Not to mention, you're mistaken about something. When I said the entire Trevors would cease to exist, that naturally included you and those behind you. Otherwise, how could I claim the Trevors will be completely destroyed? "Even with all this, you're still nothing but an ant. And before me, no one deserves to call themselves a god!" As the emperor's words faded in the air, he slowly extended his hand. The boundless force, capable of warping space itself, seemed to be frozen by an invisible spell, stopping just before the

Lately, though, those episodes had been happening more frequently. He had been quietly calculating how long the Emperor might be gone this time, all while unease gnawed at him over the growing signs of mental degeneration. So when the emergency alert from the star network came through, it stunned them both. It had never happened before. Brandon and Albert followed the signal immediately. They found Alaric’s private aircraft docked near the spaceport of a remote planet. Inside, alarms blared red across the cabin as the Emperor lay unconscious on the cold floor.

He was too powerful. The blood hand was ridiculously large. It covered the sky and the sunlight and clawed at the majestic figure. It looked a little casual as if it didn't care about the extraordinary figure at all. Everyone could see that the majestic figure made a move. The huge palm carried a monstrous aura of destruction. Space was imprisoned, and the blood hand paused for a moment. It moved slower, and Emperor Ao caught it. He twisted it gently. With crackling sounds of bones, the blood hand was broken from the wrist.