Emperor Splatoon Novels & Stories

Proud and yet calm was Emperor Ao, that his mere appearance looked indomitable and intimidating enough. Boom! Tidal waves of flames drove forward like a stampede, causing the earth to quake and shake. Then, as easily as swatting a fly, Emperor Ao swung a hand to slap away everything, casually nullifying Louis's incredible attack. "ARGHHH!" Louis howled. What looked like a simple slap by Emperor Ao with his hand caused the magma below Louis's feet to bubble and boil as more ground under his feet cracked and split open.

LUCY I matched back into the room to replug my phone, then went into the Living room to find Aurelio awake, stretching languidly. God-damned it, this man is fucking hot. I noticed he'd showered and changed into flesh clothes while I was asleep. The white shirt and black jeans he wore gave him that simple vibe, and still made him look more stunning. He sure knows how to wear his clothes because he looks fantastic in both casual and office wear.

“See what?” “Oh, you will see. Now I know what you’re happy with, and not happy with, playing will be a hell of a lot more fun.” I nod, not disagreeing. “I have something for you, take a trip to the bathroom.” He holds out a small bag, taking it I walk through and lock the door. Opening the bag I laugh. A love egg, and of course the control is missing. Moving I insert it, washing my hands I walk back out. As I get into Diesel’s line of sight the vibrations begin. I bite the inside of my cheek as I walk to him.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

You must never leave before I leave. What kind of power game was that? I closed my eyes for a second and tried to steady my emotions, I didn't want to cry...not today. I was here to work. To earn money. To afford the necessities. To survive for my mum and I. That was it. Whatever this was, the push and pull, the memory of his body, the impossible tension humming beneath the surface. I had to kill it. Fast.

A few moments after the Chiefs entered, his father's arrival was announced by the royal herald. "His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of the continent, Emperor Vulcan of the Estor tribe is coming in now! Please stand to greet and honor him!" The Herald declared, stamping his heavy staff on the hardwood floor. The emperor entered the chambers looking as regal and tall as ever despite being well into his fifties. He sat down at the head of the table and nodded his head; a signal that meant he had accepted their greeting and they could all sit down. Before the emperor could speak, Daegal immediately got a word in. "Chief Davit, what is the situation of the riots in Alsayf? Are they getting better

To be a fortress, a system of allies rather than a web of personal connections. When the head of his father’s security detail sat him down that night and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the fatal car crash that supposedly killed his parents had been staged, he didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. It was the natural way for them to go. With assassin’s bullets in their skulls. If whoever killed them had expected the empire to crumble, though, they were woefully mistaken. There was absolutely nothing that could shake the company’s foundations, not while he was alive. He would never disappoint his father and mother, not even in death.

The man wore a coat that did not belong to the road. It hung on him like a uniform. Rain made the asphalt shine. The van’s engine ticked. Sophia’s hands were white on the seat. The child slept under a thin blanket, small and warm, fingers curled around a loose string. Elara watched the man the way you watch a storm move in. He had a face like paper—no softness, no mistakes. Up close, his eyes were too steady. He did not show a badge at first. He just said, “Elara Vale.”

King Chu shook his head; he and We Yan had already discussed this, but We Yan’s answer hadn’t put his mind at ease. “We Yan did become a member of a power on the Mainland, but he didn’t tell me which one. And there is an empire that holds sway over our hundred kingdoms—yet we’ve never met a single person from that empire except for We Yan!” He explained everything to General Ning; as General Ning heard all this from the king, his expression grew very somber. Even the glass in his hand shattered upon hearing this information, which was so painful to him.

The Emporer folds his hands across his broad chest and glares at Tendmond. "Do you understand me boy? How do you respectfully address your Emperor? Do you think?" There is total anticipatory silence as the crowd awaits to see if Tendmond will disobey the Emporer. "No. I understand, your majesty." Tendmond spits. "That's a good boy." He looks around, relishing the eyes of the nobles, making sure they hear him. “Next time any of you dares speak against my mate, I’ll see them rotting in the darkest cell I can find," He turns back to us.