Emperor Steel Novels & Stories

I’m suddenly finding myself in the packhouse right outside of Wesely’s room. He sneers angrily at me. “You are weak, and have no place in this pack much less as my Luna. I, Wesley Steel, future Alpha of the Jade Pack, reject you, Avril West as my mate and Luna.” He shoves me to the ground, stunned. How could this be happening? Wasn’t my mate supposed to love and cherish me? I then see a pair of brown eyes looking at me lovingly. I feel warm. How do I know this color? I can see? I hear a voice. I can help you see. She says. I am Emerald, your wolf. You are special. I gasp in surprise.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

It was a design for a secondary atrium—one designed specifically for play and learning, with soft surfaces and sensory gardens. ​"You’re building again," Emiliano noted, sitting beside her. ​"I’m expanding the legacy, Emiliano," she replied. "Lorenzo is the steel. He will lead the empire. But Bianca... Bianca is the reason the empire exists. She is the beauty that the steel protects. We need to build a world that is worthy of her eyes."

What happened was bound to happen, and they could only move towards the future while finding a way to reunite with their child. The Emperor Dragon had four legs, a long body, and a head with antlers like a deer. The golden color of the emperor dragon's body made it look majestic to those who saw it. However, Long Chen felt the opposite; he felt nothing about the emperor dragon's form because what he imagined was more than what other people imagined about a golden dragon. "Now you will all die! Fire breath!" The dragon emperor breathed fire from his mouth, aiming at the group of ancestors and the group of illusion queens. It was clear that the dragon emperor wanted to destroy those who wanted

"Oh, my! Even Jeffery, the richest man in Hodbridge, has come in person. The Master of Golden Liberty is really reputable." "Not only that. Did you hear about his gift? The Emperor Sword." "What's the Emperor Sword? Isn't it just a sword? How much is it worth?" "How much is it worth? It's a priceless treasure. It was said that a domineering emperor once used the Emperor Sword. It was extremely sharp and powerful. Recently, a mysterious rich man spent 45 million dollars to buy it at an auction abroad." "What? Forty-five million dollars?" "That's right! These rich people are simply crazy."

He nodded blankly and said, "Thank you, senior, I will definitely bring this news back to my Ancestora!" Hearing this, Lumino nodded slightly, and the next moment, his figure disappeared from the place. As the Ancestora left, Emperor Sherman looked at Severin faintly, with unspeakable envy in his eyes. Although he was the emperor of Delhi, he had the cultivation level of the ninth level of the supreme paragon, and he also possessed a Metal Armored Divine Soldier. However, the Day and Night Starold was still invaluable. Otherwise, he would not have left it in the treasure vault to gather dust for hundreds of years.

This left him kicking roguishly at the desk his emperor was working on. "Are you really not going to rethink this? I mean if you like alpha Turner's daughter, how can you make her your second mate? And if she likes you as much as you proclaim she does, then surely, she would be willing to suffer a little hardship to become the empress you want, right?" He pouted. As a Lykan Beta hailing from one of the most ancient families in the Eastern Crescent Empire, Dion Stone inherited the good looks and bulging muscles possessed by all Lykan Betas.

But if there was one thing I was good at — one thing I’d learned to be good at in this hellhole — it was insurrection. He gritted his teeth. “A rebellious one, alright.” Before I could brace myself, his boot slammed into my chest. I lost my balance and fell backward. The sting from the earlier slap was nothing compared to the fire spreading through my ribs. I felt my veins pulse. He crouched down slowly. “Cole Prescott,” he said, grinding out each syllable. “You dare disobey me?” He laughed. The sound echoed through the quiet office. “How dare you. You’re nothing but a piece of filth in here. And even if you ever get out there…” His lips curled. “You’re still nothing.”

I pick a random number on the page and check the corresponding side document. 1. $1,000,000 sent to Crane Olympus... Business. 1. $1,000,000 to Crane Olympus... Heart collected. Then I check another. 15. $500,000 received from Emperor T... Payment for work. 15. $500,000 received from Emperor T... Payment for assassination of political opponent. A gasp tears out of me. The phone slips from my hand as though it's poison. As though it's blood. My hands tremble. Rage. Shock. Despair. Fear. Disbelief. Shame. Guilt. Everything crashes into me all at once.