Emperor Steel Novels & Stories

I was at a loss for words with what he just said. It was not because Julian had indeed probably sold me to him but the fact that he actually had the audacity to place a cheap value on me. As an immortal, no amount of human money or wealth could ever buy me. The shamelessness of this man was astonishingly annoying. He may be a man whose good looks could turn the heads of women and whose voice could make them obey whatever he said, but it was not even enough for me to be happy with.

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.

And at the highest row, shrouded in darker garments —Caligo observers that have sharp eyes, quiet and watchful. Her breath hitched. She looked ahead—and her stomach dropped. The Emperor and Empress stood at the center of the arena. Emperor Priam—forty-two, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair slicked back, his sharp jawline shadowed by a short beard. His presence was cold and overwhelming. His deep, unreadable eyes locked onto Alessia the moment she entered. Empress Ariadne—late thirties, poised as if carved from royal marble. Her hair, dark brown and intricately braided, glimmered with embedded moonstone pins. Her gaze held both intellect and scrutiny.

I looked at him, my vision blurring slightly. He stood and took a velvet box from a servant, opening it. Inside was not a diamond ring, it was a pure gold family ring. "Isabella," he said, his gaze steady and intense. "This ring represents half of the power of the De Luca family. "I place it in your hands." "From today on, you are not only the heir of the Costa family. "You are also the lady of the De Luca family." I looked at him. At the man powerful enough to shake the entire mafia world, then standing before me, offering half his empire without hesitation.

The more she thought about it, the heavier it felt… like something was wrong, just out of reach. She couldn’t quite name it. Ten minutes later, the towering outline of the Stellar Grand Hotel appeared ahead, its golden lights glowing against the night sky. Aurelia slowed slightly. Luxury cars lined the entrance. A red carpet stretched toward the grand doors. Everything looked polished… extravagant. Then something caught her eye: a silver Rizmo Limited Edition. Her grip tightened, and she recognized it instantly. Three years ago, when Alexander’s business had just begun to rise, she had quietly used her connections to secure that car for him, one of only a hundred in existence.

Together, the eight leaders followed the Emperor and Empress up the golden steps of the elevated High Altar dais. At the center of the High Altar stood the Coronation Anvil—a low, circular table carved from meteor-steel and inlayed with four distinct elemental conduits: black volcanic basalt for the surface, jade for the sky, abyssal iron for the sea, and star-iron for the moon. Resting upon a cushion of dark velvet in the center of the anvil was the Crown of the Sovereign Heir.

Then, from toe to head again. As he stared at her, there was a glint in his eyes. He was very excited. It had been a long time since he last saw such a gorgeous woman. He wanted to take her. He had to get her! He chuckled as he said, “Emma Hill from Hill Manufacturing Company?” Emma felt frightened after he stared at her with his wicked gaze. She hid behind Thomas and said, “Yes, it’s me. My grandfather, Richard Hill confirmed with you yesterday to purchase a batch of steel. May I know if you have any stock here?”

And there, sitting on a throne of liquid gold, was the Emperor of the East. ​He did not look like the man Lin had described. He was young, his features sharp and beautiful, his skin a radiant bronze. But his eyes were not human. They were two perfect spheres of emerald glass, reflecting the entire room in a thousand different facets. ​“You are late, Winifred,” the Emperor said, his voice echoing with the resonance of a thousand bells. ​“Where is the Emperor?” I demanded, stepping in front of Winnie.

With all the sacrifices I made for him, I would never let him be happy in the arms of another woman! Emyr is my true Mate. Yes. And we keep it a secret from others. While Aster is the crowned Emperor, he is the people’s symbol of power and I have to convince him that the baby inside me is his until the time comes that he has no choice but to crown me as his Empress.

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