Emperor Steel Novels & Stories

It's a coordinated attack, so D stopped integrating new rogues into our pack until we figured it out. Stepping into the room Em takes my breath away. She's standing before the window, the light forming a glow around her. She looks every bit of the angel she is with her white dress that lays over her body perfectly. For carrying to pups would never know it. Nothing about her changed besides her belly, even that you wouldn't believe there were twins in there. She's gorgeous.

“Isa pa pong masamang balita kamahalan, dahil nakuha na po ng mga kawal ng Sylverstein ang kagubatan kung kaya’t hindi na makapasok doon angating mga kawal” “Pambihira! Mga inutil kayo! Magmadali’t umalis na kayo dito! Siguraduhin niyong hindi sila makakalapit sa Emperyo!” Galit na sigaw ng Emperador na siya namang agad na nagsi alisan ang kaniyang mga heneral. ***

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach

It was decorative but thick and sturdy. "Very good. Tie it off and lower it." The Emperor encouraged her. While she worked, he found a weak spot in the stone just above his head and thrust his sword deep into it. The blade was damaged from the run-in with the dragon, but it would still do for this purpose. The rope came down and, as Devrim expected, it was too short for him to reach. Using the windowsill of the lower floor and the sword, the Emperor used his makeshift staircase to reach the rope and pull himself inside.

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”

People made up all sorts of wild guesses. All over the land, people looked towards the capital with a mix of awe and worry. The Emperor had returned, and he had brought an order that would change Kaldor completely. The old ways were being questioned, and the future, for the first time in a long time, felt unsure, hard to predict, and strangely, excitingly, alive. And somewhere, in the dark parts of the royal palace, I waited, wondering how this Liora would react when she found out that the man she saved, the man she promised to care for, was the Emperor who had now declared her his Empress.

If anything, they sounded almost encouraging. I smiled to myself before opening the next file. House Blackmoor. Iron mines. Large weapon forges. Strong military. Several famous generals had come from the family over the last century. One detail caught my eye almost immediately. “They’ve supplied the Imperial Army with steel for over a hundred years.” Magnus nodded. “They have.” “And they’ve never missed a delivery.” “They haven’t.” I looked up. “So they’re trustworthy.” Magnus raised an eyebrow. “Are they?”

Elara watched the city breathe from the penthouse window. Night lights blinked like promises that never kept. The room smelled of lemon and old perfume. Glass and steel held everything together up here. It fit Adrian—clean, sharp, cold. He came in without knocking. He moved like a man used to being obeyed. He took off his coat and did not look at her. He poured himself a drink with hands that did not tremble. “Elara.” His voice had no heat. “We sign tonight.”

"What?" "How could...it be like this?" The Northern Emperor was taken aback. If not ten percent, then eighty percent of his strike's power, and the sword he used was far from ordinary. It would be too humiliating for him to use a large road item as one of the eight Emperors. His sword, the Nine Star Tyrant Sword, was one step away from being a supreme weapon… Despite having many supreme weapons, the Northern Emperor still preferred this Nine Stars Tyrant Sword because this weapon, which had followed him for the longest time, was also gradually upgraded and had great potential. In the future, it was expected to outperform the supreme weapons.

I’m in Cillian Veyne’s body, lean, chiseled, cock annoyingly sensitive as always, dressed in a silver-embroidered black suit that screams scholarly power. My harem flanks me: Ardyn, regal in gold, emerald eyes scanning the crowd; Kaelen, stormy gaze softened but obsessive, hand brushing mine. Zane, silver hair tied back, rogue smirk sharp as he eyes the exits. My fangirl heart’s losing it. The emperor and empress in the flesh! Emperor Valtor, broad-shouldered with a gray-streaked beard, exudes authority, his crown glinting as he toasts our victory.