Emperor Steel Novels & Stories

The greatest empire I ever created wasn’t made of glass and steel. It was made of self-respect. And it stood long after the noise faded. The water moved. The skyline breathed. And I, at last— Rested.

I turn⁠ed to⁠ Rh⁠ea. ‌I reached i‍n‌to my l‍eather tunic, pul‌ling out th‌e an⁠cient, h‍eav‌y c‍r‌o‍wn of the Northern Empire,⁠ a m⁠⁠aster‌pie⁠ce of so‍lid d‍ark steel inte‌rwoven with raw, u⁠nrefined silver-diamo‍nds tha⁠‌t had sat in‍‍ the royal‌ vault f‌or five hundr‍ed year‍s‌, w‌aiting fo⁠r a t⁠‍rue q⁠ueen w‌orthy of its we‍igh⁠t. ‍I didn't as⁠⁠k the r⁠egio‍nal l⁠ords for permission. I didn't consult a prie⁠st.

No easy way out. “If you want, I can give you a tour.” I turn to find Jero. White shirt, sleeves rolled up. Black slacks. Calm. Confident. Those green eyes watch me with quiet curiosity. “I think I’ll manage,” I say, continuing forward. “You might get lost in this maze,” he says, falling into step beside me. “Wouldn’t want trouble on your first day at the Ventura estate.” “Fine. If you insist,” I say coldly. We walk across the Carrara marble floors. I glance up at the Murano glass chandelier above.

Emperor Sunwoo even asked the Imperial craftsman to design a beautiful crown for his Empress and discarded the old one that was used by the deceased Empress Park. A beautiful Phoenix Embroidered red robe, it was made by thirty Imperial Seamstress the whole day and night and the Emperor made sure that the robe is perfectly made, It was hanging on the main chambers of Phoenix Palace where the servants are all busy running to and fro on their different jobs. Kana was sitting infront of the bronze mirror while Sheen put on his exquisite make up. He didn't stop the smile of astonishment he felt, in the modern time, he worked hard at an early age to become a general and yet, he came in this Era an

"The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus." Finesia flinched a bit as her lips parted, she doesn't know what Jeneva is talking about. Hearing Leonardo's name from someone's mouth makes her envious, it feels something wrong deep inside her. "I don't exactly understand, who is this Emperor you're talking about?" she asked. Jeneva trembles just by saying the Emperor's name. "The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood."

Liam Mathews 25 years old. A cruel, possessive and powerful man. He is the firstborn of Douglas and Alina Mathews. As his father is ruling as the Emperor, he will be the next Emperor of the mafia world. He and his family live in California. Attending the wedding of his right hand, he saw a girl and fell for her at a first sight. For her, he was ready to kick his throne and he did. Douglas Mathews 57 years old, The mafia Emperor. He is cruel and powerful. He is the father of Liam, Aiden and Bryan. Liam is the more powerful son and capable to be the emperor and he declared him as the next heir.

Steel took a deep breath and said, "I want a thousand soldiers to open the city's entrance and defend it. We're going to welcome Sir Draco home." "Yes, sir!" *** Novemton's massively secure gates opened, and a total of a thousand fully armed soldiers stood on both sides of the entrance. Steel had ordered a hundred thousand men to build these gates and walls around the city, which was completed in a few days. These were the walls that protected everyone inside from the monsters. Since Steel was the one who ordered the walls to be built, the survivors call it the Wall of Steel. They looked to him as their leader, and he protected them ardently.

I wasn’t sure if it was anger, dread, or something far more dangerous. The carriages came to a halt, and from the leading one, soldiers in gleaming armor disembarked, forming a line along the driveway. The first soldier stepped forward, holding a long scroll. His voice rang loud and clear. “Announcing His Imperial Majesty, Marcus Zenox, Emperor of the Zenox Empire!” At his words, my family sank to their knees in unison, their heads bowed low. I followed, even though my body felt stiff. The carriage door opened, and there he was.

adorned with shimmering limestones is curved elegantly along the sides. From my vantage point near the middle of the deck, the vast expanse of the beautiful blue ocean stretch endlessly ahead, but all my attention keeps drifting toward the front, the bow of the deck. The Emperor stands there. He hasn’t moved once since we started our journey. Today, he's not dressed in fancy coats, gold or fur, yet he looks even more appealing to the eyes. A white, open-necked shirt hugs his chest, tucked into tight black leather pants that show just how tall and broad-shouldered he really is. He wears no crown, or jewels, and yet it’s obvious to anyone who looks at him, that he is pure glorious and royalty.

"Good heavens! I've only heard legends about the Emperor Coin from my great-grandfather. This is the first time I've seen one!" Some young vendors were unfamiliar with the coins and asked, "Emperor Coin? What's that?" "The Emperor Coin is a collection of five distinct coins, each from a different era. They all feature the crowned portrait of a king representing their respective periods. You've likely heard of them all. Over time, the Emperor Coin became revered as sacred objects left behind by the royal family. They are truly legendary!" "It must be expensive, then!" "Expensive? Emperor Coin can't be bought with money. Just completing a Emperor Coin set is a near-impossible feat!"