Emperor Steel Novels & Stories

It was cold and calculating. And then he moved. He was a blur, faster than any man should, or could be. One moment, he stood several paces away and the next, his hand was wrapped around Cade's throat. He lifted his bulky form from the ground as though he weighed nothing. Cade gasped as he struggled for breath. The herb he clutched tightly slipped from his fingers and tumbled to the ground as he grasped onto the emperor's fingers. “You forget who I am,” the emperor growled, eyes glowing with dark shadows. “I am the great emperor of the seven kingdoms who united them with my sweat and blood. I am the sovereign ruler and now I have moved beyond the realm of mere mortals. I am the ultimate one.”

“What?” All of them were stunned. “What a powerful alchemy furnace!” “What rank is that alchemy furnace?” “I don’t know, but it must be above the Divine Rank.” Everyone was shocked. Though they knew about the Divine Rank alchemy furnace, they had not heard of an Emperor Rank alchemy furnace. An Emperor Rank alchemy furnace represented an Emperor Rank alchemist. To become an Emperor Rank alchemist, one would first have to become an Emperor. However, not every Emperor would be an Emperor Rank alchemist, and not every Emperor Rank alchemist would have an Emperor Rank alchemy furnace.

And etched into the surface was a single red rune that pulsed with a heartbeat rhythm. Thump. Thump. The monocle over Valerius’s eye whirred frantically as it scanned the object. Valerius went pale. "That signature," he whispered. "That’s... that’s impossible. That’s Alpha-Class Aether-Steel. The Emperor’s personal reserve." "It is," Tristan lied smoothly. "Or rather, it was. My foundry in the Shattered Isles has reverse-engineered the molecular bonding process." He leaned forward. "I can mass-produce this, Valerius. Armor that deflects plasma. Hulls that cannot be breached. And I am looking for a distributor on the mainland."

It was so secretive that not many Elixir Grandmasters even had the chance to witness the techniques being used. Metal emperor gold technique, wood emperor green technique, fire emperor nine-sun technique, water emperor wave technique, and earth emperor king technique — these five techniques were collectively referred to as the Hands of the Five Emperors. They were all elixir-making techniques that could only be used by Elixir Grandmasters with a certain status. Each technique was invaluable and closely guarded, that was why it could only be passed on by word of mouth. Even knowing one of the techniques could catapult an Elixir Grandmaster above the rest of the others. This was because, once

he asked, his voice low. ​"The pack was falling apart," Greta said, her tone completely flat. "You spent three years wasting time playing businessman, burning cash, and running legal cover, all because you couldn't keep your eyes off an auditor's daughter. You lost your edge, Kaelen. The Ironbound actually knows what to do with territory, and they don't waste time hiding behind humans." ​"You set up my father," I said, taking two steps forward until I was standing right next to Kaelen, staring up at the speaker. "You took four million dollars out of Apex Capital and left a sick man to take the fall for your theft."

she said smugly. "But what if?" "There is no what if? This sword style is hand-made by the first emperor of Chadel. It is vastly superior to the south's turtling swordplay. " "What was the Emperor's name again," I asked, grinning. I might have been playing hooky, but that doesn't mean I didn't study. "I—uh—it doesn't matter. What matters is that I need peace and quiet when practicing!" "Yeah yeah," I said, leaning back.

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

It sent a shiver down him and from Eloy's expression, he was completely aware of the heat the other emperor was emitting. Eloy came then and his emperor swallowed his essence. Eloy sunk into his other emperor who was nuzzling him and pressing kisses everywhere. He was thankful, for these moments and for his two men. --------------

Aakash said. It was his suggestion to send them to his village. His uncle was a wrestler, including his cousins. Andrew could never imagine their whereabouts. They would be safe. I didn't want any distractions. "This is the time when no mistake would be accepted," I told them, darting my eyes at them. No emotion was playing on my face. I didn't open up to anyone. This was the first step toward becoming a successful businessman and the emperor. "Our men are keeping close eyes on his every move. If you allow, we should allow one of our men to let Max know that he's not alone."

"If I am not mistaken, the one you're holding is a Crimson Javelin." The empress dowager is shocked at first when Emperor Yin Wenyan got it right. Even so, it didn't take her too much time to regain her composure. With her usual sweet smile on her face, the empress dowager commented. "I see. So your majesty is well-versed about this weapon."