Emperor Time Kurapika Novels & Stories

“The Drokan Empire serves only one god, Dorak Herra.” With a chuckle Prince Richard spoke, “Empire you say, you dogs have been scavenging and looting towns and growing kingdoms for years, with no Kingdom to call your own or to show for it; hiding in caves and mountains, is that what you refer to as your so-called Empire.” “Our present Lord is different Prince, Wengi iku peteng lan medeni banget (The night is dark and full of terrors.)” Zodiakal warned “Enough with your blabbering northern tongue, accept Christ and I promise you a peaceful death.”

"Who is the ruling king there? And are they werewolves as well?" **** As I immersed myself in absorbing all these new insights, I soon noticed that time had swiftly slipped away. We had the most tranquil conversation during the dewy hours of a cold rain. Our dialogue revolved primarily around the Eastern Empire. He frequently touched upon the intricacies of power dynamics and their unique system of governance, which was a monarchy. Instead of addressing their ruler as "king," they were bestowed the titles of "emperors" and "empresses." Naturally, this piqued my curiosity, especially upon learning that they weren't werewolves but wielders of nature. I must admit, that their customs and practi

And judging by who their leader is, it's not a shock that Trof is thriving this well. "Y-You mean‒where Emperor Zavda is?!" Marika squealed. Emperor Zavda, a female emperor, with royal elf blood. She's been ruling over Trof for nearly 2 centuries now, and it's the best Trof has ever been. According to the rumors, she's both intimidating and benevolent, a perfect mix of good and bad. Alessia continued to listen to Marika gush over Emperor Zavda in front of Clyde while she sat atop a pillar. Marika was picking flowers when Clyde went to her so they were outdoors, and she coincidentally found a pillar with a good view at the top.

With striking red eyes and a heavy build, he is the most experienced warrior and even at the age of sixty, he is easily the strongest one of the lot. “They were seen running out of the mansion,” Theo states. “Hapsberg is under our jurisdiction and all of us should hold the Duke responsible.” “What if we are wrong?” Another one of the elders speaks up. Everyone turns their heads towards Emperor Phillippe Costa, the youngest one of the lot. He is barely in his thirties and a handsome man with a well trimmed goatee and long, silky brown hair. Phillippe recently succeeded his father as the new Emperor of Faika, a land in the west which is known for its rich resources and the hub of all businesse

However, there is another capital, Camvel, the imperial capital, where the Emperor and his family reside. In the 11th century, the last Emperor of Dracoris died without having any descendants. A violent war of succession between the remaining members of his entourage and his political opponents broke out. After gallons of blood were spilled, Luis De Arteaga, a young marquis from the kingdom of De Toro, turned the tables and pulled off a perfect coup d'etat and came to power. Since that day, his dynasty has been ruling Dracoris. - "And finally, to close my guests of honor, I welcome my longtime friend and little sister, the Kestle family: the Duke and Duchess Hughes and Mary Kestle, who came

The Emperor hesitated. What happened... during these four years? --- He swallowed his anger. "There is another important matter." He gestured toward the young woman beside him. "Come forward." The girl obediently stepped ahead. The hall erupted into whispers. Only Kiara remained expressionless. She had expected this moment. "I wish to introduce my second daughter." "Amelia Hyperion." The whispers grew louder. The Emperor continued. "Eighteen years ago... I mistook another woman for my late wife." "From that mistake..."

After contemplating for some time, he still could not figure anything out. To get the answers he wanted, he could only increase his strength and reach the Grand Emperor Rank. However, that was too difficult. Even the greatest prodigies could only reach such a rank after tens of thousands of years. Meanwhile, the time needed for ordinary cultivators was counted using the measurement unit of ‘Epoch’. An Epoch was approximately 4.9 billion years, and a cultivator that could reach the Grand Emperor Rank in an Epoch was already considered a demon.

The servants said breathless when he caught up with the astronomer When they got to Queen Tekiya's palace, Queen Tekiya immediately ordered the astronomer to tell her whatever he went to see the Dragon king for so early in the morning, "You mean one of those sluts eggs is the next kukulkan!!!" Queen Tekiya countered with rage as she tapped her throne " Yes, Your majesty, the last kukulkan was last seen a thousand years ago, as mighty and powerful the Dragon king is, he is nothing to be compared to the kukulkan" He fully explained to the Queen.....

As the heir to the law of order, the eternal throne should not be capable of controlling two laws- edict and time. "Under normal circumstances, no he shouldn't have such an ability. But he does. Reiki wasn't chosen as heir for no reason. Even without the Book of Order's power, Reiki is mighty powerful in his own right. Back then, he was one out of four other origin artefacts that could stand toe to toe with the Book of Order and the Chaotic Flames. Reiki didn't really inherit the power of order. The Book of Order still has its control over this elusive law intact, yet it isn't a monopoly. What Reiki did was to study under the Book of Order for millions of years, through time stop of course,

"But I remember you. Tell me. How long has it been since you and that woman betrayed me? I'm surprised you managed to survive this long." The emperor had mistaken Adrian for Dragonking. Adrian replied, "It's been a thousand and two hundred years." "What? A thousand and two hundred years? That's how long I've been sealed away? Who rules my empire at the moment?"