Emperor Time Novels & Stories

Jared let out a low chuckle, a dark, confident sound that made my blood run hot. He tilted his head, his eyes burning into mine with pure dominance. "If I wanted to bed you, Amelia, trust me... it would be easier than taking candy from a helpless baby." He leaned in even closer, his lips almost brushing my ear. "And we both know you wouldn't even try to stop me. you should get some rest, we get married in seven days." my eyes bulged in shock, "So soon?" "Of course," he said, smiling like a man who hadn't just upended my entire existence. "Don't look so frightened. Being mine is the safest place you'll ever be."

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.

… After that day, I began truly taking over the family's affairs. What did power feel like? It meant that when we discussed control of the northern arms routes in meetings, my word could decide life or death. It meant wearing the ring that symbolized the highest authority in the family, heavy and brilliant on my hand. I learned quickly. My mother said I was more decisive than she had been at my age, more ruthless. Between late-night meetings, cross-border negotiations, and bloody purges, I never felt tired. Because for the first time, time itself was in my hands.

"His Highness, the Imperial Grandson, has returned!" The cries echoed one after another, rippling outward through the entire palace like waves. Outside the Emperor's private chambers, the chief steward Edmund Linton came out to greet us personally. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Your Highness, His Majesty has been waiting for you." The doors opened. A thick medicinal smell washed over us. On the great canopied bed, the old Emperor reclined against cushions. He was gaunt and withered, barely recognizable from a year ago. The moment he saw Adrian, tears welled up in his clouded eyes.

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.”

Helena’s voice came from the tower door. She walked out onto the deck. She looked better—cleaner, fed, though still thin. She held a dataslate they had salvaged from the Command Center. "I managed to boost the signal on the comms array," Helena said. "I intercepted an encoded transmission from the capital." "And?" Tristan asked. Helena looked at them, her face pale. "The Emperor isn't just repairing the Foundry," she said. "He’s accelerating the timeline. He’s announced the Coronation."

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

All of the Kingdoms in this world, here in Caelum, are under the Devoc Empire. On the twenty-first birthday of the crown prince, the Emperor, and Empress will take down the throne for the way of the next Emperor and Empress who will rule over the next generation of the whole Empire. And according to the empire’s decree, the Emperor must have an heir immediately within two years of taking the throne. And if the Emperor fails to fulfill the decree, he will be removed from his position. Havoc is the next Emperor of the Empire. He only has one year left to marry the woman he will make Empress to fulfill the prophecy.

Richard looked at the time and it was a few minutes after 4 PM. "How am I sure that Empress would be at the meeting?" He asked himself. He looked at his phone and noticed that the last time she called him was three hours ago.