Emperor Time Novels & Stories

Yukio tried to cover me but I pulled him back. “Even if the gods favored you, they can’t help you now.” He said. Why is reinforcement taking so long? “Why are you doing this, Eiji?” Yukio asked. Eiji looked at him menacingly and my instinct to protect him kicked in. “Your family has been running this Empire for too long and I think it’s time for a new Emperor.” He answered. Yukio looked calm but I knew he was angry. “You’re not fit to be the Emperor.” Yukio said firmly. Eiji’s eyes grew dim. Suddenly he burst out laughing.

Does her boss haven’t thought about that if she ever—really ever—get married and become pregnant, she’ll have to be on maternal leave for a few months right? Even though that would still happen in the far future, she still knew the personality of her boss. He bore a lot of nickname given by his employees and what really stood out was his emperor nickname. In the company, his words are the decree and must be accomplished swiftly and accordingly. A lot of employees do overtimes because of the level of difficulty and heavy workload.

clearly referred to their discussion and the reason why an emperor had to come. "Ah! I understand now, but what should we do about the empress..." Suddenly, several high-ranking officials realized the real reason Xiao Chen was bored and left immediately without explaining anything or getting angry at those who were late. Those who had been in the western continent for a long time or had served for several years and succeeded in making the western continent what it is today were suddenly very embarrassed. The first thing they had to do was introduce themselves, which was true, but the most important thing for an emperor was a report on each of his own territories.

"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

Monster Emperor Shentia rode on a heavily armored horse, while Monster Emperor Terra walked on his feet, unable to take on a humanoid form. However, he didn't fall behind. Instead, he walked steadily so that the horses wouldn't be left behind. "Old Terra, why don't you let me ride you? I am already trying very hard to keep up with you," Monster Emperor Shentia joked. "Sure. You can try, but you'd be courting death if you tried. So, I'd suggest you change your mind. I wouldn't want you to miss out on a war because you got killed by my hands," Monster Emperor Terra replied in an annoyed tone.

“Really? When? I never saw you visit the empire before. I don’t think Henry ever left the empire either.” “When he was seven.” I looked at the spare and saw his confused expression. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You must not remember it because you were just a baby. It was before the empress ordered the borders close. It was my last visit.” The late emperor had passed away around that time, but I don't think I needed to remind him of that. “He must be a great teacher,” Frederick commented as a royal butler displayed a sign with my score. I was in the lead.

“Well, you see, I sort of run an empire around a large area with lots of men and women working for me and following my orders, so it is important I monitor my safety.” She tilted her head, a thousand questions crossing her face. “Does that make you a king?” “An emperor, but... yeah.” “What’s an emperor?” “An emperor is above the kings. The kings answer to the emperor, but there’s no one an emperor answers to.” She chuckled. “My uncle Matteo doesn’t look like he answers to anyone, so he’s an emperor, too, right?” “He is. You seem quite fond of your uncle.” “I am. He even—”

They never thought that it would turn so suddenly. "Wiz Immortal!" Darryl smiled and said, "You were so smug just now. Why aren't you talking now? Come and greet His Majesty now. Why are you still standing there?" "I—" Wiz Immortal's mouth gaped open. He wanted to answer, but he only managed to mutter a word before being struck speechless. Then, Prince Auten strode forward and reprimanded Darryl. "Barely Immortal, stop being so demanding. My competition with Aurin is only starting in a hundred days. How can you announce the new emperor right now?"

He reached out and opened the document first. And froze. His eyes widened. He flipped through it again, slower this time, careful. Harbor International. Exclusive contract, no time limit, no restrictive clauses, his heartbeat quickened. “…Impossible.” He stood up abruptly and headed toward the bedroom. “Aurelia!” She had only just fallen asleep. It was nearly 3 AM. He grabbed her shoulder and shook her. “Aurelia, wake up!” Pain shot through her arm as she was pulled awake, and her ankle shifted awkwardly. She frowned, barely conscious. “…What?”

I take a sip. Maybe I was calm because I just finished speaking to Craig. My phone was with Iris now, but I knew there was a message from him. I’d send him a New Years message after the show. I wasn’t sure what our times zones were but I’d send him one at midnight. Our last message to one another, he was teasing my toes because I messed up and messed all over my toes with the gel. I have never used gel nail polish in my life and for my first time I knew I was terrible at it.