Emperors Domination Novels & Stories

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

“Isa pa pong masamang balita kamahalan, dahil nakuha na po ng mga kawal ng Sylverstein ang kagubatan kung kaya’t hindi na makapasok doon angating mga kawal” “Pambihira! Mga inutil kayo! Magmadali’t umalis na kayo dito! Siguraduhin niyong hindi sila makakalapit sa Emperyo!” Galit na sigaw ng Emperador na siya namang agad na nagsi alisan ang kaniyang mga heneral. ***

I didn't realize that I stared at him for far too long. Students were already lining up at the quadrangle when I got there. There, I saw another professor. ''State your name'' he said with a demanding voice. * In this world where every empire endeavors to make their land prosper, to do that they train every citizen who has the potential on using their mana. Ranking of who is strongest to weakest. Strongest being applaud and adored while weaklings discriminated and degraded. Four dominant empires that ruled the world till today. Selvestria, wealth is not a problem.

"Most have never heard of the Iron Crescent Dominion at all. Those few who have offer only fragmentary, secondhand accounts, whispered rumors from traders who venture considerably further west than our own established routes typically reach." "What do those fragmentary accounts suggest," I asked, gathering our trusted circle within the council hall that had witnessed so many significant turning points throughout this remarkable, ongoing journey. "Concerning consistency," Bertram admitted. "Every account describes a vast empire, considerably larger than our own confederation, ruled through absolute, centralized authority under this Commander Voss. Several merchants described entire territorie

On their last day in the woods, Eloy woke up first. He felt the two set of firm arms around him. Eloy always wondered these days as they got physically close if the emperors would like it if he initiated touches. He would like to. Emperor Adharva's hair was strewn all over his face. He wanted to move it away. But the man intimidated him on some level. And Mithraos had always been indifferent after they grew up. Earlier he used to play with Eloy's hair a lot.

It was pure. “They dared to piss on our gates, then went home by laying our dogs on pure trash,” the Emperor whispered, his voice creeping slowly through the pores of every elder present. Not a cry of fury, but rather a promise of absolute death. "Alexander Sterling... you may be immune to banking sabotage, but let's see if your European fangs are immune to pure dragon blades." The Emperor stood up. His golden silk robe fluttered. For a hundred years, he never left his throne in Asia. But tonight, pure imperial prestige had been slapped right in his face!

Kain and Darius dropped to their knees at my feet, eyes locked on my exposed sex with raw hunger. “Goddess…” Kain breathed, voice thick. “May we please you here? In front of the empty thrones where we once ruled alone?” I leaned back, trying to keep my composed mask even as my cheeks burned. “You may. But only if you beg properly. Tell your pack’s throne who owns you now.” Darius pressed his face against my inner thigh, kissing and licking upward. “You own us, gooddess Raya. These cocks, these tongues, these asses — they belong to you. We’re your filthy alpha slaves. Please let us fuck you senseless on our own throne.”

It was a sound she had not thought she would hear again: a measured step that belonged to someone used to rooms with glass and steel. Elara’s heart thudded hard. The step moved closer. The small sound of metal on floor felt like a clock. The man in the hallway straightened. Mara’s jaw tightened in a way that made her hands close. The door opened all the way. He stood in the doorway like a man who had been carved from two lives—one that loved and one that learned not to. He was taller than he remembered from the last time she had seen him; time makes men larger or smaller depending on how you look. His hair caught the light.

Whoever she was, she had to be strong, powerful, maybe even dangerous to sit on that throne. "No one knows yet," my assistant replied. "But her identity will be made public soon." Could this be someone I already knew? Had she been working quietly in the shadows of business? Well, we’d all have to wait to see who owned the empire now. I paused for a moment before turning back to him. "Send our condolences to the Smithfield family immediately. Flowers, and a gift as well," I ordered. "Yes, sir," he said, quickly typing into his tablet.

In its place stood towering black gates carved into a mountain of dark stone, jagged banners lining the walls, each marked with the sigil of a wolf crowned in iron. The Iron Fang Empire. So this was it. Rows of armored soldiers stood in perfect formation, unmoving as statues, their armor dark, heavy, and stained from countless battles. Their presence alone pressed down on the air. Power. Control. Violence contained beneath discipline. I stepped down from the carriage. Slowly. Every movement deliberate. Every breath measured. Eyes turned toward me. Hundreds of them. Cold. Judging. Disinterested. I ignored them. Let them look. Let them judge.