Novel & Cerita Eternal Blood Emperor

I asked, my voice merely a whisper, "do vampires mate for eternity?" Lance took my face gently within his hands and looked directly into my eyes. "Yes, we mate not only for life, but for eternity." "Do you have a mate?" I asked, afraid of the answer. Lance smiled, amused by my interest. "If I would have, you would not be here." "Oh?" He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "You would be dead," he said. He looked away, thinking, and then back into my eyes. "Do you remember when we met?"

the old Eunuch proudly announced as he gestured to the rows of women standing in the grand hall. “Before that, I have a very important announcement to make. The woman who manages to become pregnant with the Crown Prince’s child will be immediately promoted to the Empress of the Flame Dragon Empire along with the Crown Prince ascension to the throne as the new Emperor. As per the traditions and customs of our Empire, the Crown Prince is only able to become the Emperor once his woman is pregnant with an heir to secure the royal bloodline. I sincerely hope that the future Empress of this Empire is one of you lovely ladies standing in this hall,” the Emperor announced in an authoritative booming

I started walking. And somewhere in the northern capital, in a palace that had never once held anything as inconsequential as a servant girl from Ruen, the new Emperor sat alone in his war room at dawn with maps of a continent that was already entirely his — and felt, without explanation, without precedent, without any framework in which to place the sensation: Restless. As though something that had been very far away was, slowly, getting closer. ~~~

If Roy was the ember, Kieran was the smoke. Behind them, shapes materialise from the dark: cloaked figures, armed but silent, eyes glowing faintly with prana. Men and women once cast aside – orphans, slaves, fallen knights – are now reborn into something more. Roy pulls out his half-mask and places it on his nose while the wind tugs at his cloak. A stunning drop of a bright, dark crimson teardrop jewel hangs from the mask. Roy, standing over the edge, takes a step forward and falls.

“The third thing is for you to surround the herbs with humans, and unparalleled power shall be yours. You will be the ultimate ruler, and you can never die. Immortality and infinite strength shall be yours. You shall rule your empire and make sure it grows strong, and you can make more immortals with the power I give you.” “Are you willing?” The shadow asked the emperor whose heart thumped in excitement at the thought of eternal life. Thoughts of saving his son so the legacy continues through him were out of the window. He could rule forever. He will remain the eternal emperor. He always planned on killing Cayla, so that was not a hurdle, but her mother was a different case. “Yes, I am.” He

The ritual bowl at her feet pulsed gently, reminiscent of a heartbeat. The blood within no longer flowed like a liquid. It was beginning to stir. She murmured the ancient words, from a tongue older than any scripture, and the blood began to take shape—first a circle, then the mark of flame. A name ignited in her mind. Adrianna. The final soul. The daughter of Giovanni Moretti.

“Few things about your martyr were erased from history. My forefather, the Alpha of your time was the one who ordered you killed, so the real history was passed down to me. He was known to be the only Alpha who was able to conquer you, but in his doings, he did not completely erase you. He couldn't at all. A prophecy was made that era that in another lifetime, a descendant of your lover’s bloodline shall be the one to free you.” Lucan rose up to his feet slowly, wincing with pains as he did. He pointed to Rose, “Emmett, this is the person you seek for, the one who by fate broke the spell on your ashes."

He’d been told they found his mother after a severe battle, and she bled to death after giving birth to him because they couldn’t get her to the healers in time. He’d grown up in a war orphanage where many orphans of the lower castes were housed after the war to combine the last two vampiric states into the empire. It had been a long and bloody war that spanned over three emperors’ lifetimes. Emperor Franco Centauri Gervais was called the Blood Demon because he was the one who took out everyone in his way in the most bloody manner. He’d killed his own allies in the end to make the empire one under his control.

Like the air itself got heavier. “Very well,” Varis grunted, pulling a heavy iron scroll from his cloak. “Emperor Valerius acknowledges the raw strength of your King. A full bombardment would destroy the Capital, but it would also destroy the Royal Hybrid child we have come to claim. The Emperor prefers his prizes intact.” Varis unrolled the scroll. “Therefore,” he said, like the next words were ceremonial even if they were poison, “the Emperor invokes the sacred tradition of the Old World. He offers the Blood Rite.”

Monster Emperor Taras replied with a malicious grin. Monster Emperor Taras gazed at the sun with his red eyes as he gestured slightly. All the Suns started dropping towards Tsarayu at rapid speed Monster Emperor Taras turned to look back towards Tsarayu but found the spot empty. Before he could do anything, all the Suns dropped on the empty spot, creating loud explosions and craters. The whole ground was filled with them, but the ground below monster Emperor Taras was safe and sound As monster Emperor Taras knew that Tsarayu wasn't there, he looked around and saw something which made him cough a mouthful of blood due to anger.