Eternal God Emperor Novels & Stories

Would he really destroy past him? A thunderous beat echoed across the marble as the Heavenly Emperor rose to his feet. The whispers ceased and the hall instantly fell back into suffocating silence. “What madness possessed the three of you,” the Heavenly Emperor said, voice deep and curt. “to consort with demons?” The chamber fell deathly still. The Emperor’s cold gaze swept over the kneeling god and two witches. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?” Eron scuffled forward, chains dragging along the polished marble. He lifted his head just enough to meet that searing gaze. “Your Majesty, “I can explain—”

Had inflation become that bad? In fact, he had killed many Immortal Monarchs during that period. A Heavenly Immortal was truly inadequate, and he was not considered a hero for killing an Immortal Monarch. Thus, destroying a Heavenly Immortal would be a reversal of fortune in the real world. ‘Just wait! The omnipotent path of the Heavenly Emperor, Alex Rockefeller, has just begun!’ “Who are you?” The one who spoke wasn’t Sion, but Alex, the Divine Heir of Olympus. He rushed over

A spectator would have mistaken them for four mad men who had successfully escaped the asylum. "We are Eternals. Our will is eternal. We will rise with the Supreme One. The Universe cannot bind us. For we are its binders." In this strange atmosphere filled with the crazed looks of possibly crazy men, this solemn vow was recited. The emperor looked towards where the illusionary eternal throne stood, with the actual King of Eternal Empire seated on it and said with a kind smile, "Girl, you best remember that."

I bite my lower lip and sighed deeply. " We should go. " he politely said, resting his hand on my lower back. " He's Antonio Rego, younger brother of my father. He is also mafia. He decided things are good or bad for his people. He likes everything to work according to him. You'll speak when it requires. " he said and caught sight of me. " I had heard, you are the Emperor." I asked, " You didn't talk about it. I was thinking um.. " I stopped.

Before him stood a figure cloaked in black, face obscured by a hood. “Who are you?” Zane rasped, his throat dry and cracked. The figure tilted their head, their voice low, resonant and feminine. “I am the Guardian of Time.”

Layla grabbed her phone from her pocket, checking the screen. A message appeared that read: Welcome, Initiate. You now stand among the chosen descendants and the blessed of Olympus. Elysium Academy exists beyond mortal reach, hidden in the cradle of the gods’ last sanctuary. Here, divine bloodlines are trained to master their inherited gifts and to uphold the Balance between the mortal and immortal realms. The Six Great Houses of Elysium • House of Zeus – The Stormborn: Commanders of sky and lightning. Natural leaders; their power fuels both creation and destruction.

Kieran gulped as he carried on reading. “It does not walk, for it has no need; it does not breathe, as it has no use. It is here; it is there; therefore, it is everywhere. For you are damned, child; you can call it whatever you want, a king, a god or more. It is…” The cathedral darkened. Not with a shadow but with an absence. The constellations above blinked out, one by one, until only a single spiral remained, a burning gold against the void.

And then: the announcement. The Emperor — his father — had died. Not from illness, not from assassination, not from any of the dramatic causes that circulated in gossip. Simply died, in his sleep, old and tired, as emperors occasionally were permitted to do. The official mourning period was announced. The coronation date was set. Kael Draven Aurelios, Crown Prince of the Aurelian Empire, ascends to the Imperial Throne. I read the announcement notice three times in the back kitchen while Cook cursed at a burned pot nearby and the other servants discussed whether they'd be given a day's rest for the coronation festivities.

Locked them away. Sweat slid down my neck. My breathing steadied. Minutes passed. Or hours. I did not know. A voice outside the door made my eyes snap open. “Prepare Prince Lior.” Another voice answered. “The carriage to the Tyrant Emperor leaves at dawn.” Silence. I stared toward the door. Then slowly… I smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. “Ragnar,” I murmured. The Blood Tyrant. The monster emperor. The man this body had feared so much he chose death.