Evil Emperor Novels & Stories

King Erebus was a very cruel, brutal, savage, barbaric, bloodthirsty, murderous, vicious and practically pure evil. Everyone feared him and would shrink back as they bowed when he walked past. He was over a millennium old and still hadn’t found his fated mate, the human half gave in to the grief and loneliness many centuries before allowing the Wolf to have full control.

Ivar said. "Look at their intent. Is it evil?" "But what is evil father? Why do we have to live in hiding like this? Those Seekers who came here, I want to know what they want." "Ivar, the emperor himself fears that our existence could hinder his plans in the future. He wants total control over his dominion and he sees us as a threat to his position as the all powerful ruler. You ask what is evil. Evil is a selfish thought that manifests through action— an intention that aims to benefit only oneself while causing harm to others.

With the increase in strength, he was able to repel his arms away from my grip. "You are an Evil Spirit!" I recalled. Oren smiled, and introduced himself, "I'm Imperator Nero Cladius Divi Claudius filius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, the Black Emperor of Ancient Rome." "Wait, the infamous emperor known for murdering his step-brother Britannicus, with whom he was meant to relinquish power, and proceeding via his wife Octavia, whom he abandoned for his mistress, Poppeaea?" Sahra recited. "Why does he look so proud, being seen as a bad guy in Roman History is definitely not a good thing. I personally don't want people to know," Gwyneth said.

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

He is staring at a pool of frozen blood. “Sir…” Timur’s voice echoes in his head but Dmitri ignores it. His red eyes are on the blood pool. “It seems that the Emperor is now using his old friends,” he finally says to Timur. “Are you saying that the Emperor of Ezealyra is behind this?” Timur frowns. “Yes. This is his style. The Undead are not as stupid as we think. They are highly intelligent creatures and they have aligned themselves with him.” “How can you tell, sir?”

"I am not holding you." "..." This bastard! "Since you admit your crime, I will be lenient." The emperor took a step toward me, putting his hand in the hilt of his sword. "It seems that you don't even know who the emperor of this country is." Fuck! Why did I call him an emperor? He's not an emperor yet. Dante Scheledrus Wyrm tilted his head as if he was expecting me to do something. I swallowed. "What is my crime?" "It's a crime to steal from the dead." He bent down on his one knee in front of me. With a low voice, he told me, "Don't you know?"

They were guilty. Their greediness led them to the third war between The Kings (First and Second) and The Emperor (Shadow). They had no respect for Shadow and they feared her at the same time. It was so ridiculous. Eagle squeezed his eyes for a moment, rephrasing his sentence. “I, hereby, The Emperor of the Underworld is declaring my own death to you guys. This emperor also will be buried at a secret place where no one can access it and will disappear from their sight. The end.”

it kept on yelling at Abednego. "The game is now, to bring him down, the time is ripe for Igodo forest, yes, for the entire evil forest to drink his blood," the things thundered as it crunched down on the head of Matendechere and chewed, laughed and cried as it devoured her flesh from slit area. Licking the blood that was dropping from the head. Abednego's mind, body, soul weren't prepared for this moment. The thing pulled bowels out from the lifeless body of Matendechere. Abednego's world… shattered and crumbled right before his very eyes.

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed