Evil Emperor Novels & Stories

Mira stumbled back until her spine met the rough wall, trapping her. His eyes burned with rage, muscles tensed. "Lord Daemon despises your kind. He finds great joy in eradicating vermin like you. What did you do to earn his favor?" Panic clawed at Mira's throat. She glanced at the door, longing for escape. "I swear, I've done nothing wrong." "Liar!" he thundered, closing the distance until he loomed over her. His hand shot out, gripping her jaw tightly, forcing her to meet his stare.

Two World The world was divided into two it was the world of human and the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is the name given to the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is divided into four territories and these are, 'Vlademort' territory of vampires, 'Wulf Mensis' territory of wolves, 'Deitas' kingdom of gods and goddesses, Maguš territory of witches or wizards. And the last is Orphan this is the kingdom under the earth.

Eric took slow walks around her, thinking of the necessary part to start from. He stopped walking and squatted in her front, he wanted her to see his face while he explained the whole thing to her. “I am the son of Evans Draco, the fourth most dangerous man in the mafia world.” He stated with pride and he could see the shock on Rebecca’s face when he said that. “Wanna know who the first is?” He asked, but he didn’t get a reply. Rebecca’s curious gaze was already a reply for him, so he continued. “Your father, Michael Lucas.”

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

I wanted to meet him sooner. The Blood Tyrant. The Emperor. The monster. I closed my eyes. And for the first time in years… I dreamed of blood.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

“Come on, Evan… My virtue is on the line. Devin’s fortune will double if you don’t get Cali pregnant ‘before’ the wedding.” I shook my head in resignation, “you don’t even have a virtue!” Klaus glared. I glared back. How can they make a bet when I’m on the brink of losing my shit! Why am I cursed with friends like Devin and Klaus? “HE’S ZAKHAROV’S BASTARD!!!” Egor’s voice snapped both of us from our trance. The poor blooded man sobbed, begging for mercy. “Please… let me die.” “Dolce paradiso,” Klaus mumbled, disbelief and wonder washed over his face. “I’m in love.”

Gasps and growls from the horrifying creatures and the giggling of the witches erupted as they watched Lucius walk away from the wooden pole. “Brother!” He called out to Axl who was busy talking to Mister Drake. “What are you doing, Lucius? You’re going to get yourself killed.” Emily jogged up to him with a worried look. She caught a glimpse of his hands elevating. He clenched and unclenched his hands, tiny sparks emerged from his skin and he grinned at her, “Thanks to you, I’m back.” Does that mean he’s fully regained his immortality? Emily became speechless. Words didn’t dare to form inside her mouth and escape so freely. Because of her, he’s back to what he was before. But this wasn’t sup

He looked like a dark god, cut from pale marble and left to breathe. The Vampire Emperor wore a tailored suit in charcoal and crimson. His hair was raven-black, his eyes, not that bright feral ruby my soldiers had, but a deep abyssal maroon. He didn’t sneer or play at being cruel. He didn’t need to. He just radiated an ancient, suffocating calm, way more terrifying than the Prince’s loud explosive temper. He didn’t have to shout over the wind. He spoke straight into my mind. You wield the fire of the earth, little Luna, the Emperor’s voice pressed in, cold and smooth as polished glass. But fire cannot burn a vacuum. If your ghost-ships touch my blood-barrier, your entire armada will be atomi

He roared with pride. "It’s the start of the bloody night. It’s the beginning of my era. Be prepared for hell. Be prepared for the immortal life of your Ferocious Emperor. I am the LORD. I am the Power. No one could stop me. No one could deny to obey me. Just a few days, and I will rule over the world". He shrieks while raising his hands in the air.