Evil Emperor Novels & Stories

Adriana Gervais, third daughter of the Emperor of the Vampiric Empire, was a mouthful for anyone to say. Privately, anyone who knew her called her Ana, because it fit her better. At six feet talk with a wild mane of auburn hair and skin that glowed under moonlight, she wasn’t someone that needed an impressive name or title. Ana wasn’t delicate like her sisters or mother in appearance. No, she was the spitting image of the female form of her father, Emperor Franco Centauri Gervais, the Emperor of the Vampiric Empire, the Blood Demon Himself.

But one common trait she learned from the people was his greed for power. “All hail, Emperor Sargan the Sunborne, Chosen of the Sun God, Ember of the Phoenix, the Father of Drava, and Ruler of the Red Empire,” Councilor Hakim announced. “Your Eminence—the Archon Hunter of Shavath, Estes Amev and Grand Hunter Lorath Morvil.” “Rise,” Emperor Sargan said impatiently. When they all stood, Larice spied his bright, brown eyes—fiercer than any blade, and his dark, curly hair, reaching down to his shoulders. He studied his subjects one by one while tapping his fingers on the armrest of his seat.

He killed many people, and fell completely into madness. Unfortunately, the Emilio of the second life still carried that kind of evil nature. Emilio's second life was the embodiment and the hidden madness and obsession that Emilio had for Ariana. Emilio of the second world is willing to do anything, if by doing so he can continue to be with Ariana.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

And now another demon has been born. Duke Ifrit only had one objective, to eliminate all the royal bloodlines of the empire to destroy the ritual and its existence. He knew the emperor cannot in any way allow the ritual to happen unless the emperor was just a husk of his former self. He was already informed by Gislain, who the real mind behind the emperor was. Ladia Brightwing, daughter of a shaman wife of the emperor. From the moment they met the duke could see the ambition and greed in her eyes. She wanted the world for herself.

I glance up at the Murano glass chandelier above. “What do you want to see, Serafina?” he asks, my name rolling off his tongue with something too smooth behind it. “Maybe the dungeon,” I reply. “Ah… looking for your friend,” Jero says easily. We reach a corner of the basement, the same direction I came from earlier. “You want to know a fun fact?” he adds. “What is it?” “I’m the one who captured Kael. You know ‘Invisible’ is his codename, right? All those successful missions,” he says.

He informed them, his gaze, particularly on Elvira. "You already know Shakie and Kim, Xander and of course me." He went on, then turned to his look-alike, seated with Kim, "That's my twin, Aiden. I guess you must have already figured we're twins." He snickered, averting his gaze from his brother, back to Elvira. "Nice to meet y'all, I'm Elvira and she's Keira," Elvira spoke on her and Keira's behalf, while the latter mouthed an indistinct hi to the group.

He was handsome outside but rotten inside. He stood up, stomped over to me, and held me up with one hand wrapped around my neck. He stared deep into my bright silver and blue eyes. My hands clutched his hand while trying to loosen his grip. I couldn't breathe as he yelled in my face. His hot breath smelled like rotten cheese. 'You dare ask favours of me? After we already allow you to sleep in the attic and allow you to eat our leftovers? You are the pack slave and nothing more, which means you get nothing more! You’re nothing but a filthy servant!' he yelled.

Or was he a lonely person trapped in isolation that he had created out of a desire to be untouchable? “Isn’t that right, Amelia?” Evelyn asked me. Shit, I wasn’t paying attention. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked her, slightly embarrassed. She huffed, then said, “I said, Adrian is the broodiest, moodiest man that’s ever walked the Earth.” Without hesitation, I agree, “Oh, absolutely.” Adrian shot me a dark look, “I’m not broody. You two aren’t allowed to hang out anymore. Evelyn is a bad influence. She never listens to anything I tell her. In fact, she’s a horrible assistant and a bully.”

"I know you are all in doubt, this is a nourishing tonic specially for women like you, drink everyone so each of you will be energetic when you will take your turn to serve His Majesty. I don't mean any harm, how would I harm you? Harming the Emperor's women is equivalent to treason, and that isn't my thing. I was tasked by his Majesty to maintain the peace in his harem thus this is my way... Everyone who refuses will face the wrath of my sword!" *** An: THIS ONE refers to someone who calls herself or himself instead of his title.