Novel & Cerita Eyes Of The Emperor Book

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

Or maybe it was something else, something subtle that her senses couldn’t quite catch but that her intuition had. As for the Emperor, he seemed - unaffected. Bored. She didn’t know what to think of him when he was so different from what she had always imagined. She had expected wise eyes, a serene face, the countenance of a patient father who had raised too many children to be surprised by anything anymore. Instead, he’d turned out to look like a young, angelic-looking man with an impatient frown and a sharp but beautiful frown. He looked like he would much rather be anywhere else than here.

They all scattered on the dark floor. The Emperor took one notebook, opened it, and read. “The Way of Dragons,” he skimmed the pages. “Fascinating …” Then he handed it to Quarth. “Please … spare my drafts …” Tears started fall on the floor, right under Estevan’s bloodshot eyes. “What’s this?” the Emperor picked another and read. “The Chronicles of Drava …” “No … Not that … please …” Estevan begged. “Not that … Your Eminence …”

This also showed that the Cruel Emperor’s body was as tough as steel itself. Although the Cruel Emperor had been struck with great force - and certainly being smashed into steel wasn’t helpful at all - his eyes were still clear. As a man who had fought for many years he knew the importance of keeping your mind clear and your eyes glued to your opponents always. That was right up there with ‘don’t you dare lose’. So, the Cruel Emperor kept his eyes on his opponent. Even when his mind shook and his brain begged him for relief, he did not close those eyes. His eyelids did not even twitch. And it was because he kept true to the instincts he had developed over the years that he was able to see it

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.

Balang said slowly. "Emperor Balang, another human has appeared in our world! This is what he looks like," Tiger King said before he showed the Monster Emperor Balang the image of Tsashi. Monster Emperor Balang's eyes couldn't help but widen at this news. He looked at the image for a second before returning to normal before anyone could see.

Culture, education and arts are their forte. “Come forward, my children.” The Emperor turns his bright golden eyes to us This close, he looks more intimating than he did before. But just as that fact becomes clearer, so does the fact that he must be ill. His skin is dull and sunken, and his fingers shake just slightly. I saw firsthand what happens when a Lycan loses their soulmate. The Empress passed away more than twenty years ago. And the Emperor is still alive and in his right mind. He must have formidable mental strength. If for nothing else, he has my respect for that.

From that day, whoever was born with crimson red eyes was considered the royal bloodline of the Bliaviroth empire. ' Sigh! The cruellest truth is the crimson eyes hold the power of manipulation. They can suppress the low ranking werewolves and rule over them easily...' I sighed in relief because it was something which helped me in becoming the emperor. The civilians accepted me as their new emperor very easily without any hesitation. " We have cleaned the blood soaked sheets, your majesty. You can now rest," the nurses informed and walked out of the bedroom. The fishy smell of blood was invading my nose. I looked at Aly and said," I can't tolerate the smell. Can you spray some perfume oils n

Her emerald eyes were cold and her expression was like an empty page of a frozen book. What happened to that bright smile she portrayed earlier? She couldn't even open her mouth again with Talia's aura. Darkness filled the tension between the two of them, she wanted to run away because of the feeling that one wrong move will cause her... Death. "Please remain quiet until the end of your time your Majesty, I don't like it when I'm being interfere with my business. They say that the more you keep silent, the more longer your life will be." The Empress shuddered with horror upon hearing what she said. The tone was definitely cold and her eyes was horrific to see, a cold malefic eyes.

“Lord Titus quickly got up and gave Titus a chair. Don't know if it's late at night, do you have something important to do?" “Yes, Your Majesty, please forgive me for disturbing you late at night. This is a book with a few things clearly written on, so please read it, The King.” Titus gave the book to the servant and presented it to the Emperor, who saw it and read it seriously. The Emperor's expression was a bit more serious than when Titus was reading this book. After reading it, The King suddenly stood up, his face showing a look of anxiety and anticipation. “SAY, WHO IS WRITING THESE CARDS!!”