Eyes Of The Emperor Book Novels & Stories

His eyes widened. Vilfredo's quaking eyes looked down to confirm the dagger stabbing deeply into his chest. The red liquid staining his hands was its own blood. When he looked at his front, unbearably close to him, his future empress was staring right back at him. Yet, his heart was thumping loudly. The supposed yellow eyes were now nowhere to be seen. “Red… crimson…” He blabbered without thinking. Mercilessly, she pulled her dagger out of his chest and crackled lightly. The unfamiliar red eyes were smiling big with lifted cheeks. She was enjoying this, for whatever reason despite how messy she looked.

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."

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

Any cultivator, after being struck by his Three Life Eye, would become an idiot or a madman even if they woke up. But at this moment, Caspian opened his eyes, and the murderous spirit that almost turned into substance in his eyes made the old emperor feel a bone-chilling chill in an instant. At this moment, his tailbone was pressed down with a series of cracking sounds. The hair on his head stood on end. This look was definitely not something that an idiot or a madman could have. Fear welled up in the old emperor’s heart in an instant, so much so that the old emperor did not even notice that Caspian's eyes were not white left.

And there, sitting on a throne of liquid gold, was the Emperor of the East. ​He did not look like the man Lin had described. He was young, his features sharp and beautiful, his skin a radiant bronze. But his eyes were not human. They were two perfect spheres of emerald glass, reflecting the entire room in a thousand different facets. ​“You are late, Winifred,” the Emperor said, his voice echoing with the resonance of a thousand bells. ​“Where is the Emperor?” I demanded, stepping in front of Winnie.

She looked up at him and a wide smile spread across her face, it looked like she was day-dreaming. "Why are you staring at me like that?" The Emperor disliked stares, especially when they were directed at him, but this stare just made him feel embarrassed. "Because", Alexis' eyes drooped low. "Because?" "Because", she once again started and this time she fluttered her lashes at him. This time the Emperor felt a warmer feeling, it was foreign and strange and very, very uncomfortable. "I'm taking you to your room", he declared as he mentally noted she was unfit to be near anyone. Her eyes still looked at him in that strange way as he lifted her up.

Immediately afterward, it wrapped around Alex hard. “Abomination!” Just then, Grand Emperor Rowan opened his eye abruptly. It was the third eye, a vertical eye on his forehead, but surprisingly, it contained two pupils. The Eye of Samsara stared coldly at the dark demonic lotus. “Huh?” The dark demonic lotus seemed to have sensed it, so it turned around quickly. Consequently, it saw nothing unusual with Grand Emperor Rowan at all. He was still fine, and his eyes were closed.

Emelia closed her eyes while remembering the past. Flashback “I am so sorry, lady.” A baritone voice came across Emelia’s ears while she picks up her books that was scattered all over the floor. “Next time, watch where you’re going.” She irritably said as soon as she stands up. However, she was taken aback when she looked up to see the man standing in front of her. He was handing the books to her with a shy smile. The man was tall and the most noticeable about him was his emerald eyes. When you look at them, you would feel like there was a force that’s pulling you towards them. Like there was an invisible magnet that would keep you from looking away.

' As Devrim took the paper from her, the Empress took two fingers, pointed to her eyes and then the man's eyes in turn with a serious expression. Devrim laughed. "The same goes for you," he warned. "There will be no dying while I am gone." The Emperor tucked the page beneath his shirt to go with Mairwen's note. Delicately, Devrim took Aurora in his arms to hug her goodbye. She stood unsteadily to meet him.

He hands the Eunuch the booklet, who then lays the booklet on the Emperor's hands. As the Emperor examines the booklet and flips through the pages, his eyes widen. "Such preposterous and bold actions-- The Eighth Prince. How dare he conduct illegal transactions and smuggle opium?!" He exerts a sudden expulsion of air and coughs uncontrollably. The Eunuch hands the Emperor a cup of tea to clear his phlegm. He continues, "T-This is detestably absurd. Rong'er, where did you get such booklet?"