Fatal Emperor Sonic Novels & Stories

“You mean, you want me to tell father that you want to have a peaceful life with your wife.” In my mind, I hope that it was that simple. “We have a bigger problem than that.” I leaned on the chair and let him do the talking. “Have heard about the immortal baby?” “Yeah, I haven’t slept well since that news reached me.” “It was my daughter.” His glass broke looking at Luem. “Let me finish first, she’s not but they thought she was. I wanted to explain to them, but they will not listen to me.” He softly squeezed my hand making me turn to him. “Explain it to him,”

He should have told me. The phone rang again. Assassin stood on the other side of the room, inspecting the room. I tried to not answer. The constant ringing made me anxious. I hit on the green icon. I hoisted it up, "Don't you dare to. Hang on me." The sound of a beep echoed in my ear. My chin began to tremble. I didn't mean to hurt him. My frustration from earlier was gone. I was considering myself strong. I was emotionally weak. My father's hatred still affected me.

“Why now? Why risk everything to surface after all this time?” The voice was quiet, deliberate. “Because the empire you stole isn’t as secure as you think.” Dominic’s heart beat a little faster, though he didn’t show it. “Empire or not, I’m still in control. You’re nothing but a ghost chasing a story long dead.” There was a pause, heavy with meaning. "I should have killed you when I had the chance" Dominic said through gritted teeth “You’ll see soon enough,” the voice said softly. “The past doesn’t stay buried forever.”

“Our Circle is founded on free will and truth. We refuse your offer.” Countess Sforza’s smile froze. She slammed the chalice down, metal ringing. “Then you betray your lineage and your own future.” She lifted the dagger. “By Ember’s law, betrayal demands sacrifice.” Before she could strike, Alexander drew the twin keys. The serpent key’s eye glowed while the cosmic key pulsed silver. They pressed both to the chalice, and the runes carved into its base glowed. With a flash, the chalice cracked, and its liquid flame extinguished in black smoke.

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

Even he had followed the Cold Emperor most of his life, yet he could confidently say that his master hadn’t been this happy more than 10 times in his life. “Asher! It’s the Supreme! This boy always amazes! I can feel it – lightning so pure that it puts that arrogant bastard Zeus’s to shame! Hahaha” the Cold Emperor kept giggling like a madman. “That Lightning Idiot must be very excited! Hahaha” if anyone heard the Cold Emperor call Zeus an idiot, they would be scared for him. But the Cold Emperor didn’t fear Zeus. He was an Eternal Ascender. His power was on par with the strongest beings in the universe and he feared no one.

“We still do not have evidence!” “The soldiers have seen him and his mate,” another man speaks up. His name is Theodorus Anderson, the Emperor of Soloma and one of the strongest Lycans in the world. It is prophesied that no pure creature can kill him because he had been given a boon by the gods themselves. As a result, Theo had murdered countless hybrids and slaughtered villages in order to find them. With striking red eyes and a heavy build, he is the most experienced warrior and even at the age of sixty, he is easily the strongest one of the lot.

War Emperor was severely injured after the previous big showdown. He had not recovered until now, but he couldn’t care less about it. The man continued to run with all his might toward them, even when he was coughing blood. He was not holding a weapon in his hand, but a silver needle as thin as a hair, the needle was longer than a finger, and it was difficult to detect with the naked eye. He rushed toward Tyr Summers and jumped up high into the sky before stabbing the silver needle into the top of Tyr’s head from top to bottom.