Fatal Emperor Sonic Novels & Stories

the Sincalion states, a slight tone of surprise in his voice. The Emperor offers a small smile lifting his hand from the Goddess’s palm. and stands up. "I'm glad I never have deal with your stupid tests,” he declares as he walks toward the door without looking back.

For if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have known about Eva and Marie’s Sonic Clap. Sonic Clap was a sound based martial art that was difficult to study. Among the Undead, only a few with the exception of Eva and Marie had been able to study this skill and only three – two of them being the female assassins trying to kill Aiden – had been able to completely master it. Sonic Clap wasn’t as destructive as other martial arts, but it was very dangerous. Armed with the ability to destroy the eardrums of any who heard it and disorient as well as temporarily destroy the sense of balance of a person, Sonic Clap was not to be underestimated. Its greatest flaw however was that it was only best used as a sneak

“If you weren’t my only son. I would have cut out your tongue and given it out to feed the worms.” “Too, bad,” Eric said and laughed for the first since he was born. “Too bad, I happen to be your son, and not one of those unfortunate lives you use as your plaything.” The Emperor laughed too, but Eric could sense the anger which the man was trying to conceal under a fake smile. The Emperor hated challenge. He was like the race himself. He was always trying to keep people on the edge so as to remain on top if that’s how he had wanted it, why then had he bothered to have son.

"The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood." Upon hearing the information about the Emperor, Finesia wasn't able to think straight. There's no way that the Leonardo she met is the Emperor himself, it's impossible. "Is there any other information about him? Like his eyes... yes, his eyes! What's the color of it?" Finesia asked remembering the sparkling color of azure eyes of the man she met. "It's like a color of an ocean-" Jeneva wasn't able to finished her words when Finesia slammed the table, she looks exhilarated as she grabbed Jeneva's hands while her eyes were sparkling.

"You're the most insolent... ungrateful player I know." Jana tightened her hold of Ezekiel's hand. The emperor saw her action and timely rolled his eyes. "I won't do anything to your man. He already caused me a lot of problems as it is now." "You..." Jana swallowed her nervousness. "Are you the creator of this game?" "That—" The emperor's voice changed into a more youthful voice. A middle aged man. "I am. Your Ezekiel was one of those hundreds who used to comment bad shit and give two star reviews under the games I developed. Fucking assholes."

Suddenly the emperor appeared and blocked the black magic to protect his soldiers. Empaler Aegaeus retaliated, and he created a massive vortex that included white electricity. He immediately released him, and many of Filius Bein's soldiers were killed. He retaliated, and he also created a black whirlwind and so did the emperor. Until they release it at the same time.

Emeric’s brow twitched, the smirk did not fade but the blow from his words was crystal-clear. “Look at you,” Emeric sneered, exhaling a plume of gray smoke that veiled his malice. “Embracing the end like a tragic hero. It’s pathetic.” Dorian smirked proudly, “Never been afraid of it, Emeric.” Emeric’s eyes turned cold. He raised a hand, the silent signal to erase Dorian from existence—until the world exploded in the scream of burning rubber. A black McLaren drifted into the perimeter, a blur of predatory intent.

Chelsea prediction came true at once, at Rogue's words , The Emperor puffed up like an oversized ballon and whirled right at their direction to stare at his son in the face . " creating a ruckus am I ? How can you even say that ? " said the Emperor looking throughly upset " I was sleeping - sleeping peacefully with Mr .Kuma Kuma here ." he said pointing at the pink bear in his left hand " mind you ..When all of a sudden out of no where , without any rhyme or reason - these two landed right on top of me ! Right on my - The Emperor of this Empire 's bed ! You're worrying about me creating a ruckus ? You should be worried about me ! Me ! Your old father - whose breath was nearly knocked out of

He threw his head back, his unhinged, manic laughter echoing flawlessly over the blaring alarms. "I am the Emperor of the ashes!" Elias screamed, completely surrendering to the apocalyptic madness. "The jet falls! The council burns! We all die in the ice!" Lucian's massive, heavily corded chest expanded, the feral predator violently taking absolute control. The King of the American underworld did not roar. He didn't waste a single fraction of a second on anger. He moved in a terrifying, completely unadulterated blur of catastrophic violence. Elias didn't even have time to turn around.