Holy Emperor Novels & Stories

It was cold and calculating. And then he moved. He was a blur, faster than any man should, or could be. One moment, he stood several paces away and the next, his hand was wrapped around Cade's throat. He lifted his bulky form from the ground as though he weighed nothing. Cade gasped as he struggled for breath. The herb he clutched tightly slipped from his fingers and tumbled to the ground as he grasped onto the emperor's fingers. “You forget who I am,” the emperor growled, eyes glowing with dark shadows. “I am the great emperor of the seven kingdoms who united them with my sweat and blood. I am the sovereign ruler and now I have moved beyond the realm of mere mortals. I am the ultimate one.”

said a man's voice beside him, touching the dragon emperor's shoulder. "Where am I? And what is this?" said the dragon emperor, seeing many people kneeling with sad faces in front of him. There were wounded figures behind them kneeling before him, and there were also corpses that did not even have complete bodies lying in the back row, guarded by fully armored soldiers. The dragon emperor did not know where he was, but he knew that he had fallen into the body of an emperor from the past, or more precisely, from the era when the Black Dragon was still a powerful figure who shook the entire realm and the three worlds.

Then I jabbed him slightly in the side with my elbow. “You can do that. I am not breaching the contract.” I whispered to him, smiling so it looked like we were teasing each other. He shot me an amused look before straightening as the officiant cleared his throat. “Dear beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Lucas Alexander Hayes and Elizabeth Grace Lancaster,” the officiant started, and I blanked, not listening until the officiant started the vows. “Will you, Lucas Alexander Hayes, take Elizabeth Grace Lancaster to be your lawfully wedded wife, to stand beside her through every joy and hardship, to love, honor, and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or po

She wanted the world clean, small, and private. She picked up the envelope. It was thick and smelled faintly of smoke. Her name on the front, the old surname. Her hand shook. “Open it,” Sophia said. She slit the paper with a nail. Inside was a single card. No letter. No stamps, no signatures. Just three words: I KNOW THE TRUTH. The room grew small. Elara’s throat made a tight sound. She put the card down like it might burn. “Who brings a threat with no hand?” she said.

They both returned to the kitchen as I looked back at my laptop. But something caught my eyes, this is an article about the Emperor of the Imperial Mafia. Many say that the Emperor of the Imperial Mafia is currently finding his soon-to-be Empress. These were the things written. In our world, when the leader grows up, he has to find a wife before he turns 21. If he doesn't do this, he will lose his position. I don't know that man but I know that he is a strong and wise leader. I rarely compliment people but he deserves it anyway since we are currently both on the top 1.

Hindi masyadong malallim ang sugat, ngunit sapat klamang ito upang manghina siya at hindi na makalaban. “Prtektahan ang mahal na Emperador!” Sigaw ni Heneral Troy nang makitang nakahandusay na sa lupa ang kanilang pinuno. Agad ding pinalibutan ng daan daang mga kawal ng kanilang emperyo ang kanilang duguang Emperador dahilan upang hindi na ito malapitan pa ni Prinsipe Greyson para tuluyan ng kilitin ang buhay ng demonyong Emperador.

He shrugs his shoulders like he sees me as nothing. "Please do not call me little princess again!" I find that worse than these guys staring at my damn body and drooling. Little princes! Who the hell does he think he is? "Is my conception of you wrong? If it is, please just say, but we all knew your mother was the queen and didn't get her hands dirty, and we all know you will follow her steps." "Mr Lewis, your conception is very wrong and off. You used the power of my name for immunity recently yet have the guts not to pay?" I look at him, trying not to get into an argument over stupid things right now, like him seeing me as weak.

People say he’s a myth. “You look scared, princess.” His voice snaps me out of it. I glance around. The speakeasy is thinning out. Only a few attendants remain, too attentive, too still. Watching. “The Godfather, Dominic Ventura?” I ask. “You thought he was a myth?” Zavier’s smirk turns colder. “He’s not.” I follow his line of sight.

Had inflation become that bad? In fact, he had killed many Immortal Monarchs during that period. A Heavenly Immortal was truly inadequate, and he was not considered a hero for killing an Immortal Monarch. Thus, destroying a Heavenly Immortal would be a reversal of fortune in the real world. ‘Just wait! The omnipotent path of the Heavenly Emperor, Alex Rockefeller, has just begun!’ “Who are you?” The one who spoke wasn’t Sion, but Alex, the Divine Heir of Olympus. He rushed over

Instead, Una stood confused as to why Irkal reacted that way. The door opened and the Emperor entered. Una looked at the man intently as he entered the room and the people in the room bowed down. The girl's who had helped her to dress, Irkal, and the two men bowed down to their faces and shouted in chorus. "Long life the Emperor, the blessings of the gods be on the kingdom of Slosalia," they said and they all stood up. "Leave us," Asalan Enlim says dismissing them all.