Holy Emperor Novels & Stories

Seokjin ordered. "It's not up to anyone! This Emperor wanted to stay with His Empress until the baby will come out." Emperor Sunwoo insisted. "Then, stay! Okay, Empress Han, breath in, breath out.. On the count of three, two one! Push!" Seokjin said. Kana push in all his might, holding the Emperor's hand. Emperor Sunwoo was known to be ruthless and cold and can killed anyone in a second but seeing Kana in pain because of him, he is scared to death, his face paled and he looked lifeless.

"The Cadwell family has always been loyal." "Your Majesty is too kind." I kept my head lowered. "Theo… Adrian, His Highness is my son. Protecting him was my duty." The old Emperor's eyes flickered with surprise. "Your son?" Adrian suddenly said, "Grandfather, she is my mother." His voice was not loud, but it was extraordinarily firm. The old Emperor was silent for a moment. Then, he smiled. There was a trace of bitterness in it. "Good. Very good. The fact that you feel this way brings me comfort."

I looked at him, my vision blurring slightly. He stood and took a velvet box from a servant, opening it. Inside was not a diamond ring, it was a pure gold family ring. "Isabella," he said, his gaze steady and intense. "This ring represents half of the power of the De Luca family. "I place it in your hands." "From today on, you are not only the heir of the Costa family. "You are also the lady of the De Luca family." I looked at him. At the man powerful enough to shake the entire mafia world, then standing before me, offering half his empire without hesitation.

It was pure. “They dared to piss on our gates, then went home by laying our dogs on pure trash,” the Emperor whispered, his voice creeping slowly through the pores of every elder present. Not a cry of fury, but rather a promise of absolute death. "Alexander Sterling... you may be immune to banking sabotage, but let's see if your European fangs are immune to pure dragon blades." The Emperor stood up. His golden silk robe fluttered. For a hundred years, he never left his throne in Asia. But tonight, pure imperial prestige had been slapped right in his face!

Deamus ordered another round for his commanders before continuing the story. "All of this happened millennia ago so most of it is lost to history. There are many stories, all different in a way but this they all have in common. The Emperor united the warring nations of Holy Terra under one flag before setting out to unite the colonies amongst the stars: The Great Crusade. During this crusade his oldest son, the Arch Heretic Horus, turned against him. Horus had a great lust for power and was jealous of his father's power. This caused a Civil War, splitting the empire in two. The war waged for decades, almost destroying the Imperium as a whole. During his final confrontation The Emperor fought

“Then how am I supposed to find one liar among six people who are all hiding something?” Valerian’s smile became genuine. “There.” He pointed at me. “That is the question an Emperor would ask.” He slid the second petition toward me. “Now stop looking for honesty.” His eyes met mine. “Look for the one whose goal cannot be achieved unless the Emperor believes them.” I stared at the unopened seal as I finally stopped wondering who was lying. Instead, I found myself wondering… Who stood to gain the most? I picked up the second petition and broke its seal.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

Romano remained seated, staring blankly at the closed doors. His chest felt unbearably heavy. Deep inside, he knew Alessandro never made threats he wasn't prepared to fulfill. If he declared war... He would see it through to the bitter end. And countless innocent people would be caught in the crossfire. The old man leaned back slowly, closing his weary eyes. His breathing had become noticeably heavier. For several long moments, no one dared speak. Finally, he lifted two frail fingers. One of the bodyguards immediately stepped forward. "Yes, sir?"

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

I murmur, tracing a strand of emeralds. "Too colorful," Dominik dismisses it. "I want diamonds. Glorious, icy and unbreakable. Just like my wife." He reaches past me and his arm brushes my cheek. He points to a piece on the third tray. "That one." The manager’s eyes widen. "Ah. The Empress. An exquisite choice. Over forty carats of flawless diamonds set in platinum." He lifts it out. It’s certainly not a pendant or a delicate chain. It’s a rigid, structured collar. Rows of diamonds stacked three tiers high, designed to sit tight against the throat. It’s stunning, undeniable, and aggressive. And it looks like a leash should be attached to it.