Human Emperor Novels & Stories

“Stop being annoying. As I said, that is impossible. And if ever that happened, I would be cursed to have you as my mate.” But that won’t happen so I was definitely not cursed at all. Never in our history of immortals did I ever hear or encounter one of my kind having a human mate. I think the reason why was that it was just a mortal and immortal was not compatible pairs so it made sense why we are not mated with them.

And when a child was born from one of these women nobody was surprised, except maybe a bit frightened. That the child would mean a change for the Kaedmen Empire. Under normal circumstances the child would be killed, but he had royal blood and so it wasn’t so easy. Nobody foresaw that he would become the Emperor. And such an admirable one at that. Kind hearted, but strong and resilient. They had been sceptic at first, but seeing his achievements exceeded any emperor except the first Emperor Constantine, they were hopeful. Ready to see the end of the previous emperor. Darron was dragged in, legs limping behind him as he roughly stumbled to catch up with the merciless soldiers. His arms held in

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!

What mattered was this: I hadn’t burned him. I hadn’t collapsed under him. I had built beyond him. And in the end— That was the real empire.

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.

She is not alone. She turns around and finds the Emperor sitting on a chair, he is still in his gold armour but Kiara notices that this one is different, shinier. Up close she can see his features, they are strong, yet somehow delicate at the same time. High cheek bones and a strong jawline, yet he has thin brows that are barely there, a long straight nose and lips that are the shape of bows. Kiara makes the mistake of meeting his gaze, his eyes are hard and cold, there is not a flicker of emotion within them.

Suddenly, an otherworldly voice emanated from beneath the earth, "I...I've received my orders from the Heavens and will live and prosper forever!" As the voice died off, a human figure darted out of the ground. His eyes were black, and wisps of black mist were seeping out of them. He was about two and a half meters tall and wore the robes and crown on an emperor. A peerless sword slightly more than a meter long was in his hand, and he gave off the commanding aura of a monarch. He was an emperor from an ancient era and had been dead for more than a millennia. Somehow, he had accumulated an intense grudge over the past millennia and had turned into an undead - the 1000 year old Corpse King.

Achlys asked, his presence finally sinking into Elara's mind. Rumors have been swirling that the emperor is not an ordinary man, and the emperor they see in pictures and on the news is just a persona created by the real emperor to hide his true identity—because the real emperor is said to be a black dragon. "Your Majesty, the Alpha is still unconscious. We need your help," Elara said, seizing the opportunity. She knew she might be foolish for indulging in rumors about the emperor, but she had no other way to wake Damian.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

Culture, education and arts are their forte. “Come forward, my children.” The Emperor turns his bright golden eyes to us This close, he looks more intimating than he did before. But just as that fact becomes clearer, so does the fact that he must be ill. His skin is dull and sunken, and his fingers shake just slightly. I saw firsthand what happens when a Lycan loses their soulmate. The Empress passed away more than twenty years ago. And the Emperor is still alive and in his right mind. He must have formidable mental strength. If for nothing else, he has my respect for that.