I Am The Evil Lord Of An Intergalactic Empire Novels & Stories

He has no longer have this normal eyes—he only has this emotionless one. "Welcome to paradise. You don't seemed to be from the village so I guess no one would mourn you if I will kill you and do something bad about you... for example, playing with your body?"He said while smiling from ear to ear. 'Damn. This guy has a screw on his head. His already an old man yet he's still this lustful? Over my gorgeous body, I won't let anyone touch my body except for myself—oh yeah, I have already touch by that Emperor. Tsk.' Zelia was talking to her inner self.

POV: Keith I’m the grandson of the moon goddess, the son of Christos Endymion, and the heir to the golden throne. For centuries I have roamed this world, fighting a battle that should have ended several years ago, but I keep losing this war every fucking time. And it's not because the enemies I’m fighting are way smarter than I am, no. It’s because I’m a self-centered bastard who never learns from my mistakes.

He suddenly recognized the helpless orphan he had tortured so long ago. Devrim's eyes narrowed. "That is not my name. I am Emperor Devrim, husband to Her Majesty, Empress Aurora and foremost warrior in Valiant. I will defeat you." Ledford was shocked by the revelation. But it changed nothing. This man beneath him must die. The Captain pulled a knife from his belt and leaned back to finish off the Emperor. In a swift movement, Devrim pulled his knees to his chest and kicked Leford with all his might.

Lord of Dark Aura laughed evilly. "Even if you kill me there will be a new Evil Queen or King. Demons are the wicked thoughts of all living things. Can you destroy all the wicked thoughts in this world?" Lord of Dark Aura asked me, smiling wickedly. "Whenever Evil will try to rule over the worlds? The heroes will be born to wipe them off." The lord of the Dark aura laughed at my words. "Who will kill me? You?" He laughed humorously. "You can't. No one can kill me." Saying that he disappeared but in a blink of an eye appears in front of me grabbing me by my throat.

He stretched out his hand. "No!" The Daemon Emperor unleashed an endless torrent of daemonic energy. It surged into the void, tearing apart space and creating black holes. Yet, Adrian responded with a serene gesture. Streams of violet energy rippled outward. "Argh!" The Daemon Emperor's scream was abruptly cut short. The once-immortal ruler of the daemons fell as he was eradicated from existence. Hovering above the world, Adrian surveyed all living things. He was both the Heavenly Emperor and Adrian. Though everything had changed, he remained true to himself.

Her momentary shock at my statement was quick to fade and she pulled her arm away from my grasp and frowned at me. "Oh and what do we have here? So you really think that just because people have accepted you that you can go around calling yourself Luna and expect people to do what you want? I rolled my eyes, almost chuckling to myself. She continued, "It seems that you have forgotten your place, have you not? You are a slave like her, perhaps that is why you feel so strongly that I am teaching her a lesson."

The Immortal Emperor Antiquity was surprised. "Immortal Emperor Chu is the real guardian of the earth. He has slaughtered many people of the alien races and the Immortals. His strength shocked the starry sky. No Face just woke up a few days ago." The warrior looked at the torn and tattered No Face and sneered. "Don't you like to scold us? Can you scold me now?"

Because for the first time, time itself was in my hands. I no longer wanted to stand behind someone, playing the obedient Donna. I wanted to become the one who writes the rules of this world. Under the moonlight, I opened my hand, then slowly curled my fingers into a fist. If I needed practice… Then the first target would naturally be the man who once treated me like something that could never leave him. Vincent Russo.

The man wore a coat that did not belong to the road. It hung on him like a uniform. Rain made the asphalt shine. The van’s engine ticked. Sophia’s hands were white on the seat. The child slept under a thin blanket, small and warm, fingers curled around a loose string. Elara watched the man the way you watch a storm move in. He had a face like paper—no softness, no mistakes. Up close, his eyes were too steady. He did not show a badge at first. He just said, “Elara Vale.”

My eyes were burning with rage. How dare he stop me? Why did he fucking stop me? Why didn’t he just let me die? Of course, I wouldn't die. I'm fucking invincible, man. Nobody can dare kill me. I am Lucian Moreau, the king of the Moreau Empire. No one dares fuck with me. Alexander may think he’s the devil, but even devils bow to me.