I Am The Evil Lord Of An Intergalactic Empire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“He is my Kian!” “Was!” He raised his voice. “He will be gone. So, it’s better to say he was your man. Now I own this body and my name is Emrys Mizkeal. And from now on!” He announced. “I wish to be called by my name and not his. Kian Nyx Abner will be gone… as soon as I absorb all parts of my soul back! I, Mizkeal, am the lord of Blank Space and soon… I will be the lord of your world.”

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.”

"I wasn’t even a decent man when I was alive. If I’m some chosen one now, it’s a joke. It’s all bullshit." The Guardian’s tone grew even sharper, a sneer threading through the voice. "The life you knew is gone, Zane. What you think you know about power, control, is nothing. You—" The Guardian paused, voice dripping with disdain, "—you are the worst of all your past incarnations. The one with no morals, no soul, the one who destroyed everything, including the one you loved. Your soulmate’s disappointment in you across all your incarnations has led to this. You have one last chance to make it right and save her."

That was why he had endured, managing to stay away from his sister, patiently waiting for the day he would appear before her, blameless and give her a future and a hope. "We don't have forever," he eventually said "A time is coming when all those who are for us must take a bold stand and prove themselves. No more hiding in the dark or scurrying in the shadows. We would be having a general meeting soon; my lord is raising an army from across all the planes. From different species who seek a righteous course. Those who have been cast away by their kin or ousted by their clan. He is offering shelter, to come fight by his side and find a home in plane Woede," he stated. Afterwards added, "You to

" Look who's here? The warrior Luna. The empress of the Bliaviroth empire. Goddess of werewolves." A comment loaded with sarcasm reverberated into my ears. I raised my face up and saw that pale face devoid of any emotions. The face of a vampire lord who has been doing all these sins behind everyone's back. My blood boiled, I wanted to rip out his dead heart, rend off his head and watch his body petrified into dust of stones. He stepped close to where I was made kneeled down. Two guards pressed my neck forward to bow in front of that vampire lord.

This Tuesday it was functional, which meant the interstellar broadcast network's midday cycle was running when I sat down with my ration pack, and the first thing I saw was him. I didn't know who he was. I learned the name from the text caption at the bottom of the broadcast: LUCIEN ASTRAEUS SOLARI, SOVEREIGN OF THE VOID EMPIRE, YOUNGEST INTERSTELLAR RULER IN GALACTIC RECORDED HISTORY. The broadcast was a formal address to the Imperial Senate — something about trade route regulation in the outer sectors. I didn't register the content. I registered him.

He had no gun; he had no weapon, just brute strength. Dante‘s eyes of gold narrowed dangerously. “Did he leave anything else?” “Yeah, that‘s right." Liam nodded. “They said the Imperium has felt the Royal Hybrid magic stir. They said the Emperor of the Old World disbelieves ‘Alpha Kings’ from scattered archipelagos.” Liam glared at us, as if debating whether or not he should try to run. And then, the sinister threat of our newest enemy was confirmed: The commander left us with a twenty-four-hour deadline,” Liam concluded. “King Dante to give up the entire continent, and Queen Maya to be passed on to the Emperor as a slave, or the Iron Fleet would reduce the capital city to cinders.”

Harpies circled and composed ballads about tactics while everyone else bled and rolled their eyes in rhythm. The gods stayed quiet and watched. Intervention has a cost. So does freedom. Nytherra learned both. The end of that first war looked less like victory and more like exhaustion, which is a kind of victory that doesn’t get songs. The wolves crowned a king who had enough wolf to be loved and enough lycan to be feared, and for a while that balance held, like a coin spinning perfectly on its edge. He had a son who learned to walk the way his father had learned to rule: slowly, braced, as if wind could knock him over at any moment. He grew up in halls that called him both blessing and warni

I didn't care about the "reign." I was a mafia mother protecting her cub, and I had the power of a god-mind at my fingertips. "Attention, world," I broadcasted, my voice hitting every screen and every speaker on Earth. "This is the Architect. The peace is over. A threat is coming from the dark. You will not fight it. You will hide. I will be your shield, but if you get in my way, I will erase you before the sky does." I turned to Nevan. He was already packing our supplies—not with high-tech sensors, but with the cold, hard tools of a survivor. He looked at me, and I saw the "Vanguard of the Void" in his eyes.

I ripped the flesh from his throat, baring my fangs and claws. Before the other one could shoot me with a laser gun, I lunged at him too and pinned him to the floor. I grabbed his laser gun and aimed it at his forehead. He froze and started pleading. “Who ordered you, and where are you taking us?” I demanded, pressing the gun harder. “I’m bound not to say anything, Empress. I don’t care if you kill me—what matters is getting rid of someone like you! It’s already too late, we’re in the Outlands and a sandstorm is coming!” he laughed loudly. I punched him hard.