I Will Fall With The Emperor Characters Wiki Novels & Stories

With the increase in strength, he was able to repel his arms away from my grip. "You are an Evil Spirit!" I recalled. Oren smiled, and introduced himself, "I'm Imperator Nero Cladius Divi Claudius filius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, the Black Emperor of Ancient Rome." "Wait, the infamous emperor known for murdering his step-brother Britannicus, with whom he was meant to relinquish power, and proceeding via his wife Octavia, whom he abandoned for his mistress, Poppeaea?" Sahra recited. "Why does he look so proud, being seen as a bad guy in Roman History is definitely not a good thing. I personally don't want people to know," Gwyneth said.

"Never. Do. That. Again." Devrim felt the urge to punch Gandr but refrained. The Emperor had experienced the sensation of falling through space and time before his backside landed on the dirt floor. Fortunately the room on the other side of the wall where the Emperor landed was empty. Devrim had waited patiently for the halfling to join him, but the anger had not subsided when Gandr finally appeared.

"How can it be so easy to obtain my Legacy? If you are alone, congratulations, you are dead meat. If you are two men or women, congratulations, you are also dead meat... Hahahaha... How can a group of outsiders get my Legacy?" The voice rang out again. However, this voice was obviously left behind in advance. After it came out, it disappeared without a trace. However, these were enough for Zephyr Khan. Just as he had expected, this guy was the Immortal Emperor. Even if Zephyr Khan had reached this point, he would have to secretly scold him-you're ruthless!

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.

The emperor growls in frustration, his brilliant blue eyes spark with anger. “For years, you have been taking people who defy me under your care and custody. That alone is treason,” the emperor says in a deep voice. “Give her to me and leave with dignity. She’s too innocent for this life of running you’re putting her through. You never asked her permission before making her part of your Deviant Splinters.” But my dad won’t budge. He growls deeply, anger erupting as he shifts under the energy of the full moon and launches an attack on the emperor. His sharp claws sink into the emperor’s chest.

Nina was quiet for a second. “She asked one of the assistants why Ethan was still married to a woman who had nothing to offer him.” I stopped folding the shirt in my hands. Nothing to offer. It shouldn’t have bothered me. Camille didn’t know me. She didn’t know anything about my life before Ethan, and she certainly didn’t know about the Vale family. Still, the words found somewhere tender. “What did the assistant say?” “She looked uncomfortable and changed the subject.” “And Camille?” “She laughed. Then she said Ethan had always been too loyal for his own good.”

The car doors swung open in unison, and a stream of figures in black poured into the banquet hall. Beneath their jackets, the subtle outlines of guns hinted at danger, a chill of menace in the air. A bodyguard with utmost respect opened the door of the central stretch limo. William Vincent, the iron-fisted ruler of Northland's shadowy corners, clad in a sleek black trench coat, walked over the glittering carpet of broken glass towards me. He was the man behind the mysterious calls, my mentor in all things firearms, my ace in the hole. William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.

"It's been a long time since I've been hugged like this." "Hoo, really? Who was before me?" I chuckled as we both broke off the hug. "It was the Emperor, of course." Rho suddenly embraced himself as he shivered after I mentioned Azazel's title. "Ugh~ everytime I heard that name, shiver ran down my spine. But since I also misunderstood her majesty, I wonder what kind of person the Emperor is." "Hmm... he's sweet and clingy, he gets bored easily and worried too much."

Debris and freezing wind, as well as an overwhelming, draconic pressure, crashed down from above. A tall figure descended. Golden hair, golden-slitted pupils, and scales faintly emerged across the figure’s body. His features were sharp, cold, and utterly inhuman. He was the Dragon Emperor. He stood amid the ruins, his gaze like a blade, locking directly onto the golden tail around my ankle. My brain was completely short-circuited. The next second, a small, golden figure shot up from the bed. The little guy transformed mid-air into his dragon form—a small, golden-scaled dragon—and blocked the opening.

She also read myths, angels, former saints, and the power of the Imperial Family. The current Imperial family emperor is Necephorus Aus Viten, He is the most powerful Emperor in the empire. He married a Saint Empress Aelia Gazelle Placidar and had a son of a crown prince. Elise remembers the wise and cruel emperor with the Saint's loving wife. The author in the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess” describes them as powerful beings that help Alicia after being kidnapped several times. Elise didn't need to write down the date because she fully remembers it like she's the one who wrote the book. Now the most curious Elise is about the book for magic and the Saints.