Imperial Handbook Novels & Stories

Guardioni bowed. "Please, refrain from the salutations," said Hrishikesh as he always does. "Here is a book the Emperors wanted you to have. High King Eloy discussed it with Emperor Malvan and Emperor Mithraos. They instructed me to find this for you," said Guardioni. Rishikesh was surprised. "They said it has knowledge that will help you gain your heart's desire," said Guardioni with a small smile. ----------- Hrishikesh read the book from cover to cover and he understood what they wanted him to find. Finally, as he kept the book aside when the sunlight streamed into his chambers, he felt hope bloom in him.

I replied. Not physically. Spiritually. He nodded. “That’s enough.” Back home, I sealed the letter and placed it in a drawer labeled simply: What Remains. Not contracts. Not stock certificates. Not awards. Just reminders. The empire had never been about scale. It had been about self-respect. And self-respect, once earned, does not depreciate. As night settled over the city, I stepped onto the balcony one final time. Not to measure. Not to prove. Just to witness.

Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it. “It is proof that the current imperial family is a descendant of that fae, right?” “Well, the silver hairs of the imperial family are symbols that remind us of the deity’s blessing.” Matt took the comfreys from his hand and put it in a space ring, magic dimension storage in a form of a ring. Dio messed his mint-colored hair and smiled. “It must’ve been hard for the imperial family to hide their identity,” Dio mumbled. “They say that the emperor uses magic to dye his hair when he goes out for secret inspections,” Matt answered him.

Suddenly, he reaches out, grabbing my arm with a painfully tight grip, pushing me back as he steps past the threshold. I gasp at his sudden proximity. "Mortal?" "Not exactly," he sneers, yanking me with him. "Woah...What's going on? Let go of me!" I growl. My frantic attempt to pull out of his grip is useless, as he drags me down the hallway. "Sorry sweetheart, I don't mean to scare you, but I need to talk to Hale, or as your people call him, the Immortal Prince," he exclaims.

I tugged at my shoulder bag, trying to place my hands on my phone which I had kept in it, while still trying to keep my eyes on the rocky floor surface as I approached the high-end walls of Peter’s estate. They were as tall as that of Jericho in the Bible based on description, and I wondered how he survived, not being able to see outside of the building. The high rocky walls, intricate human and animal designs on the walls, and the complex building plan of the large duplex in which he lived gave off some sort of suspicion about his hideous personality. After mindlessly searching for my phone, my hands caught it and I quickly took it out, securing it with the sides of my palm to prevent it fr

This would give them enough time to do whatever they needed to do in this town before heading back to their hometown’s guild. Wilhelmina was now the mother of a 5-month-old baby daughter whom Ralph had named Claryhssa. She was such a cutie that everyone who saw her wished it were legal to steal. Having just finished breastfeeding, she handed the now sleepy baby to her handmaiden, Harrietta. The latter was also fond of her mistress’s baby and happily accepted her, taking her to the room where her cot was. Clarhyssa didn’t cry much except when she was mostly hungry or had soiled herself. She loved to smile and do a little dance of her own with her short, cute limbs whenever her mom sang her a

Take warnings when given and don't egg on. "Stop fretting, daughter; he is not completely dead." Soruda waved her hand; the Formation under the 1st Emperor was set up by her after all. A purple ball of Ion energy was removed out and taken in by Ren. "Haa, now he is even weaker than before. I swear he is trying to worry me to death at this point." It was a good thing she increased in power and was still growing in strength. *Schup!* Body reforming at the Reformation Realm, the 1st Emperor didn't even have his Cultivation Manual anymore. The Vampiric Devil Manual took everything he knew in order to facilitate it into itself.

My right hand man, Liam, stepped forward carrying a sleek leather folder and a heavy silver pen laying them on the metal table right in front of Amelia. "What is this?" Amelia asked, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the stack of papers. "The official terms of our arrangement," I said, leaning back against the edge of the table, crossing my ankles. "I don’t do verbal agreements, blondie. In business, if it’s not on paper, it doesn’t exist." She picked up the pen with a trembling hand, flipping through the pages. "You move fast." "That’s why I’m a successful billionaire," I replied smoothly. "Read Section Four. Carefully."